The Time Being

last blog on here.....tomorrow will be thetimebeing.com

2010-07-25T08:38:00.004+10:00

well we had some fun
we had some laffs
we had some ninnies
we had some controversy
we had the big split a few years back
when the carnivores left en masse
we had lovely generous fiendss
we had envious tiny pigs
we had millions of words
we had over one million reads...well over
still got almost a thousand readers a day
this will be the last on here however
tomorrow ...aw you know where to go
much better
i'll be able to post high quality longer videos
better photos
better blogs
better living thru timebeing
so thats it
a little tear of farewell
a backwards glance
dont look back in anger
just look forwards in anticipation
thetimebeing.com
thats it
aloha blogger
see you for a new blog tomorrow elsewhere
thanks for all the support
steve
n bondi july 25 2010

newt town

2010-07-23T15:39:00.004+10:00

over in newtown working on starlings record
its a cold overcast day
feeling sad n strange like starlings music
melancholia
what is life?
went to see wendy the white witch
she said i fucked up my last life with anger
she said i was a big shot
she saw me in a tunic (?)
she said i got angry n took the left hand path
she said i walked away from my responsibilities
and went to the left
i said is this actuality or what
she said
maybe thats just the way her crazy old brain interprets it
she said my job in this life is to deal with anger
i am fucking angry
a lotta stuff makes me angry
i was so angry the other night i was vibrating
literally beside myself
i parked in a no parking zone gotta fucking 'nother ticket
i went into my gnostic lecture
it was about..you guessed it...anger....
for the 1st half i was too angry to listen bout anger
eventually the message seeped in n i was somewhat calmed
you gotta be aware not feed the anger
watch it observe it dont feed it
ok easier said than done i gotta master myself
ok
yeah easier said than done
maybe harder to overcome than the gear
i just want things my way
i want to control people n events i guess
i would at least like my home to be the way i want
it isnt at the moment
im too busy to sort it out properly
n i get upset with it all
aurora mcbunny is steadily improving
scarlet the woofle aka mouse is still naughty
eve k aka the starr is still warm n lovely
im a lucky old geezer i guess
aint heard from my big daughters for a while...
it maketh me sad
the distance physically n emotionally between us
newtown is goth central
in a house full of muso types smokin' n takin' drugs but i resist
i just want to be freaking happy for once
doesnt everyone?
but i should aim more to be content
content with whatever comes
wendy says its a test
wendy says my destiny/fate is to do service
what service is that i say?
writing songs?
she says well i can heal but i cant write songs...
somehow i want some herculean task to perform
maybe "just" writing songs is service
maybe if my songs can heal (as people often tell me)
wow what a mystery life is
almost 56 n things are not really any clearer
i do my laps in the coldest water so far in 2010 (15.7)
jump out feeling renewed
but i still go home argumentative n bitter
maybe one day when its all over n put to bed
i can write about it all
but at the moment i cant
except to say things arent the way i want them or ever foresaw them
i know a lotta people got it worse than me
a lot lot worse
but i feel everything intensely
occasionally some smartarse says try having a real job!
remember i struggled hard to get to wherever i am
i taught myself everything
you didnt see me humping amps n p.a.s in out
up n down stairs on cold nights for years
the gigs when no one clapped or even came
borrowing money from banks to buy equipment
all the driving n arguing n setbacks
its not working down a mine
but its not all dancing on clouds believe me
it still isnt
sometimes i wish i was some bloke working 9 to 5
watching telly drinking beer n no existential angst
we all got our cross to bear
and our bear to cross
etc
i always appreciate the support n advice of my readers
i always appreciate the love of my friends
rock on kids
rock on
sk

ps 4 more days to new timebeing site
blog will continue there (dont mourn this one!)
new additions all the time
marten jansson karins bro n twilly uncle
just sent me a fixed up demo karin n i wrote in 86
called pink island moon
i had completely forgotten about it
things like this will be becoming available
everything eventually will be available there
good on ya j coal!
good on ya everyone else

treading water

2010-07-21T14:45:00.003+10:00

me n the human bunny aurora justine kilbey

i'm just getting by
i have an unwanted problem at my house i cant seem to shake
nothing can move forward with the problem here
aurora is feeling ok i guess
her voice is a little squeaky
i have an interview with the wonder full denny daniel on
http://www.flashbackalternatives.com
on thursday night new york time 9 pm n then again at 12
or you can open your itunes page radio tab n find flashback alternatives
under alternative (gee, duh)
its gonna be a great interview (i hope)
done prior to new york show this year
my new timebeing web page is looking great
its gonna be up n running soon , real soon
26 th july they tell me as the planets align for my e-empire to begin
we gonna have a lotta stuff to start n more being added all the time
there will be much to see n do
tomorrow i go back to working with simon starling
feeling kinda underwhelmed with my inability to go forward
but i will
my nature is to suffer , overcome and then move on
i have before and i will again
heres to new and exciting times
your 'umble 'ero
your unscientific scribe
moi

the human bunny pulls thru

2010-07-20T20:45:00.002+10:00

aurora just got her tonsils n adenoids out
i just left her at the hospital with her mother
she was sucking on an icy pole and cracking jokes
she looked like george clooney in oh brother where art thou?
i dunno why i think that but i do
her eyes rolling around in her head a little
i am greatly relieved
i love that childe dearly
amen
thank god

musical notes

2010-07-18T22:05:00.003+10:00

a few weeks back
i got offered a part in a new musical playing at sydney fringe festival
its called "van park" n its written by greg appel
greg was a member of the lighthouse keepers
who had an amazing indy hit with a song called gargoyle
back in the early eighties
gargoyle was a song i wished i'd written myself
russells band the crystal set did a version on one of their records
so i pricked up my ears
when i got offered this part
the part of nebauchenezzar
a mysterious ex rockstar who now lives in a caravan park
down the coast of new south wales
appearing also in the musical is john paul young
the famous aust singer who sang love is in the air
among others
he plays another ex rocker type a more basic n brutal
the play is funny poignant and has some truly beautiful songs
i did a reading yesterday n a bit of a sing
and they have found a wonderful singer/actress
to play the character of gypsy fire
who is married to jpy's character but with whom nebauchanezzar
is also in love
the play is a real delight
and the songs are mind blowingly good
nebauch is a strange old bird pontificating on life
and moving thru van park in his cloak
i cannot wait to get my teeth into this
its like this part was written for me
we will be doing five performances at the seymour centre in sydney
in september
and will be hoping the play gets picked up for other cities
the band king curly will be backing the play featuring gregs brother steve
i cant overstate how good the script and songs are
and i hope all ttb enthusiasts will turn out to catch this one
im very very excited
and i feel lucky to be involved in such a good thing
yay!
ok

if you find a mug punter, cuddle him...he'll die in your arms*

2010-07-16T20:02:00.002+10:00

*todays sage advice from billy at the icebergs pool

i hate the tv
it really is a terrible thing
new research shows over 3 hours a day increasing your chance of heart attack
over 33%
sure i dont mind a good wildlife doco or the occasional thing
like deadwood or sopranos or underbelly
but most of it is fucking garbage
especially reality shows
i pity the poor mugs glued to the idiot box
their brains in some half life state
their hearts slowly choking
people without a life
wasting the life they could have watching some stupid show
turn the telly off
put down the beer
ditch the meat n be something
make something outta yerself
its killing ya
its killing conversation
its draining yer energy
it'll turn you into a used up clown
believe me ive seen it happen
imagine the good old days before it came along
when people'd you know uh...converse n stuff
i could do without it
the next house i have i aint gonna have one n thats a promise
i aint got time to sit there like fool drooling over some old nonsense
go on, i dare ya, turn it off
write a poem
have a walk
do some yoga
LISTEN TO SOME MUSIC!
anything
but the cretin-inducing box and the hollow zombies that worship it
go on
TURN THE STUPID THING OFF N LIVE!!

uke

2010-07-15T21:40:00.002+10:00

astrologically sound commencement

2010-07-14T18:03:00.003+10:00

down in hot swampy texas
the high priests of the dangerous timebeing.com cult
have determined that 26th of july
will be the date of the commencement of the new site
yes believe it if you dare
i gotta lotta stuff up my sleeve, steve
its not all gonna be there all at once
but eventually...
art music blogs rantings ravings FAQs
interaction musings hippy dribble
straight from the mangey panthers mouth
its gonna be a lotta work to feed this beast
but if anyone can than i shall
the videos will be in much higher quality than on here
everything will be better shinier n more satisfying
everything will contain more sk than ever before
if you love me now you'll love me even more after this
i got many things planned if only half come to fruition
we'll be wading through stuff for ages to come
i'm hoping we're all gonna be happy with this
suggestions gratefully accepted
(before being rudely rejected out of hand)
this will be our interface
we you n i will get down to brass tacks
(tacks not included)
(tax not included either)
much behind the scenes footage
etc etc
every child player must win a prize
auctioning off of sk body parts
(anyone up for some used ear drums?)
whatever you want it to be
whatever you say i am i am
coming soon real soon
(how soon is soon?)
people get ready
i hope you gonna really like it
i hope you'll dig it in spades
thanks to johnny (old king) cole
thanks to kip mccccc
thanks to eek a mouse
thanks to my mum n dad for 'aving me
thanks to god for all this unbearable talent
thanks to all my fans fiendss n friends
and envious tiny piglets
thetimebeing.com
wow
a site for sore i's

starlings in the nest

2010-07-13T19:24:00.003+10:00

over here at timbos place
producing an album for a guy called simon starling
its very melancholic in a pleasant dreamy way
tims playing drumbos
wes the famous church roadie playing bass
starling singing playing 6 acc guitar
me playing 12 acc
the songs are so lovely
lovely sad words
lovely simple music
i'm enjoying myself
we have some good feelings here
*
today hadda nother pivotal moment on way to pool
2 pods of huge grey whales rising from the sea
majestic is the word
leviathans swimming as families
again i was momentarily struck by natures grandeur
plus the symbolism for me of jonah
who didnt want to go to nineveh
but had to....
wonderful stuff
thanks for all the interesting comments for the last blog
baby lifes what you make it
sk

timebeing spacebeing mindbeing dreambeing

2010-07-12T20:20:00.003+10:00

whats going on on planet earth
(jord the swedes call earth)
whats going on here?
wouldnt ya like to know?
i know i would ....but the answer remains elusive
are we even capable of being able to grok it ?
is it like teaching a hamster calculus...is it beyond us?
they say we only use ten per cent of our brains
whats going on in the other 90%
i often wonder
how many times you been on the verge of some big realisation
and you just try to put it into words and it evaporates
loadsa times on acid i thought i knew
but the trip ended and i was empty handed
sometimes left with something as profound as
uh, everythings gonna be ok...
not exactly plato is it?
they say loves the answer
i guess theres some truth in that
if you can love everybody;
it doesnt mean love yer lover or love yer friends
anybody can do that but that aint enlightenment
its very hard to love everybody
its hard just to like everybody
its hard just to be even handed n turn the other cheek
i guess thats why old jesus h christos was such a revolutionary
he said love everybody in a time when love was at a premium
a time of brute force and much laying waste
i remember learning latin
there was loads of translation work
a lot of it was
oh mighty caesar we have laid waste gaul
oh centurion how shall we kill all these britons? etc
tough times to live in
then this guy had a new idea
hey be nice to everybody
sounds pretty simple
no one had really thought of it up until then
still very hard to pull off
you stand in a crowd
yeah i could be nice to him
yeah i could nice to her
oh wait...but i couldnt be nice to this person...!
it seems like its all devised to go wrong
man against woman
nation against nation
this crowd versus that crowd
we humans turned on the very earth itself
witness the meat industry n the petrol industry
and all the rest of it
no one wants wars but theres always a loada wars going on
animals becoming extinct
whats behind it all?
what can you do ?
what can one person do?
should we do anything?
or is it merely an obstacle course to negotiate n move on...?
i'm blowed if i know
i'm just a singer in a rocknroll band
n its only rocknroll but i like it
smoking voluminous quantities of pot
sure does not give you the answer
tho sometimes it threatens to
it just numbs ya dumbs ya down
so i'm glad i made the wrench and i'm glad i finally stopped
i have no opinion of the people who wanna carry on
i know its better for ya than drinking thats obvious
still you aint gonna get anywhere spiritually if you intoxicate yerself
you need a clear head to feel the subtle messages of the soul
you need to vibrate quicker and faster
at least thats what i think
thats why i persevere with yoga day in day out
sometimes i just dont wanna stand there doing it
contorted myself into its different poses
sometimes i dont wanna swim in a cold pool either
but thats discipline for ya
you gotta have self discipline
i once read a book by israel regardie an early 20th century magician
he advocated setting yourself a meaningless task that required concentration
n discipline
like for example not using the word "the" for a day
you had to remain aware all day
everytime regardie caught himself saying "the"
he would give himself a small cut somewhere with a knife
thats kinda extreme but can you see the point
to train yourself to be constantly aware
not just sleepwalk thru life wasting your human incarnation
so i practice yoga twice a day most days
i get up earlier or go to bed later just to do it
i do it on tour too even when i'm tired
so in that way i begin to master myself
i been wildly off track for most of my life so theres a lot to master
so when i approach other tasks
i have already got myself somewhat under control
some people 'll tell ya i got a terrible temper n i have
theres something to work on
some of the deadly sins losing their grip on me
some of em i'm still in thrall to
rome wasnt built in a day mighty caesar
i am constantly a work in progress
i have seen yoga turning my life around
i have seen good things come to pass for me
i feel people are interested in what i do again
after i nearly blitzed my self out of existence with you-know-what
believe me i'm grateful for this second chance
and i feel yoga and exercise can turn anyones life around
if they can mine
of course pride comes back into the picture again
i mean i'm proud of what ive accomplished
and then my ego runs amok all over again
sloth ive definitely beaten
gluttony isnt a worry for me
envy still got its hooks in me bad
the fucking music industry is built on it
(find a book called "powder" about an envious rocker...
its a real hoot n very realistic)
but pride vanity lust n anger are hard ones to shake
my gnostic mate dp tells me they work together to bring us undone
like generals in a war they mobilise their forces to fuck with us
and its only very human to give in to their combined onslaughts
only very few cats like JC and ghandi n st francis n buddha
have figured out ways to defeat these things that plague us
what am i saying here
i dunno exactly
i'm sick of myself n sick of dancing to the tune of my deadly sins
theres gotta be another way
thats where yoga comes in for me
yoking myself to something greater than me
i dunno what youd call that but its working slowly but surely
a slim trim body is just a side effect of that (ooh theres pride for ya!)
you start to develop some kinda deeper insight into things
for short amounts of time youre actually "aware"
i saw some black birds on the way to the pool the other day
i was walking along caught up in my petty melodramas
n then i saw em
four beautiful black birds flying in perfect formation
so black against the blue sky n white clouds
for just one second i was truly aware
i was right there
living my life to the utmost degree
not in the past
not in the future
but there in that eternal moment
and it was breathtakingly delicious
like nectar
the perfection of it all
this wonderful marvellous universe with its diverse creatures
these birds flying along in synchronized gestalt
and me watching em
freed up from my minds clutter n chatter
better than any drug better than any material thing
better than a prize or a hit record or a fat cheque
better than an orgasm or a medal or anything you can think of
just being just coexisting
just wanting nothing at all
n then my ego says
well there you go my boy youre getting aware
and crash
it was all over
but i was thankful for my moment
it gives me something to shoot for
it gives me a clue about what eternity might feel like
and it was a sweet subtle bliss that drugs n drink would bury
so there you go
i'm gonna try n still my mind a little more
its a turbulent emotional mind
screaming out for constant attention n appeasement
it is the hardest thing to conquer
it has to be done tho
before i can move on to whatever is next
i dont know what that may be
but i want it
i know its sublime
it aint easy to find
its riddled with paradox n obscured by layers of maya
thats my sermon over
goodnight
sk

timespacemind*

2010-07-11T22:25:00.003+10:00

i must admit
the novelty of being straight has worn off
still stuck in my skull with the dreaded kilbey
not a lot has changed
belfast frank sends me some amazing music
hindu mantras and slightly europeanised indian music
i do yoga twice today
i go to my pool but its full of blokey blokes having a swim meet today
i swim in the pacific ocean instead n catch some waves
i guess ive hit a plateau
i dont wanna smoke dope anymore thats for shore
alcohol disgusts me as do drunks
ive never been drunk in my life and i never will be
i turn to yoga and exercise and meditation
it cant turn it all around just like that
i want the answers and i want em now
i want to love and be loved
i want to be a real man
i want good friends who accept me as i am
i want my music to be spellbinding
its no good telling me about records i made in the past
i need to move on like a shark in the sea
they cant ever stop n nor can i
my very nature is to be restless
thats where all that music you presumably liked came from
i appreciate all the love that you my readers have been throwing at me
yes i really do
oh yes it helps to have you all on my side
but i am unhappy with things at the moment
and i cant just cheer up
imagine if baudelaire were alive today n writing a blog
it would be full of turbulence doubt sarcasm n moodswings
that is the artists lot
our thin skins
our disillusion
our ups n downs
thats how we get stuff done
i aint yer average joe
and thats good n thats bad
im searching for something i probably never gonna find
i need the things i have to push away
i cant abide the things that make most people happy
i want it all ways at once
i get so sick of myself
my friend annaki mayhem comes round tonite
she deals with more in a week than ive dealt with in my whole life
and shes cheerful
me? im a writhing self obsessed mass of contradictions
i need yoga n extreme exercise just to keep me vaguely balanced
i need god like other blokes need the pub
every now n then i catch a glimpse
i see something
i read something
i feel something
and for a moment....
then kilbey closes in again
that love him/hate him ego with all his big ideas
could be a hero could be a villain
anyway
thats me
i didnt write about time space mind did i?
maybe next one will be more profound
love to those i love they know whom they are
and a big finger to the naysayers
walk a kilometre in my blunnies...you couldnt last an inch
tomorrow producing simon starling out at tims
hes a beautiful cat n im looking forward to it
the pool should be cold n empty tomorrow
just the way i like it ah ha ah ha
i'll get there eventually
i adore my readers
thank you people
you are the core of my (in)sanity
blessings beaucoups on you all
xxx
steven

7 46 0n a saturday night n the clock tick tick tick tick

2010-07-10T19:44:00.002+10:00

sit in the kitchen
cooking up a blog
maybe its a beauty
probably its a dog
seven planets
seven dwarves
seven seals
seven deadlies
the plato code
the bible code
the code of the road
song of the city song of the road
hip gnosis
the sufis
be a real man suffer them slings n arrows
prospero n miranda
agamemnon n elektra
the sphinx
garudasana
a bucket full of starfish
steven john kilbey
out of joyce bennett n leslie john kilbey
out of caroline davis and bill bennett
out of stephen kilbey and jesse bellette
beyond that is unknown
the rosy cross
golgotha place of skulls
oh columbus
oh america
oh lovely sweden n my distant identical twins
2 for the price of one
pushing sixty
old man look at my life im a lot like you are
hi fidelity
in fidelity
ulysses in transit lounge
my foolish boat still leaning
the lion lies down with the lamb on broadway
aslan sings the world awake
the leo sun god son of man
cracked actor crackling rosy crucifixion
spades are upside down black hearts
diamonds are forever n ever
clubs are noisy
the dizzy nymph jumps the quick brown panther
patient as decades fly by
i used to be a little boy so old in my shoes
gravity i have
gravitas i have not
still i'm sad
every child player must win a prize
empty handed paris on the battlements of troy
scarlet kilbey with her box of semi unprecious stones
strange child with strange proclivities
moving thru the ages appearing over n over
eve n aurora having a sleepover at some kids house
eve with her chestnut curls
aurora with her swollen ads
dutiful daughters
my ears ring on
i-sight fading
miracles are scarce tonight
no one calls
no one knocks
no one visits
the red bulb in my room
my bonsai tree that needed my love
ive lost my keys
my golden car
my freckled white skin
an inventory of my temporary flesh
my guitars all unplayed
my painting unfinished
my sentences peter out...
its cold but i cant feel it much
my neck aches holding up this heavy stupid head
i imagine my brains inside my skull
little messages running hither n thither
heres a compartment with my swedish
heres a compartment that remembers childhood
heres a tiny compartment that can do arithmetic
heres the bit that tells my heart when to beat
our hearts need our brains to know when to beat
autonomous processes continually upgraded
this f;lash of genius
this puddle of dullard
this pond of fondness
this lake of love
this stagnant swamp of envy
i wish i was going somewhere
thats the great thing about touring
youre always going somewhere
check in check out
a new bed everynight
checklist : keys, ipod, flip camera, headphones, passport, clean sox
vitamins, shampoo, toothbrush, a pair of undies, my sunglasses
my reading glasses, my novel, my sheet which tells me where to go
my sheet which tells me which room tim n peter n marty are in
a letter from a fan
a stick of frankincense
a tiny statue of buddha
small change
you go on stage
the audience cheers
you strum your guitar
you sing your voice
you dance about a bit
afterwards you lie in your silent room
you eat a piece of chocolate
you look in the mirror
you look old
you keep expecting to see an eighteen year old
but unsurprise you dont
i run out of steam
suddenly
and
i stop

underscore

2010-07-09T18:37:00.003+10:00

wintry day
grey clouds like gun metal
sporadic rain
sit in my room
writing this
strangely flat
thinking about jesus
thinking about krsna
thinking about the way it can all go right or wrong
imagine all the people who were born today
imagine all the people who died
security eludes us
the street is filled with homeless
humanity and its seven deadly sins
go shopping up at the mall
god where does all that stuff come from
shopping carts full of cans and paper and packets
a cold death aisle full of disgusting bits of corpses
i mean who the fuck is eating chicken livers
how civilised we think we are
and then theres all this blood n guts n misery everywhere
dismembered sheep and cows wrapped in their own gore
all kept cold tho its still going off as you catch its unholy whiff
unhappy parents beleaguered by unhappy children
tv dinners in front of the blaring idiot box
i read a pop magazine
i havent heard of any of the groups ...i'm out of touch
christ theres some moronic looking popstars out there today
gormless chubby ponces with silly hairdos playing some mega dome
aw the youngsters of today....there seems to be no coherent fashion
what would i know? i'm glad i'm not involved in it really
guess ive turned into some reactionary grandad
blustering away about the good old days whenever that was
a cold wet night comes down on sydney
sydney aint set up for winter n it shows
i just sit in here type type type
my shoulders a little achey
my head a little empty
my well a little dry...why?
alright then thats all from me at my post here in the antipodes
can someone bring on spring i feel tired dry and (c)old
maybe go out for a walk in the rain
see if it soothes my existential pain
ok then......

auroras tonsils n adenoids are going

2010-07-08T18:47:00.002+10:00

took my beloved and sweet human bunny to the ear nose throat quack
she hasnt been breathing properly for a while
her tonsils n adenoids are huge
and the roof of her mouth is quite arched
so in just under 2 weeks
shes having em removed
i'm kinda nervous but apparently it has to be done
my accountant TOLD me to get some medical insurance but i didnt
n now i gotta pay top $ to get her in n done quickly
and to jump the queue in public hospital system
can you believe its gonna cost 4 grand....sheesh!
we were afraid if we waited the year it would have taken
she would have serious problems with breathing n teeth
she has been quite weary n tired for a while
thats because she cant breathe through her nose
and isnt getting enough rem sleep per night
god i love her to pieces so i hope the op goes alright
and that she can get some decent sleep without snoring
apparently her tonsils n ads are quite enormous
she took it all quite stoically as is her wont
poor bunny...gee shes a good girl
shes working on her book about eddie
a three eyed monster
a strange enchanted kid
gee i hope shes gonna be fine
i love her more than anything
(pic taken by j cain at isidore sessions)

cain and no longer unable

2010-07-07T17:54:00.004+10:00

jeffrey hit the airport today
what a dear friend and valuable colleague
we have made an incredible 2nd album
the music is superb
cain is a master writer crafting strange melodic wonderful songs
i believe i sang pretty well
some titles to whet your appetite
the reappearance (of isidore)
repossession
life somewhere else
the privateer
belle in mid air
that old black spirit
you will remain (for gregory)
some reverse magic
song of the city, song of the road
readymade
blessing
...ive forgotten some of the others
the spirit of our dear departed drummer informed our sessions
this album will be dedicated to the memory of gregory slay
a true trickster and sorely missed companion
did i mention cedric le moynes incredible bass playing?
i am truly excited and truly inspired
i think its a thing of real love n beauty
no drink or drugs were consumed
these songs plucked clean from the void
crushing any doubts i had that i needed to be high to write
this record is the antithesis of all that tiresome rubbish you'll normally hear
jeffreys music is always unexpectedly familiar with tiny twists
my lyrics are concerned with life death and infinity as per usual only better
i cant wait for you to hear it
jeffrey is gonna mix it back in alabama
this is a record you will cherish for the rest of your life
i am very very happy
wow!
music is the answer
it always was
now i reaffirm it in spades
om mani padme hum

life somewhere else

2010-07-05T21:34:00.002+10:00

one step forward
one step back
something good
something bad
i sit here writing lovely songs
but out there my life unravels drip by sip by blip by dip
still it doesnt matter
i am a survivor
i go on n on regardless
my yoga my meditation my swimming my pure diet will sustain me
clear headed and on form i am
yet so dismayed by a constant stream of lowdown tricks
and slaps in the face
you wouldnt believe the half of it
now i feel so tired and spent
just an old bloke
being used up for all his worth

i will forgive
but i will never
ever
forget

the poet assassinated

2010-07-03T22:28:00.003+10:00

fuck i'm a 'andsome bastard
and guess what
i been clean for one month
yes thats right
sober as a (stephen) judge
unintoxicated by anything
just swimming just doing yoga just creating more stuff for you
for your pleasure for your delight
oh its almost unbearable to be me right now
seeing things so clearly
i'm gonna take this to its logical conclusion
no more blurred crusades for this knight
i got words pouring outta my pores
and my paws
i got offers pouring in my inbox
steve can you do this
steve can you do that
i got a hilarious musical i'm gonna be in
i'm gonna send myself up n i'm gonna enjoy it
i can sit back and have a laugh at myself
its better than crying
i'm a survivor
the luck of the devil
im deaf and blind but boy can i sing n play bass
i'm pushing 60 baby ...what a hoot...
i guess i'll never grow up now
well you know i worked hard for this
2 hours of yoga a day
being a vegan
not watching telly
hardly ever n now never drinking poisonous booze
no cigarettes or cheezy pizzas
no sitting around like a couch potato
screaming at a tv screen with the "boys"
its a high n lonely destiny (ha ha!)
i'm a workaholic
i walk the talk
i got some good friends now
and i appreciate them
i can sing i can dance i can knockout a haiku
i appreciate fine literature
i meditate again
i wanna reconcile it all before i die
i in love with jesus christ
i in love with krsna
i in love with cs lewis
i in love with dylan n lennon
i in love with iliad n odyssey
i carry the torch
my next few records will blow yer socks off
i got experience oozing out my ears
is that why i'm so deaf
i got no time for arguing the toss
i miss my dad... fuck he was a great guy
i get on well with my brother rusty
i'm glad we're good mates now
i need his love and support
my children are my joy
my business is a pleasure
and pleasure is definitely my business
you can well imagine
you will have to imagine
even though i am chased
i am from now on chaste
thats right
to pursue my dream
i am sacrificing everything
no nothing for me
i need all my energy for the work
the rakes progress
redirecting desire into concrete abstractions
i contain huge contradictions
i am obsessed with myself
its easy and its cheap
i dont need anyone else
i have my deep mind to fall into and drown in
ha ha ha
dont you love it
and out of all this vainglorious hubris
i got some seriously decent music coming atcha
i got my kilbey mega site
theres gonna be loads of stuff
new unheard works
films from the past
i'm gonna open up my scrapbooks my scrapheaps
i'm gonna open up my chest cavity
n lay my still beating heart on the line
i'm gonna give you insights outsights and oversights
my past lives
my past loves
my foibles my peccadillos my shoo sighs
all the kilbey you can handel coz i know some of you fiendss are hooked
i dont blame you
theres a lot of shallow rubbish out there
n not too many renaissance blokes like moi
so the time being . com coming real soon hopefully mid july
you can get it free
or you can pay n arm n a legge and get premium kilbey
if you recently subscribed here we'll accommodate ya too
its gonna be a comprehensive one stop shop for all yer kilbey needs
i'll take the money and abscond to lemuria
where i'll live in a decaying palace waited on by flying monkeys
we're planning on having loads of special stuff for ya
yeah i know you cannot wait...too bad...you have to...
bring on the bile my detractors
youre impotent hillrods and boors
no one gives a flying fuck what you whingers write
i rule
old king coal
in the winter of disco tent
a real panther ...growl !
a gentleman , ma'am yes i am
a beggar outside the door of love
i'm only here for this moment
you can trust me to be straight with ya
but can you be straight with me?
i'm gonna give you the goods with both barrels
the kinda thing you need as an antidote to all the jim jims
the sad ugly little clowns trying to bring this world down
i cant stop em but i'll give y a few good CDs to listen to
as we all go under
a few laffs
a few fucking tears
a few mistakes fuck i made few
i been 'onest with ya
i aint no saint even though i look like one
my grey blue eyes see deep inside
my voice in yer headphones: i sing you your life
i'm not for everyone...i'm too good for just anyone
my music heals and it feels
i'm onto something here
stick around and watch this space
i'm reaping the reward of 55 years
a grand master flashed
i ruin you for all the others
i cold i clear i so very very near
i gone daddy gone
thats it
i feel better now
wow blowing your horn is hard work
im tired after all that immodesty and arrogance
i gotta go
bye bye

the reappearance of isidore

2010-07-02T19:15:00.003+10:00

steve "killer" kilbey /jeffrey "caino" cain
a real dynamic duo
hidden away in sunnyhurst bondi
making izzy-door 2
caino has not failed to come up with the goods
as you might expect a load of subtle tricky elusive yet familiar music
a worthy successor to our brilliant first album only more brilliant natch
i'm very excited
the words are flowing out unto me from the universes
from the cosmic subconscious
from the eternal well of art and groovy things
caino manning the computer manipulating the data
killer behind the mike (as it should be)
this music inspires the words that i would elsewise never have written
of course i am filming the whole thing (kip!)
and it will be available on my coming mega-site
the making of isidore 2 (yet to be titled!)
wow! im excited i'm valve bouncing
we're both on a roll here
this is the stuff you been waiting for folks
this is the good shit that'll (gregory) slay ya!
nice work caino youve done very very well
ooh what a beauty
another great record coming down the line atcha
in spades baby in spades
and in hearts too.....

vodka

2010-07-01T21:36:00.002+10:00

i hate vodka
i hate what it does to people
i hate what it does to families
i hate the way it takes over and takes control
it is an unstoppable juggernaut of destruction
i saw it in rehab
i saw it in rocknroll
i saw it in my friends n enemies
i saw it in women n in men
i saw it in the young n the old
a frightening nightmare exploding in yer brain
a delusional toxic devils piss of a drink
i hate it
i hate it
i hate it
more addictive than the worst drug
itll fuck ya ten times quicker than smack or crack or anything else
and totally legal
i saw whole rooms of finns slugging it out
i saw people driven rabidly foaming mad
i saw the aftermath too
the hollow wrecks it leaves behind
the burnt out shells of those it hath possessed
the emptiness the messed up blank and black eyed stare
more like a methylated spirit than a drink
its a clear cut killer of life and love and reason and beauty
stealer of youth
causer of quarrels
a violent horrible sickening poison
i saw a young geezer have a grande mal seizure on the filthy stuff
i hate it
i hate it
i hate it
you can hardly taste it but its gonna get ya down on yer knees
by the fucking balls
the anti-muse
nothing good comes from it
just trouble and strife
destroyer of life
oh i hate it
alcohol entity and elemental eating you up from the inside
making ya stupid and angry and coarse
i hate it
oh i fucking loathe it
oh i d-test it and what it does
i hate standing by watching it chew thru its victims
i hate that inchoate state
i hate its pernicious trespass upon humanity
its all bad
it rots yer guts
it fucks yer liver
it burns yer throat
it makes yer brain smooth n wrinkle-less
until you never ever gonna think straight
oh i despise vodka
oh i could scream
oh i could writhe in agony at its pointless poisonings
oh i damn the spirit of vodka which infests man soul
and swallows him whole
spits ya out dead if youre fucken lucky, mate
its evil its wicked its rotten its disgusting
oh i hate it i hate it
oh i truly and absolutely hate it more than anything
oh i do hate it so badly
oh i hate it so

3 synchronicities

2010-06-29T21:15:00.002+10:00

1. i wake up 2 weeks ago with the name sid rumpo in my head
sid rumpo were an aussie band that made one record i never heard
back in the early seventies ...but i dont know anything about them
nor have i ever thought of them before. that day i fly down to melbourne
to do rockwiz finale and whilst on the plane i read about goethe
and his theory of interconnectedness
then i meet famed oz rocker angry anderson from rose tattoo
and we share a limo into town
on the way there i ask about his previous band buster brown
i say : you guys musta been one of the 1st bands on mushroom records
yeah says angry us n a band called sid rumpo
wow i say i thought of that name this morning when i woke up
wow says angry thats an example of interconnectedness
(a double synchronicity there folks)
2. i go to wendy the white witch for a healing
she gives me a cd of the lords prayer related to chakra healing
when i get in the car all relaxed
i put on the radio n on comes the first song
dirty deeds done dirt cheap by ac/dc (a jarring juxtaposition )
i immediately turn it off
when i get home n stick cd into my itunes
my itunes erroneously recognises the cd as dirty deeds done dirt cheap
(huh!!!!)
3 jeffrey cain turns up today
hes rented a flat in bondi
its the same flats marty lived in 30 years ago when he first moved to aust
weird, eh?

sunday evening

2010-06-27T18:40:00.002+10:00

i have changed
i have thrown off my last shackle
which was holding me down
which was dulling my senses
i am clear i am calm
i know now what i am here to do
i am growing younger by the minute
the hours pass peacefully
i want for nothing
my luck has changed
my mood has improved
i see the wonder
i hear the beauty
i entertain the possibilities
i exist in all dimensions
no longer impatient
no longer exasperated
aware exactly of who i am
i see through lies
i see through fakes and frauds
i appreciate the sheer beauty of life
my children amaze me
the future stretches out before me
and i want to fill it with music and paintings and words
invitations pouring in thick and fast
i stuck to my guns
i guess this is the reward for authenticity
i will prevail eventually
my good self will prevail over my bad self
i have some dear and lovely friends
like jeffrey cain who arrives on tuesday armed with beautiful music
i am immersed in my work and The Work
i am convinced things will turn out well for me
i am finally back on the path where i shoulda been
the path my own path
a path no one else could ever tread
i have to do things the hard way that is my path
but i always learn...eventually...
i will learn to master myself
i will learn to get all this art and music out of my head
and out of the void
and lay it on you all for as long as i can
because...well...who else can...?
i am content with my contradictions
they make me who i am
i will strive for excellence from now on
i will not flinch from personal sacrifice to create for you
i dive deep and i soar high
it is enough
i can wait and wait and wait
i remember everything from the past
my intuition is thawing
my heart is open
my head is no longer dead
i wish for no material thing
i desire no woman
i need no man
i am self sufficient
from here on out
let no stupid thing disturb me
do what you like
say what you like
write what you like
i am steve kilbey the time being
its sunday evening
everything is ok

sacred songs : the lamia

2010-06-26T20:33:00.003+10:00

from
the lamb lies down on broadway ... by genesis
a rock opera about a modern odysseus
his name is rael hes a graffiti artist from puerto rico
but the story takes place in new york
this album was genesis' full flowering and their final masterpiece
before peter gabriel left
rael is trapped in some mystical nightmare/quest
after many adventures he comes to a strange chamber
waiting for him are the lamia
creatures straight out of greek mythology
the bodies of snakes , the faces of women
the music is superb
by this stage of the game
the interplay between tony banks on keys
and steve hacket on guitar is unique and almost classical
in its ambitions and proportions.....
banks the master of the constant arpeggio
hacket using his guitar like trumpets and french horns
as far away from yer usual hamfisted rock fodder as you can get
gabriels lyrics are pure poetry
his voice is mysterious powerful earthy and pure
lost in some 5th dimensional labyrinth
our hero rael comes along a hall and finds
the chamber and a pool containing the lamia
a beautiful lilting piano sets the scene
occasionally punctuated
in small instrumental sequences by gabriels flute
"inside a long rosewater pool is shrouded by fine mist"
"but ripples on the sweeping water reveal some company unthought of"
"3 vermilion snakes with female face the smallest motion filled with grace"
they greet him
"rael welcome we are the lamia of the pool
we have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool"
the music is spine tingling and gorgeous
everything just perfect
building to a wagnerian like crescendo
the guitar darting in and out of the grandiose mellotron
then back down to a lonely piano figure
like something out of rachmaninoff
rael decides to join them
"he slips into the nectar leaving his shredded clothes behind"
"with their tongues they test taste and judge all that is mine"
gabriel now switches into the first person as he does throughout
the whole of the lamb
he is rael and he is also the narrator
"they move in a series of caresses that glide up n down my spine"
the lamia begin to eat rael
as the lamia in greek myth devours its own children
"as they nibble the fruit of my flesh i feel no pain
only a magic that a name would stain"
(what a beautiful line!)
but something is amiss
the unlucky rael is too profane for these creatures...
"with the 1st drop of my blood in my veins
their faces are convulsed in mortal pain
the fairest cries
" we all have loved you rael!""
"each empty snake like body floats
silent sorrow in empty boats
a sickly sourness fills the room
the bitter harvest of a dying bloom"
rael decides to eat their bodies
" oh lamia your flesh that remains i will take as my food"
then a very strange line
"it is the scent of garlic which lingers on my chocolate fingers"
then an instrumental interlude
the piano and portamento synth intertwine
then a stately organ appears like bach or something
rael says
"looking behind me
the waters turn icy blue
the lights are dimmed
and once again
the stage is set for you"
then flute guitar and mellotron go out in a magnificent coda
wow
well
the meaning of all this?
the esoteric symbolism
the beauty sadness and triumph
and yet
its a fantastic example of how arcane and spiritual rock can be
the opposite of ac/dc or their meatheaded ilk
this music this song is loaded with inspiration for thought
you can listen to it for 36 years like me
and still get that hit of the wonderful unknown
the hairs on yer neck will stand to attention everytime
an eldritch thrill
the sexual cannibalistic myth of the lamia
the fucking lovely music
gabriels perfect singing
go on
you better get this one now and prepare to start digging it
HARD!

sacred songs : song to the siren (this mortal coil)

2010-06-25T19:38:00.008+10:00

a 24 carat stunner
released in 1984 or thereabouts
credited to this mortal coil
this was really the cocteau twins in disguise
the song written by tim buckley
who of course is jeffs dad
i never really grokked tim buckley
i tried but i could never really dig him
i prefer mortal coils version so much more than his
its a bare minimalistic performance
a chiming guitar like a bell at sea
elisabeth frazers (or is it elizabeth fraser?)mournful voice
her wonderful phrasing
the string thing playing in the background
truly conveys a sense of supernatural longing aching love loss
the sirens were creatures from the odyssey
with beautiful voices whose song was irresistible
they lured sailors to the island where they died upon the rocks....
of course
our hero odysseus wanted/needed to hear these songs for himself
his sailors stuffed their ears with beeswax
while odysseus
was tied to his ships mast so he can listen
my whole life i have wondered
what these terrible songs must have sounded like
what incredible words must they have sung to him
this song turns things around
it is a song TO the siren
rather than a song BY them
the odyssey metaphor is kept up through the song
with its marine lyrics
"the shipless oceans"
"as riddled as the tide"
"now my foolish boat is leaning"
etc
and the song works on many levels of meaning
as all good songs should
including the ultra strange question
"were you hare when i was fox?"
all filled with such sad bewildered unfulfilled desire
"oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow"
this song captured me the first time i heard it 26 years ago
and it still holds me to this very day
bleak lonely desolate just like odysseus' long journey home
sacred majestic magical stuff
the video on youtube is so so
youre better off to just hear it
and imagine the awful love which inspired this amazing piece
odysseus says :
"this was the sweet song the Sirens sang
and my heart was filled with such longing to listen
that i ordered my men to set me free, gesturing with my eyebrows
but they swung forward over their oars and rowed ahead
and they jumped up and tightened my ropes and added more..."
circe the witch who was odysseus' lover warns :
"there is no homecoming for the man who draws near them unawares
and hears their voices
no welcome from his wife
no little children brightening at their fathers return..."
wow!
god how i would love to hear those songs
incredible!

sacred songs : atlantis

2010-06-23T16:08:00.003+10:00

remember that bit in my biography
where i'm walking down the school hall at lunchtime
and i hear a kid playing the guitar
and i blah blah blah blah
yeah
well the song the kid was playing was called atlantis
he taught me the chords too (my first chord progression!)
they are C D F C G
i felt as if i had learnt a spell
the spell still has not worn off
even after 40 years
now most pop music is a load of old rubbish
uh huh aint it the truth
meaningless tripe knocked out to try n make a buck
the kinda thing you listen to once and never again
however
once in a while someone writes something so good n powerful
it can stay with ya forever n forever
atlantis by donovan is such a song
in spades my my oh my word
i always liked donovan
he was a big influence on my uber-hero marc bolan
when i first heard this song back in 69 or 70 it floored me
a feeling of sacredness pervades the simple chords
donovan starts talking over the gentle strumming
the most beautiful delicate scottish accent imaginable
he rolls his Rs
and the whole thing has an air of the most confidential information
the continent of atlantis was an island
which lay before the great flood
in the area we now call the atlantic ocean...
(well
i was instantly hooked
he goes on to amazingly tell the story of atlantis so succinctly
as a piano chimes in playing the wistful melody)
so great an area of land that those beautiful sailors
journeyed to the north and south americas with ease
in their ships with painted sails
to the east africa was her neighbour across a short strait of sea miles
the great egyptian age is but a remnant of atlantean culture...
(yes it is ...ask herodotus !)
the narrative continues:
the ante diluvian kings colonised the world
all the gods who play in the mythological dramas
in all legends from all lands were from fair atlantis
(all spoken so carefully in that wonderful soft accent)
knowing her fate
atlantis sent out ships to the four corners of the world
on board were the 12
the poet the physician the farmer the scientist the magician
and the other so called gods of our legends
tho gods they were
and as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
let us rejoice and lets us sing and dance
and ring in the new
HAIL ATLANTIS!
this is followed by a good old fashioned hey jude ending
with pounding drums and piano and electric guitar
while donovan sings
way down below the ocean where i wanna be she may be
fucking brilliant!
meaningful
longing
great tune
great production
and sending me off into an atlantean obsession
wow
imagine if all the stuff you heard on the radio was like this...
and it was in the charts....!
life changing pop music...whooda thunk it?
now go n download it if ya aint got it
and dig this fairly accurate history of atlantis
in the shape of a 4 minute spell

very busy

2010-06-22T19:58:00.003+10:00

last nite played in band for jimmy little
famous indigenous oldtime aust singer was given award
at some big do here in sydney
temper trap rightly won an award for their marvellous sweet disposition
the usual bloated ratbags and music biz parasites were there
rabbiting on with their usual codswallop
who cares?
but hurrah for jimmy and hurrah for the temper trap!
jeffrey cain arrives in under a week and we will do some swimming
and some singing and knock out isidore 2
have just been offered a great part in a brand new very funny musical
will let you know more as details come to hand
martin k n i have put the wraps on new kk
its finished and its a corker!!
many other goodies in pipeline stay tuned
watch this space
steve-0

hierophant for hire

2010-06-21T12:07:00.007+10:00

*
its too early to tell
i cast my fate in the sand
the sea is calm
the sky is blue and grey
my eyes see through you
winter solstice
who will you resurrect?
i walk forever on this strand
the gulls squabble
the tiny waves leave foam
music plays in my head as always
words come into mind
the shortest day of the year
night threatens day
the king in check
the queen moves along her most convenient diagonal
path of least resistance...as is her wantonness....
the pawns oblivious as usual
the bishops ....oh what a crooked bunch
they burn joan of arc
they burn wendy the white witch
they burn your mother and your sister
the knights...ha ha
on some wild goose chase through the forest
lancelot in ms guineveres chamber with his trusty sword
galahad all golden lost in lyonesse
sir parsifal tries to staunch the blood of the fishy king
sir isaac newton battling gravity
sir mick jagger poncing about like a ninny
meanwhile your narrator lonely at the top
the temptation of st steven
martyred by the slings n arrows of outrageous 4tune
staggering neath the wait
words music paintings fill my echoing skull
chip on my shoulder coated in ancient grease
my enchantment undone
i strip off my armour
and languish in chapel perilous
i fail the test again n again
my own external exam
3 x 7 = 21

* tarot card by my dear friend MEM

elysium

2010-06-20T17:44:00.002+10:00

rest in pieces
some otherworld
some before n afterlife
wind sings in the reeds
reeds sing in the wind
everything i touch turns to spirit
no winter here
the forest is alive
the waving fields of wheat and barley
golden summer day stretch endlessly
purple summer night move through me
friend, swim in cool lakes of dream
etruscan wife
she tramples the bursting grape
horses crop the grass contentedly
my scars heal leaving a silver mark on the brown skin
my children play out there in the dusk
i can hear their plainsong
i can feel their pleasure
the different stars shine in the sky
the different birds sing in the different trees
midnight comes without darkness
noon arrives without its heat
mercy in my hands to bestow
patience in my heart to choose
my patron goddess hidden in clear view
pallas athena swift as light
move towards me smiling still
lily white
eyes black as night
hair lustrous falling in coils of jet
wielding wisdom as her shield
evenings of marvel
mornings of grace

sugar bloom

2010-06-19T19:53:00.003+10:00

soft succinct and sweet
sugar bloom
through cold clear water i swim as if in dream
ionian sea or astral soul river
where my muse doth wait
whispering wordless words only i can hear
spirit come and take me now
oh spirit come and fill me now
dark matter intoxication null and void
i have wasted these 55
now i stand here empty handed outside this door
i cannot pound it down
i cannot find my way in
i am freezing out here in this outside
i knock and knock half heartedly
inside the 4 chambers my muse lies waiting patiently for me
havent i given thee enough? she dreams to me
you never worked for even one of my gifts... she gently chides
so why then do you now bang bang bang on the door to my chambers?
i fumble in my pockets for some key
i roar and whimper and call her nameless names
the names she has always had
all my lives all my days
youre trying too hard she admonishes
let it be easy as its always been
try not to grasp and gasp and blow your chances mind
believe and believe and trust and trust
oh its so close now
oh its still so far away
she smiles
i see her smile of invisibility
i hear her melodious laugh
yes she says
i think this time you really might make it
how? i ask
sacrifice everything ! comes the answer in my chances mind
everything? i ask
oh it will all be returned one thousandfold ...her voice very faint now
like a thought that lingers fleetingly
like a childhood memory of being so warm and safe
like falling in love with life
like hearing the most beautiful music
as if from an impossible distance
as if coming from all directions
like krsnas flute in the twilight jungle
like jesus lovely laugh in the aromatic garden
like aslans mighty song
that awoke all things
on the very first day

christian wolf

2010-06-18T14:50:00.002+10:00

a friend of little girls and their grandmothers
i roam these gloomy woods
in my wolfsuit
growling and howling
oh heel you dirty dog
fur all flecked with grey
always hungry
in these forests of saxony and prussia
my long yellow-white teeth same colour as moon
my black eyes which shine no light
devouring pilgrims in a single bite
my rough tongue which licks you raw
my lupine mind outside the door
as still as this i hide
under your bed
its 1215
how i love your bones
loose in the convent
salivating and waiting
hunted for my pelt
i melt into the snow
i feel no cold
padding silently away
to feast another day
come good doctor
i bet you taste so nice
and woodcutters
your axes blunt
i dont think
i move
i jump with a mighty leap on the back of the slowest sheep
and i creep towards you in your sleep
my poor paws with their bastard claws
my tongue so long and red
amongst the pines amongst the weeds
dribble as the young knight bleeds
no trap could hold me
my jaws clamp shut
oh little princess in this dark place
gaze with horror
'pon my face
your friars your priests your men-at-arms
your saviour on the cross
your bishops in aachen
your kings at mass
your mother says her parrot prayers
your brothers rushing down the stairs
he'll have my guts on this he swears
i know a little cave you could get warm
i'll take you there...no i insist...look its really no trouble..
please follow me
the evening close is falling down so swiftly
and i'm starving
i'm ravenous
i'm as empty as all hell
i need to feed
you need to rest
i know whats best
you'd do as well...
mmmm
ok
delicious
in my dingly dell

rockwiz finale

2010-06-17T10:05:00.002+10:00

in this photo clare bowditch, adalita and your 'umble 'ero

rockwiz the live show is over
ive got a complete doco up my sleeve but that'll be for my new
impending mega-site ....eh, kip mcc?
itll have footage backstage onstage etc etc

the rock wiz people are amazing
the crew were amazing
the rock wiz orkestra ...crikey what a band....!
my fellow singers...what a great bunch
the audiences were too kind and just fantastic
the whole experience was fucking groovy
everyone so cool n calm
not one jerk
not one grumpy tosser
not one idiot
please have me back
i loved it
it was a breath of fresh air
melby was a great place to finish
vika bull was a dream to sing with
her voice always in tune and strong
i had a ball
a very very happy camper i am
love to all
steve-0

double or nothing

2010-06-16T16:34:00.005+10:00

eventually
you on your own
fooling round with a camera in an empty room
or being born again
or walking along some pier stretching across leaden waters
you see people in restaurants drinking booze n eating cuisine nouveau
you see homeless wrecks shivering in the winter afternoon
you see the snobs and slobs and blobs the bits n bobs
betrayed delayed afraid
calm now in determination
hysteria not for me
flowery words wilting on the page
promises become threats
i walk along and i laugh to myself
i walk along thru the endless ages
the son of man
getting warmer getting colder
i need no one
i need no food no drug no orgasm no money
self contained self restrained
i look for nothing
yet i see everything
i am a singer in a show
i appear n i go
surrounded by flash and bang
i am a stillpoint
i look out at you all
i sing from a million miles
under pressure
burns a building down
splits a family in 2
puts people on the street
i read my name in the paper
my current name that is
i realize more n more that is not me
over a double barrel
inside a double helix
i sit with the performers and talk
i joke with the crew
i pause in the limelight
never so weak or powerful
double your trouble back guarantee
disgracefully graceful
i even confuse myself
head on ism
oh i only feel the cold
good calm cold
the grim winter
the dumb summer
the double edged sword
the panther in his winter
i'm not your 20th century man oh no
an unknown in an unknown land
its quiet i talk to myself
finally someone who makes sense
my double whispers in that drawling accent
half english half australian half asleep
half life
double shot
clear headed
across between fox and cat
i purr with my phlegmy engine
my calves sacrificed to the bitter wind
i cough up tears
i cry blood
i leave my body : a trial separation
i wanted to be like everybody else but it was never on
a unique nobody i blow down acland street
double back
buy a coffee
buy some time
double time
sick of women sick of men
double sick double cured
i licked smack
i smacked lick
i fought my own double
and was double whipped
i double and redouble your bid
my head is an entertainment centre
i book seats at my own show
black n white double features
orpheus comes n goes through mirrors
ulysses in his black beaked ship
siegfried drenched in dragon blood
joe schmoe at some karaoke night
good with words
bad with numbers
double 6 double 6 double 6
dabbles with doubles
i leave my body again
i leave your body again
i always loved jesus
i meet him in the darkening park
we sit in stony silence
until its time for me to go in
my mother calls me....listen :
steven.....
steven.....
i enter by the stage door
some grizzled ex angel nods and winks
fucking singers he thinks ...what a joke....
i go down deep into the orchestra pit
where my lyre is waiting to tell its lies
music sweet music
sing us a song your the lyre man
and make it a double
and make it on the double
and then
double up
twice

orpheus in the undertrick

2010-06-15T19:19:00.003+10:00

i sing the bloody eclectic
i sing the unsingable song
i sing of crete and concrete and the discrete layers of life
i sing of the underworld and the overdrive
i sing of hashish i sing of myrrh
i sing of aphrodites ichor
i sing of enkidus fur
i sing of the garden now barred
i sing of men ill-starred
i sing of whores and virgins and hags and beauties
i sing the deepest song of the seven seas
and the seven seals
and the seven dwarves
and seven years of bad luck
and seventy seven sunset strip
i sing of dillinger and derringer and delicates and doom
i sing of zeus amon and white hippy moses and burning bushes
i sing you asleep
i sing you awake
i sing to your skins and your hearts
i sing of seances and ectoplasm
i sing dimensions i sing spells
i sing unaccompanied i sing with birds
i sing badly i sing well
i sing roughly
i sing smoothly
i sing and i croon and i shout it all out
i sing even if no one listens
i sing even if no one hears
i sing to the sailors and soldiers
i sing to the head neck and shoulders
i sing to the stones and the boulders
i sing to myself in the shower
i sing and i vaguely can remember the power
i sing to arcturus to antares to sirius to andromeda
i sing childhood in
i sing old age out
i sing the chemical nuptials
i sing the storm i sing the calm
i sing in the vibrating dawn
i sing wordless
i sing epic tales in sanskrit and greek and english and swedish
i sing the mahabharata i sing the gospels
i sing dr seuss and dr dee and dr death and dr my eyes
i sing with my heart i sing with my soul
i sing without remembering in amnesias black hold
i sing to my mothers i sing to my brothers
i sing to you and any others
i sing to macbeth and miranda and to lear and round here
i sing the milky way and i sing the hard way
and i sing the old ways and old days
i sing the hits and misses
i sing young and old
i sing and i stop and i sing once again
i sing glam classical mineral gnostic and inner country
i sing with gb3 and the 3 fates and the 3 norns
i sing sometimes with my 2 horns
i sing hell and i sing well and i sing in one fell swoop
i sing bohemia i sing in my deleria
i sing in the school cafeteria
i sing in corpuscles and bacteria
i sing in sickness and in health
in poverty and in wealth
i sing in this life in last life in everylife
i sing everyman i sing for no one
i sing for profit prophet and for fucking fun
i sing as i come undone
i sing U#23 i sing only for me
i sing for thee
i sing and i begin
i sing anything everything
i sing what no one else can or will sing
i sing for eurydice i sing for medea
i sing for my supper and i sing on some upper
i sing in my slippers
i sing for day trippers and night riders
i sing the hurt inside us
i sing as my muse bids
i sing for the bedsit kids
i sing soundless and groundless and endless
i sing the sacred i sing the ephemeral
i sing the horrible and the terrible
i sing to keep the outside out
and the inside in
i sing of virtue and sin
i sing of cabbages and kings
and whether pigs have wings
and i sing the things the darkness will bring
and when its all over
still
even then
i sing

a new song

2010-06-14T18:27:00.008+10:00

sing then o muse
sing of my wanderings
sing of my lost years
sing of my other lives
sing of athene who came to me in waking dreams
sing of my ship and the star who guided her
sing of the cities of the plain destroyed by a jealous god
sing of nineveh cold and forgotten
sing of enkidu dying of fever
sing of grant mclennan and david mccomb who sing no more
sing of baby krsna with the universe in his mouth
sing of houdini and the great cagliostro
sing of my strangling hands and trampling feet
sing of leslie kilbey 18 and in germany 1940
sing of joyce bennett in the ruins of london
sing of eris and her golden apple inscribed kallisti
sing of aegypt and her long centuries in the sun
sing of saint-saens and scrubby stokes
sing of lemuria and lyneham
sing of monsters n mirages
sing of mustard gas and barbed wire
sing of opium sing of nepenthe
sing of wine sing of mead
sing of loki who shudders forever until ragnarok
sing of elli n minna sing of eve n aurora
sing of my bass guitar sing of my lyre
sing of the christ up on the kings cross
sing of hannibal barca and his dark troubled brow
sing of joan who shone like an arc where you walk
sing of kennedy and sing of lincoln
sing of the tower of babel and the towering infernal
sing of 666 and 911
sing of the elusive grail and the knights templar
sing of heroes and cowards and cowherds and vrindavan
sing of the red sea and the blue tide and the green man
sing of the war of the roses and sing of the jackals of war
sing of cemeteries sing of nurseries
sing of solomon who sings his own song
sing of lyonesse between england and france
sing of the planet between earth and mars
sing of jagger and jesse james and john the baptist
sing of marathon and sing of alexander
sing of the lion headed sphinx and sing of oedipal hi jinks
sing of glenn miller sing of tom miller sing of henry miller
sing of hoaxes and hexes and executive decisions
sing of the axe and the scalpel
sing of the time and the distance
sing of narnia and sing of charn
sing of the bermuda triangle and the blackest hole
sing of mark feld and david jones
sing of erskine and sad conesuela
sing of trees sing of bach sing of amadeus in the dark
sing of jeff buckley who sang like a lark
sing of breton sing of normandy
sing of the wind singing through the longest night
sing of ern malley and sing of bin laden
sing of the mermen and sing of the mainmen
sing of the haunted
sing of the unforgiven
sing of the dead still singing for a living
sing of the animals that were butchered today
sing of the world behind my eyes
sing of sydney sing of sumeria sing of esoterica
sing of impossible things the phoenix and the roc
sing of the dark cages and sing of the rhymeless reason
sing of saturn and satan and black satin sheets
sing of murder and sing of mayhem
sing o muse
let the singing begin
sing in my veins
sing in my head
sing in my fingers
sing in my soul
sing o muse
and let your song be ever so long
unending unbending
unbelievable
undeniable
undying
undone
sing o muse
let the singing begin
then
sing it all
again n again

ulysses is granted

2010-06-13T15:36:00.005+10:00

after a long time
after life has moved on
and the blasted shadows have faded from the path
and the children grew up and could see for themselves
and their children live in the fertile valleys surrounded by snowy peaks
and the kings have departed to seek empires elsewhere
along silk routes and longitudes unmapped and uncharted
and new stars have appeared in the sky
and new skies have dawned in mornings i wont see
and the ocean still churns restlessly at the foot of its bed
and my head is cleared
all bad memories deleted
and i am exonerated of my sins
and my good deeds rewarded
and my reward is to know everything that was unknown
everything i could stand to know that is
and i stand holding my hand that god has dealt out
and the four angels of the four cardinal directions
golden haired neither male nor female come down to this plane
and i count the grains of sand
and i see the sparrowfall
and i hear the language of the trees
and i swim with the nereids
and i behold vishnu in his universal form
and i walk with jesus on my kentucky blue lawn
and i am soothed by venus who ceases to mourn
and ride with the valkyries out of this storm
my men are gone and never to return
my snow has melted
and my fire has burned
every lesson finally learned
some lovely day
some blessed eve
some wonderful spring
the women sing
a song
i cannot write but long to hear
maybe then
you will appear

tori n me

2010-06-12T13:42:00.003+10:00

tori n me
take scarlet for a walk
i guess we're in dakota or wyoming or somewhere
the lonesome whistle blowing down the trestle: ooooeeee
its the 1950s everything all black n white
no beatles
no internet
no tiramisu
no aioli
no dice
john dee in the dried out river bed
playing some old chuck berry number
and skyping his angel within the crystal ball
some gunslinger
dock holiday
or wild bill
still holding the deadmans hand
americana
toris a waitress at joes cafe
i just been laid off by the mining company
times are tough
maybe this is a dream
no...maybe not...
its always 3 o'clock on some fall afternoon
the clouds are ominous
my heart is heavy
a burnt out ford customline
a rattle snake in the dust
nothing for miles n miles
horizon disappears behind the black hills
we dont say much
tori answers my questions with a shake of her head
or an uh-huh
shes wearing her one good dress
the one her daddy bought for her in bismarck
i'm wearing my old suit patched n worn shiny
i got ten bucks in my pocket that i clutch for consolation
life is harsh
we always seem to be sad
are you sad ? i ask her
she shakes her head
are you happy here ? i ask her
she looks at the silent slag heaps and circling distant black birds
uh-huh she says so quietly
i was thinking i could get us a piano ...i suggest
uh-huh she says
maybe you could learn to play i say
uh-huh she says her eyes glassy and lost
we walk back into town
the saloon has closed down
and the train dont pass this way anymore
i scratch my head squinting into the dull glare
what you gonna do now ? i ask her
she shakes her head
and the wind gently blows tiny whirlpools of dust down mainstreet

when isidore not adore

2010-06-11T16:16:00.002+10:00

my dear friend in colleague
jeffrey cain is on his way to australia
arriving june 29
to start n finish isidore #2
maybe you have or havent heard isidore #1 yet
its a very melodic smooth kind of record
jeffrey wrote the music
i came up with the vox
we make a good team
jeffrey writes tricky chord progressions
at once familiar yet with a sense of the strange
it inspires me to come up with words i wouldnt normally
have come up with...
hes renting a flat here in bondi n we can 'ave a winter swim n a sauna
n get stuck into our work
jeffrey is an impish alabaman with a wicked laugh n kind heart
like martin kennedy and ricky maymi hes much younger than me
and was inspired in his teen years by the church among others
hes absorbed his sk musical lessons well
and thoroughly transmuted them into his own lovely trip
we will both be mourning the loss of gregory slay isidores drummer
who died on new years eve tragically too young
mr slays radiant and mischievous spirit
will illuminate proceedings i'm sure....
the first isidore record heralded a new era for my singing n words
i turned some corner in making it
finding new ways to sing
new types of words to write
i am lucky to have collaborateurs such as jc n these other guys
so you got gb3 coming real soon (its a corker...mixed by jorden brebach too!)
then kk2
then hopefully i can get david neil finally fixed n mixed (thats with ricky)
then isidore2 which i know will be a special record
melbournian fiendss can look for me next week
although i cant necessarily spill the beans on what it is i'm doing
as i am merely one of a number of special secret guests at 2 shows there
(at the palais....)
yep i'm pretty busy
and thats how i like it

great new book arrived on my desk
my immortal by anakki mayhem
an australian coastal teenage vampire love story (what?)
available on amazon now

regards to dave rundle my novocastrian china plate
put the box set kk dvd and ato cheque (bastards!!) in the mail today

thats it
a long weekend here in sydney but dunno why
see ya then
sk

kilbey kennedy heads its ugly rear

2010-06-10T20:07:00.002+10:00

today received new kk dvd
nice one!
the total live kk experience
(in tuxedos!)
featuring evil graham lee on pedal steel
n michael evans-barker on drums n perc
here we are live at the toff
(oooh is that diamanda galah my one true fan in the front row?)
old crooner me with the crows feet n scuffed up blunnies
mutton kennedy the modest maestro concentrating on his gig
i tell you its not a bad old vid
we play our entire 1st album n
give under the milfy weigh the kk treatment
plus providence
plus exclusive sneaky preview of kk2 with "the demo"
speaking of witch
i been listening to today
and its almost finally ready
martin has again come up with some music
which is just so right for your old 'umble hero
to stick his rag tag grab bag of lyrical tricks on top of
(oooh ended a sentence with a preposition!)
the songs are a lot more eclectic than the 1st record
some bloody good hummable tunes
with mks inimitable touch
and your old groaners smooth voice
which causes savage beasts to be soothed
and old grandma groupies to faint in their wooly stockings
wow! it really is a great record n i want ya to hear it right now...
but ya gonna have to wait
so have some patients
songs about the esoteric hodge podge
and the friction when you enter this atmosphere
you gonna love it
why bother arguing?
its at least probably the best record ever made
and thats just an understatement
it will enlighten you while it enlivens you
the sad songs'll make ya happy
n the slow songs'll make ya fast
kennedy is the antipodean eno
and i'm the equivalent of lying in a bath of opium
whilst reading baudelaire and shakespeare and patanjali
with yer eyes tied behind your back
doubtless it'll go to number one all round the world
coz people here can appreciate our subtle brilliance
(when the footballs over...of course)
send me a thousand bucks now n i'll reserve you a copy, cats
mucho love
or watt ever
kilb-0

secret history of sk

2010-06-09T13:37:00.002+10:00

my brother russell
recommended i read this book called
the secret history of the world
an esoteric trawl thru the philosophies
of the secret societies that exist n have existed...
to put it all in a simplistic nutshell
mind before matter

long before anything else
there was the boy
a boy born out of time n place
growing up in australia in the fifties n sixties
i read alice in wonderland n alice thru the looking glass
when i was 5 or 6 n i was gone
then the greek myths, the norse myths, the celtic myths
then the chronicles of narnia
(frequently referred to by t.s.h.o.t.w.)
this was my world
the world of spirit
the world of magic
the world of imagination
more real to me
than the humdrum ordinary one
in which i never felt right or at home
anyway the narnian chronicles blew my tiny mind
and a lot of the secret encoded (rosicrucian) information
went straight thru to my heart n soul
(and verily i grokked it!)
i could never turn back from here on in
i could never be an ordinary person happily living
in the ordinary world
(cue duran duran ; no, please dont!)
then came lord of the rings
gormenghast
psychedelic rock
drugs etc
i have read the bible the koran
the bhagavad gita
and almost got thru the 18 volume srimad bhagavatam
the hindu secret doctrine or as krsna puts it to arjuna
the most confidential information
i have read extensively on yoga
i have read buddhas the path of dharma
and many other esoteric and exoteric treatises on or by the buddha
of course as you all know too well
i have been doing yoga on n off for almost 25 years
the last 5 years very intently n intensely
all of my study is confirmed in this book
mind before matter
mind over matter
all esoteric literature has to be interpreted
like poetry
like heiroglyphs
like sunsets
and life and death
and astrology and alchemy
you cant solve this stuff literally
you need some strange inclination
which i have in spades
finally
my own work
thirty odd years of songs packed full of esoterica
messages puzzles clues
random name dropping of things i had no real idea about
its all there for you to see
hardly any stuff about the ordinary world
i have poured my heart n soul into the surrealism of it all
my music my words my paintings n now my blogs
dedicated to the marvellous in the mundane
finding the strangeness n charm on this plane
i dont believe in jehovah i dont believe in darwinian evolution
i dont believe in a one way scientific world
i dont believe its all for nothing either
i visit a healer
who 5 hundred years ago would have been burnt at the stake
she manipulates my chakras and tells me impossible things about myself
she works away on me without touching me "as if by magic"
healing the damage i have done to myself
occasionally she chuckles :
"sometimes i cant believe i'm doing it, myself"
my life has shown me karma in action
bad things come back
good things come back
inevitability is, well, inevitable
baby baby i was born to boogie sang marco boleyn
n fuck me he sure was
i reject the plausible sensible scientific christian explanations
i embrace the weird and wonderful meanings i feel n i sense
when i write music
it all flows to me
appearing in my mind fully formed
music is magic
yoga is magic
life is magic
i dream n i yearn for the inexplicable
i devote my life n my work to its exploration
i dunno what i'm doing but i know i'm meant to do it
i heartily recommend this book by jonathan black
if you like what i do
i know you'll love it
thanks rusty n amy
i'm thoroughly enjoying the read
abra fucking ca dabra !

a new clear power

2010-06-06T08:12:00.006+10:00

dearly beloved and devoted readers
sunday morning here in sydney
i get up do my yoga
practice my chi gong
think things thru
its a lovely sunny morning
full of the future

gone fission

2010-06-05T21:06:00.001+10:00

see ya in a little while

elegy

2010-06-04T17:50:00.005+10:00

this sky's disguise
rain pissing on
the wild madman broken down on the other side of limbo
aimlessly going nowhere soon
deep sadness heavy burden
feeling olden and helpless finally
as someday we all must
gotta start my picture again
too much hurt in this
oh i never fucking foresaw it!

the roof rattles
the window shakes
i turn towards my music but its out to lunch
my paints sit there untouched
just the fucking internet whence all trouble comes
tempting screaming begging me to log on again
one more time
give it a shot sucker
write the saddest most heartbreaking thing you can muster
that might just make someone stop and listen
listen to the sound of of some horrible terrible future
almost upon us
now separated by the flimsiest luckiest chance now itself unravelling
some kid of thirteen sees some stupid singer on tv
hey he seems so familiar....
and the kid leans into the future and shouts
does it really all have to be this way?
ok then this is the brave new world now
and anything goes and then everything goes wrong
and then you fight wrong with wrong and you get more wrong back
and no one ever learns and
long after i'm pushing up dazes
the same old idiots going thru the same old thing
squabbling over THE FUCKING DECK CHAIRS ON THE TITANIC!!!!
whatever you reckon
insert yer own pointless example of futility here
all these words but none of them going thru
absent voice : you hurt me.....
i'm sorry
absent voice : you hurt me good
look i said i'm sorry!
absent voice : you bastard you hurt me!
look fuck it all I SAID I"M SORRY
absent voice : Dont you Shout at ME !
I"M NOT SHOUTING!!!!!!!
I"M NOT SHOUTING!!!!!!!!!!!???????
(the actor (its roy scheider( from all that jazz))
appeals to the darkened audience
AM I FUCKING SHOUTING??
AM I FUCKING SHOUTING!!!???
but the audience are already leaving the building
silently
erskine turns to conesuela who shot him right between the eyes
erskine : why .....
conesuela : i didnt think the gun was so loaded...
and the people in the cinema say
aw fuck! is this the bloody ending
and they want their money back
and erskine wants his money back too
but boo hoo hes fucked whichever way he turns
he tries to be understanding but this magician has
no control over his temper trap
his magic seems awfully thin
his eyes are quite unmesmerizing
fuck! he says
and ya gotta laugh
and ya gotta cry
and you gotta wonder why
and you gotta get over it and get by
made your bed
you oughta lie
a nice long sleepy sleep
you wake up
n yer outta prison n outta hospital n outta the rain
and outta the cold and outta the hurt
and outta the poison
that clear almost tasteless colourless poison
going straight for mens hearts
like a liquid spear
killing everyone at once

reboot

2010-06-03T22:14:00.003+10:00

everything i thought i knew about myself is wrong
money flies out of my bank account
money evaporates as it sits in the drawer
money taken by the spirits
i am not clean
i am grimy
a dirty fighter who always loses in the end
something so fundamentally wrong with my picture
some instrument in my orchestra can never get in tune
some unseen error in my calculus fucks up the answer
you never saw someone so close
so fucking close to this
so fucking close to that
but in the end.....what?
a 2 byte singer
knocking out 4th form poetry
in a place wheres theres no school magazines anymore
weak and feeble and docile and grubby
i can do some yoga pose but inside im inflexible and snap....
look at me whinging on the internet
i guess you are
listen to me rave on about my inadequacies
my false modesty
too late to be fucking humble mate
i can sling a sentence together
i'm a real smart alec sander
i'm a clown at a funeral
a spare prostitute at a pricks wedding
i couldnt go a round in a revolving door
now youre confused
who are you sticking up for ....me?
you know deep down i am a ratbag
you almost like it when it suits you
a clever little ratbag but a ratbag nonetheless
flagellating my straps moaning down easy street
as i squander the $ i made from some useless behemoth
still with enough energy and time to discount my blessings tho
re read the liner notes to the soundtrack of yer lives then
have another look at the finite print
cop another high
cop another low
a new low
a whole brand new low
how low can ya go?
i still dunno

post

2010-06-02T17:45:00.000+10:00

things are good
nice breeze
pool is a warm 19
working on my logic
be back with more stuff soon

ninja

2010-05-31T12:07:00.002+10:00

*
left to my own devices
i appear in japan one afternoon
obliviously high
in the crowded markets
pressed into my new suit
armed and dangerously calm
hugging the coastline
in a series of hotel/motels
i undo em
you wanted it so deep
deep in the past
up to the hilt in years
i unwind and unwind
blindly binding my mind to your will
blowing my shot into this abyss
somewhere in space a satellite shifts
lifting the lid on the kids navigation bid
but the boss cant tolerate loss
he sits in his villa stiller and stiller
calls me the killer
calls me direct
tells me collect
so here i am maybe
maybe not
outside the door or
in the vacant lot
no blade
no knife
no gun
no movement
you dont see it
you only feel it
crush your ribbons
break you bonaparte
eat your heart
suck your soul off
now i am nicely inside
with the lightest touch
away again
leaving you standing there
empty

my shadow sings

2010-05-30T13:52:00.002+10:00

my shadow sings
the very air we breathe
the numbing flood
all in its time
for deep within
within this life
and beyond all that
somewhere else
somewhere so strange
why cant i remember
remember what ? my shadow sings
oh now thats quite a voice
mellifluous
subtle as all fuck
sincere and endearing
enduring no flaw
i must be mad i say
though there is no one for years around
just my shadow on the ground
singing across the miles
something about something
called love

in my beyond

2010-05-29T15:09:00.002+10:00

angel in crystal
like a childs magic
what is this life ?
outside its medieval
fleas dirt cold damp
lost in the centuries
fucking woman banging at my door
get thee gone hag i will pay the rent sat'day
anxiety gnawing within
my little rat eating me always
my fire has no heat
my night has no day
only my work
my head light and throbbing
outside myself sometimes
the drugs i take for granted
a pinch for me
i have a tiny monster
indulging her over and over
hidden in the weave
a phantom glyph
as decipherable as a cloud
my work through the night
where does it all join up?
at some sublime point
music mathematics magic myth
rest for a spell
move slowly through a dream
the years are asleep
angel come angel come
soft laughter
her bitter reproach
that strangest pain deep inside she loves
behind glass inside her heaven
eyes of blue ice
maybe i'm blind
my eyes are so sore
my monster needs to feed
my rat begins to gnaw
still the need to work
the need to know
until power is mine
after thousand and one
in the year with no son

- shadow in the whitest light

2010-05-28T20:12:00.003+10:00

oh the future aches in our bones
every cloud is a sign
every bird sings its song to you
magic exists secretively
you used up your spells
i used up my wishes
i call up my father who lives on within me
i feel him smile in deep memory
again its morning
again its night
again its again
rush towards moment
my angel herself appears
of course i cannot see her
i cannot say her name or bear to think of it
i only hear a voice
i hear whisper in dark corner
a hymn she sings as a hiss
a cold and old voice
she says my name
not this name
my other name
my spirit name
my intrinsic atoms that have always being
good deeds evil deeds
YOU ......never learn ! angel hisses
ok then
i remember the devil and his abode
not fire and brimstone but quiet luxury
a handsome devil
his laugh is really quite endearing
you could get to like him easily
he listened to great music
urgent and simple yet unpredictably strange
infernal fugue
a corruption of the angelic tongue
the words are exultant
good isnt it? he says
he sings along :
heaven is what you make it
god can dish it out
but he cant fucking take it......
my hands are numb
i'm very very cold
lowered down down down
someone crying
someone laughing
inside i still alive
let me out get me out i blubber silently
sudden freedom
my skull empties me out
i briefly struggle in the narrowest stricture
the devil sits in his elegant chair
i'm not THE devil he says in english
oh i have never heard english pronounced this way
its simply beautiful
heaven is closed for renovations jokes a demon
your widows dancing on your grave says another smirking
youre dead unlucky chimes in a third
the devil tells them to shush
better call in angel he croons
as soon as said as done
angel naked winged blazing dimly
angel what are you?
i am terrible love
then quickly
no more devil
the night is over
a nauseating elongation of distance
angel is in crystal
i hold the orb in my hands
i see her hidden in the folds and shards within it
am i still dead i foolishly ask after she is gone
i still hear her voice
never dead
never alive

+

2010-05-27T16:09:00.005+10:00

feeling very fucking frustrated
coz i made a little movie for you fools
and it times out when i try to upload it to blogger
even tho its only 22 mb
ive uploaded much bigger ones before
so you wont get to see "index" today
but ok
it is making me that much more satisfied
to have that excellent one stop sk shop
thetimebeing.com
coming soon
real uncrushed videos not fracturing in pixellation
real interaction
i'm gonna open up the vaults (and the volts)
i'm gonna whip up a storm of stuff
its gonna be more direct than ever and forever
thetimebeing.com
quality videos and music
archives
shopping
exclusives
blah blah blah blah blah
baby you gonna love thetimebeing.com
now one thing thats gonna make thetimebeing.com jump
is that your lousy luddite humble hero is finally
moving into serious home recording
slowly mastering the ins and ups
soon
very soon
and if you love my music this should excite you
i will again be making music
that is 100% me
of course
you dont want 100% me 100% of the time
but its been a long time since remindlessness
thats when i last took the reins across the board
yes there were some guests
but it was me who decided everything
the record has its flaws
it is no abbey road
but its me
and no other person came between me n my music
now that the home recording limitations of 1989
have been blown skyway by macs n logic n blah blah blah
my next record will be pure me
i might ask ricky to play on it
itd be an honour if frank kearns did something too
patti hoods harp would be nice i think
but i'm gonna call the shots of what it all is
and i'm gonna record it and engineer it and mix it
so what you get will be pure kilbey
and thats a heady brew
and maybe some people aint ready for it
and never will be
but believe me
with todays technology and possibilities
i will begin a new era of unbelievable grooviness
because i have my modus operandi
and it will not fail
excellent music , i promise, by the end of the year
meanwhile the texans plot away
a website is taking shape out there somewhere
and guess what
the guys helping me with this are on my side
not doing it for the money at all
they are offering me their expertise
but they also have high aesthetic standards
thats why they dig the time being
i am gonna surprise ya
keep tuned
this will be a very good thing
lotsa music
lotsa vids
lotsa art
lotsa sk
fuck yeah
my word
in spades

carapace

2010-05-26T17:58:00.003+10:00

ceiling whacks
sin city
bad times
catching a dirty little train back to yer hovel in the sticks
nibbling grimy biscuit as you watch the miss nsw pageant
toggling backwards n forwards between 2 points on the griddle
fuck! youve burnt yer fingers on the faux flames
jesus! that packet of neuroweb cost 300 fucking bucks
watch out! an avalanche of scrambly bugs
moon still glows out the flue
tremors reaching into the vast interior of your pasts
quickmetal fatiguing faster than you can watch it
yer wife irons yer sox
one for me
one for you
some stupid machine you bought cheap dont work
your lulu has been gazetted
that little bloody bastard nero drake
hes diddled me outta my bonus questions
they were gonna gift ya a gift
you attended a lifestyle seminar in chalky vale
where you learnt auto response and angle management
the rain starts up again
oh god my feet so cold now
my stomach so empty
i'm shaking uncontrollably
someone sitting behind you its linda b
she picks at your head
wow your brains are tiny she exclaims
what does it say on the meter?
what happens if you lose the ticket?
the windows rattle and the drafts penetrate deftly
words rolling off my back like feathers
suddenly everything slows down becomes soft n intense
a woman lying on her stomach on the bed
in the red light her pink skin glows electric white
hit me baby she murmurs sleepily
the pub across the road turns off its grog
the cops bust an honest joe and he goes down quiet
the soda jerks and the bar flies away
i piece together history from u-tube tutorials
hey did you know alexander the great pretender return to sender
hey i learnt that ancient rome had 23 different words for empire
hey i learnt that plate is the capital of china
finally something packs it in
and the world drops out of the sky
i shoulda known it
more personal grief
the boom has bust

huff

2010-05-24T17:45:00.004+10:00

weird daze post touring
i fly up to qld n do rock wiz show
i filmed it all
itll be available on my new upcoming website
travelling long singing my song side by side
stay at nice hotels
usual things aggravate me
i do yoga coldly sometimes in posh rooms
with good views
at night its the olde on with the show
and the people loved the show
and i taking some great solace in being a 'umble cog
in the machine
because it was a good machine
and the cogs all worked well
fly back in time for all kindsa shenanigans
you wouldnt read about it
more good and bad excitement
fuck yeah
fuck no
then saturday drive to canberra for the school reunion
it was outside in a pub garden
an irritating jolly celtic-ish big band scraped my tinnitus
rendering conversations more painful than usual
a horrible bloody bonfire burned foul smelling smoke
nevermind all that
i filmed the whole thing
one day it will be available at my new supersite coming soon-ish
you'll hear some women testify to my innate nastiness as a youth
you werent yourself says janet g a former classmate
others protest my innocence
my "fame" seems to blur some memories
the words fame n famous get bandied about a lot
not surprising
with a few exceptions
i am more popular with the ladies at this do
than the gents
the same old blokes who disapproved of me back then
still didnt dig my groovy stupid trip
the geezers who were neutral remained neutral
my couple of old pals still liked me n treated me the same
i mingled around
i guessed who most people were
i was looking forward to meeting megan m
who i had secretly had a long crush on thru school
i met bronny n jo from my old debating team
they havent changed and we pick up as tho not much has changed
jo still treats me with slightly impatient disdain
while bronny jumps in saying kind things
(as she did back in 1972)
a finnish girl who had been quite a plain jane at school
had blossomed into a willowy tall elegant woman
ones who had been willowy at school now seemed smaller and round
i am introduced to a lady with blond hair n glasses
she hides her name and i know i should know her
but i cant say who it is
c'mon she says guess who i am
but i dont know n i feel embarrassed
its megan....i didnt recognise her at all
some blokes were completely bald
others had hair just as it was in 1972 the last time i saw em
most of us drove to restaurant after the pub
a rude mouthy woman called linda b
sat behind me in my car pulling at my hair
gee your hairs pretty thin! she says
im fucking 55! i protest
we all are ! says a chorus of voices
later at the restaurant linda keeps pulling at my thin hair
its receding isnt it? she asks
but then adds
youve hardly any wrinkles on your forehead
is that botox ?she asks seriously
still youre bloody handsome she finally sighs
other blokes from school are unfortunately overfond of booze
they get a loada red wine into em
and become just like the kinda people we hated at school
actually they all seemed to like to drink
there was a slide show powerpoint thingy
some old poems from the school magazine are projected
a couple of pretentious poems by bronny appear
and bigmouth me declaims them to everyone
in a ridiculous accent like a boorish king from camelot
loving her embarrassment
but instant karma soon follows when a loada my 4th form dribble
is up on the screen
and people
it was the most awful stuff
that made bronnys poetry look like rimbaud
i hid my face deep in my coat and groaned
as i leave the whole do
i run into scrubby s (a former classmate uninvited)
who works the corner of antill n northbourne washing windows
(dickson, act)
i give him 20 bucks n we have a chat
i give him some tips about getting off the gearski
and he gives me some tips about having thicker hair
dont ever wash it!
and remaining young
dont eat anything....
it must be said that poor scrubby does indeed look younger
than many of the guys who did well
remarkably youthful in fact except for his teeth
he dont look much different
its all the food n booze that ages people we agree
and working for the man n doing a job you hate
makes you all bitter n boring n yer hair turns white
and it was a long sad strange drive home to bondi
it rained n i nearly rain outta petrol
thank heavens i didnt
over n out

random blip

2010-05-21T21:45:00.002+10:00

i hurtle thru time
over all my hurdles
burn out my brains
endure triumphs failure
mitigate my virgin version
fuck i dont know
made mad
sanely insane in vein in vain
burn out my brains
oh extraordinary life
a shame you cant live it for me
wildly careering all over the place
hedonistic heavens colliding with hideous hells
one minute one thing
next minute next thing
things move around
my fender jazz bassguitar sometimes plays itself
my pictures incompleted
my mail unopen
my male
the man in my mansuit
he dont let up
i cant count on anything
shoot short films on my lappy
download your app onto my mac
wind down slowly with a blast of bile
ignore me applaud me adore me deplore me
move thru cycles of the moon
my service has been interrupted
my rapture a rupture
a sutra the future
a fait accomplis
seems my homage discontinued
even tho we are all liars and phoneys
private dicks
and one trick ponies
its 144 its gross man
its the most man
glorious host man
but
here i remain
within my suit
everything at my fingertips but nothing handy
flying driving arriving
walk on walk off
make em laugh
keep it simple
hit the notes
note the hits
call it quits
some good bits
off key behind the door of sleep
i weep n weep in my dreams
i wish i was more of me
at least they say as their voices trail off
a beautiful fervour has flavoured my favours
my column crumbled oh well columns cant last forever
tomorrow is here knocking at my drawbridge
i fidget in my suit of rooms
in the many mansions of the lord
where hopefully we will wander
re united in eternal life
beyond this dark place
unprepared to pay the cost

lemuria

2010-05-17T18:12:00.002+10:00

happy endings

2010-05-16T16:38:00.002+10:00

music by s n rp kilbey from gilt trip

detour

2010-05-16T09:01:00.002+10:00

pack up my stuff
stack up my puff
wheezy easy over just try to please me
mad as an 'atter
mercurial poisoning
only eat one fish from these waters per lifetime
everybody actor
everybody child
everybody pretend
myself? i feign mild.......
yoga yoga yoga
improve
slide back
get old
older still
snakes n ladders
but theres snakes on the ladders
but theres a sleep at the wheel
the strap left a weal
the knot cut into my vein
my future momentarily bulged
my past gaped
my present made your art- gro fonda
my singing up n down gods coast
my appearance in the discards
my fruitful over trick
my dummy hands
i sit dawdling wasting even more time
there goes a minute
now ya gotta minute less
i'm up north in the trops
killer gone troppo
dont comment if you dont wanna read this
dont listen if you dont wanna hear
dont be a flood or a desert
dont be fire or ice
just
be something nice
4 a change

$teve o'k

subtropica

2010-05-14T19:14:00.003+10:00

open channel
transmit info
process reality
transfer impressions to memory
i am in cairns qld up north as north
doing a show up here as guest singer
i live in unreality
wandering around the town
have a cold soup and soy berry shake
its warm here
effervescent night
air conditioners still singing in the wind
my room is deluxe n delightful
i can see the quay i guess
i can see mountains n low clouds
the pastures of the blue crane
i smoke some primo jazz number
look aint the air fulla poetry now
i set my mind on random in my lux room
overlooking the tasteful darkened pool its night now
i sit here type type type
up here on the map way up here
my mind dries up
i become suddenly enervated
my legs try to stretch away that awful ache
the floor feels cold
the colours are too bright
time to rest a little
tell you how show was tomorrow
now i have 2 hours before showtime
night night

unfinished kirtan to krsna

2010-05-13T08:15:00.002+10:00

the glazier

2010-05-12T12:00:00.002+10:00

excerpt from the TITANICA

2010-05-11T13:49:00.003+10:00

deep in the poets imagination
the streets of corinth still bustle on warm nights
merchants pack up their stalls
some empty handed
some purses stuffed full
some now too tired to care
the air is full of ancient rocknroll
some cat layin' down a loada soul on his lyre
the last dying chorus of a play
a bunch of senators cross the square talking earnestly
in poseidons great temple a voice murmurs a humble prayer
other voices join in in assent repeating the words
asking for fair seas and abundant fish
asking for the safe return of their ships
the fat from a calf flares in the fires
libation of wine
offering of devotion
in the temple of aphrodite
ajax white fucks a black priestess
he bites her neck as he does his thing
i dunno i mean hes paid her and everything
but he doesnt understand a word shes saying
and she says plenty
in some outlandish tongue summoning the goddess of love
to come and feed on this lust which she commends
into her hands
old venus eternally young
eternally pink and rosy and shapely and comely
with her pale nipples and her dark places
weakest yet most powerful of all
she comes hurrying away from cytherea
she comes gathering her clothes around her
she comes all around them in points of light
she comes in the milky opalescence of the ancient stars
she comes in the sudden hum in the dome
she comes in the wavering candles and dancing shadow
she comes in the movement of the lovers
she comes through the ether tho she be many leagues away
she comes down the ages wearing her one thousand and one names
she comes laughing and smiling
she comes blushing like the youngest maid
she comes uttering lewd words
she comes among men and they think they are in some heaven
ajax white lies there exhausted
fuck! he says
the priestess pours more nepenthe
and they both sip thoughtfully as night deepens around the city
fuck! he says again
as he lies back
and closes his eyes
forever

arrow

2010-05-10T11:14:00.003+10:00

you think you dont remember but you remember
we 2 in a million
oh we died and died and died
your breath spearman fresh
your limbs oiled and coiled
your weakness on display like bait
luring out those cowards whom you lay in the dust
fragrant flames burning in your tent
tiny altar to your mother the nymph
your horses snort
your golden arc
your kissing lips
moon on your fingernails
night soothes your glowing temper
yes drown in drink
go down in your amphorae
some woman screams somewhere in the camp
you spit and you frown
glory doesnt feel so fucking glorious
your planets trine in the skies
but youre never going home
z comes to you in a dream
he is huge
he thunders in your head
he roars in your sleeping ears
he flashes before you
handsome powerful arrogant careless
one word he says
fight
fight
fight!
a startled awakening
where are we ? you ask
the sea still at our backs
the beaked ships heaved up on the beach
the star of arcturus blazes on
seabirds squabble in the darkness
men singing shouting laughing groaning
coldness of desolate dawn as eos roams the reddening vault
more wine for breakfast
you pick scabs of blood from your long blond hair
the trojan sun has rendered you dark
you appear like a god in negative
ignore the chafe of the armour
ignore the smell of deadmen and donkey piss
ignore the blisters
ignore the bruises and cuts
ignore the idiots in charge of this fiasco
ignore your old father waiting at home who'll never see you again
ignore the auspices
ignore the omens
ignore the sybil with her writhing tongue
but
dont ignore me
today may be the day
and even as i wait for you down here
i fade away
i fade away

fleece

2010-05-08T19:16:00.002+10:00

soft silver lanolin
i am returned unto this hour
the voyage over
the futile quest
the world which would not change
whispers a name
proceed with caution
objects appear in mirrors momentarily
athene comes to me in dream
as the morning words are gone
the sails blow slack
while line tautens in the sea
some deep monster has taken up my hook
no the giants are all storied
the virgins in sin all oiled
roll out my barrel of barbaric barbs
the men plot mutiny
i hear them in their graves ever softly prosper
those long haired boys with their fine white muscles
slayers of women
wine stagger straddle loot loop strip ram stealer lamb
the wolves in the pines
the lions down in nubia and namibia
the ships becalmed in distant triangle
i speak atlantis name in solemnity though i be drunk on sea
sea fills my lungs my halls my walls my institutes and brothels
sea in my heart in my market place sea in my laboratories
sea in my my observatories
all i see is sea
we are the ones outside and all divided
i smoke up a hags philtre
i go down to underworld on my knees on my yellow belly
i go down through the chasmic crack into sheer black
no light no nothing for your hero o you should weep
hand me my sword i scream out
my kingly voice now an echo of itself
sounding old and phlegmy in this vacuum of nothing
i stumble round trying to grasp my eel like enemies
vicious vipers gnaw gnaw gnaw
there is nothing there
i rip at my flesh where the itch is burnt
the sun beats down my sandals have fallen asunder
over exposed and underdone
the mutineers reveal themselves
armed with spears and clubs
you scurvy fucking rotten lowlife sons of bitches!
i lunge baby i lunge
my scimitar sings in the air as i leap and whoop
just like the old days baby when i was young again
but no
i am mistaken
there is no enemy
there is no scenery
there is no snow and no greenery
my ship is wrecked
the sharks even recoil in horror
my anchor wrapped around gibraltar
crew carousing in the bars along the styx
a whole in the net the minnow tore
doomed to remember too late
goddamn surgeon stitched me up
here drink this he said handing me wine
i howled as the needle flooded my head
ajax white must have got it wrong
the hyperborean stuff jetstreaming into aetherea
steady as she goes i bellowed through the storm
there was no storm
the ship danced across a glittering sea of tiny scales
our holds groaned with plundered booty
the cream of olympus gushes in thy soup
as captain as hero i remained aloof
the men crazed on mermaid
i studied the stars that rushed through the skies
i conquered my urges by indulging my selves
weary finally
ashore washed up
i lay in tidal pools with all my gold
unspent
nothing seems to keep me awake
night hovers above as if awaiting instruction
the bed room is darkening warm
along the briefest corridor
a door opens into a roof
in the silence a hand touches your face
you never know who it is
you never know who it is

as the autumn leaves

2010-05-07T19:40:00.002+10:00

madness futility
no utility
in the margin
chargin' up my i-god
the chemistry which takes me to heaven
rebounds me to hell o i'm back again
reborn as this dragonfly-man
cast from some operetta
unbound prometheus
time carves me into this shape
the random currents of flux
ready to let go
come and take it
spirit come and take me now
my eyes hurt in the cold electric light
reality has set in it has congealed
the room is warm
i glow dull red
my sins screaming after me
they demand my anxiety
i cough up my brains
i visit the houses of the dead mornings
no you dont wanna be me
no you dont wanna be you
no you cannae do what ya like
but no you never do what you must do
i give up
i surrender
things are going well
money comes in
money goes out
figures move on a screen
i withdraw n i lose interest
i divide the indivisible
in this red lit room surrounded by my junk
my dirty washing
my dirty magic
i am many men
and capable of many more
i fascinate myself as a reptile fascinates a mouse
with repulsion i recoil as see myself go by
my voice oozes from some empty factory
where mindless auto-mons construct random phrases
my youth has fled n run off with my old face
wreck less with a band on
fuck charlie can slap you about
i look like a lobster in my movies
none of you can imagine
ooh my eyes hurt and ache
the world becoming dimmer
the sound blurs into a roar or a silent ring
people return to the moon
the first world war has been averted
the meek shall inherit the earth
the strong shall inherit the meek AND the earth
steve kilbey shall inherit a new body and name
but my will to create will endure forever
iao iao ao ao io io
lo and beholder and beauty in yer fucken eye
the great god pan is dead
the people from the oldest times
from fair atlantis
from teaming lemuria
from fragile lyonesse
from greeces golden flowering summer of love and war
the hindu goddess unleashes kundalini
you know who i mean
all of us in it together
all from a single flash we come
all from a single point
all from the glow of gods heart
look let all the people from the olden times remember
we will all live again
again
it is promised
blessing or curse
oh i want something so bad
something no one can afford
no service
no connection
no availability
read my column
dig my garden
feed my machine
i am the time being
one of the very best
one of the very worsted
rarely medium

wrong road

2010-05-06T07:43:00.002+10:00

written by grant mc
music co produced with rpk and mh

home

2010-05-04T15:15:00.003+10:00

back home
thank you
safe flight
obviously
left pondering
many things
many moments
many songs
saw the sights
took the trip
sunny san diego to rainy virginia
saw the skrapers and the trailers
saw the lovely audience
saw the sun come up when i couldnae sleep
saw the moon go down tho i couldnt stay awake
i shook peoples hands
i cuddled the wives and kids
i talked but my eyes were always elsewhere
the next town
the next life
i couldnt grab on to it
i'm moving too fast now
i cant slow down ever again it seems
life doth truly speed up
all my songs are coming true
my daughters have all grown
my wife is still beautiful
my rented little house sits here in its street
the tour is a memory
already i think of something else
i say goodbye to pete at airport
he hadda fly on to qld
we travel together but we dont say that much
when you known a geeza going on 40 years
you dont have to say much
petes pretty self satisfied
he reads listens to music
occasional wry observation
weather here a deliriously beautiful day
about 20 degrees c
anyway
more revelations as they come to hand
now some yoga
i guess
sk

its over ...its over

2010-05-03T10:37:00.002+10:00

atlanta comes n goes
as i knew it must
the tour is over
peter n i are at lax airport
our flight back to aust leaves in a few hours
atlanta was good
great crowd
the band ever so slightly "under"
tired or weary or just getting old
jeffrey cain gives me new music for isidore at gig
someone steals some money off tiare backstage
jw n moksha from the hu dosties
griffo n anthony collins
keith n dee
kip n jill from austin
holly kiabgoa eek
virginia n christian
whole bunch of good people
this morning i realize everyone in our hotel
was there for the church last night
families with kids
blokes n guys ...more doctors n teachers
guys from alabama n mississippi
they all love the church
they all grew up on the church
very touching
i feel sad to leave the lovely south
but i gotta get home now n recover
not enough sleep too much travel
too much rocknroll
too much alcohol...boy dont it knock ya round
thanks to all who brought me jazz
including jonny hollywood
thanks for gifts n foodstuffs etc etc
i love my fans
i am devoted to my fans
i will keep on keeping on
as long as you wanna hear it
sad to leave the u.s. in spring
sad to leave all your lovely vibes n good wishes
fuck it went by quick
fuck it went by slow
thanks tim powles for driving us round safely
ok
im gonna go n wander about the airport
see you on the otherside
i hope
steve-0

tour 2

2010-05-02T00:37:00.002+10:00

2nd last night in charlotte
small theatre underpopulated
but ones who there about 200
they lovely-ish
very kind very nice very fair
someone with a strange cartoon voice briefly interrupts my dream
i fall asleep midsong
my fingers my throat carries on
my songs linger in the stormy air
why didja write em sighs the southern breeze
the elms and the pines
lovely broad avenues
the untamed southern spring is busting out all over
truly some promised land but promised by who
whoever it was i can understand why
why the trees are so thick upon the hills
and the clouds race across the unfamiliar sky
and some things seem left unfinished
and nature prevails more boldly
it quickly eats up anything that lays untouched
the theatre has a complicated backstage layout underground
i keep getting lost in one room full of mirrors
after another
its time to go
i gotta pack before atlanta
our last stop
hopefully the best night
go out in a blaze of good old fashioned southern glory
coz this will soon be the end
pk n i flying out sunday from atlanta
ok
now i bid thee all fondue
steve-0

tour

2010-04-30T23:41:00.003+10:00

tour nearly over
tour nearly done
boy we hadda good time
boy we had some fun
we gone from the west to the east
playing a song offa each
even back with 2 beast
now in the south
heading towards atlanta
2 more shows
2 more blows
2 more throws
2 nite its charlotte
gonna rock a little
gonna roll some more
them folks go crazy when los church hits the floor
(wanna some more , senor?)
yeah we ease on down the frickin' road
past the fields past the "yield"s
past the levees past the stevies
past the factories
past the shops and the malls
past niagra fuckin falls
past flashing signs n bouncing balls
i weary i teary i strap on my guitar n my career-y
i sing i blada bling
i do my little dance routine
cant remember where i been
i grizzled sozzled pickled tickled bickering snickering
i shout move groove pluck sometimes i really suck
i getting old i getting cold
i getting hard to keep hold
i do a mah yoga
jus' like i fuckin' told ya
call me slim
call me Him
call me bright n bloody dim
call me weird with my kingly little beard
yeah babe you aint met me before
yeah man well my axe is at the door
yeah steve i bet yer throat is sore
yeah steve n i cant believe yer sleeve contains even more
the sun is shining down in the south
i let the beams bounce round my mouth
i let the dreams mine the deepest seam
it seems my dreams are on beam
it seems we live
it seems we die
it seems all i think is i i i
greedy little bastard i am
i want my jelly n my jam
i wanna save the little lamb, ma'am
i wanna eat pure
i wanna take the cure
hell i aint got time to be demur
killer go killer go killer go
you pushing fifty six
you pushing against the establishment bricks
(the pick of all the uptight pricks)
you drive on thru the american nite
starbucks
caffeine
water
5 daughter
freckles
thin fine hair
red underwear
sculpted calves bisected in halves
troubadour media-whore banging down some fuckin' door
not going gently...i still aint ever ridden in a fuckin bentley
yeah i a contra diction
yeah i fact AND fiction
nearly sixty i got more poke than most folk
i can tell a good joke
i am an approachable bloke
i got my allies
i got my axis
i got my fiction i got my faxes
i got sunshine i got rain
heard you comin' back again
2 more shows
2 more close
2 more reap what ya sows
i sing the body corporate
i sing the words that you forgot
i sing your life
i sing your childhood
i sing your death
i sing with belated breath
i sing on the moor
i sing out there on the flaw
i sing for the poor
i sing because i cant do any fucking more
i love you all
all my lovely little fans scampering about
this great wide world make me wanna shout
ok
see ya in carolina
nothing could be finer
except when the sun n moon do a sixty niner
or having all the tea in china
see ya
killer

steve rocka

2010-04-29T12:50:00.002+10:00

transference

2010-04-28T07:24:00.002+10:00

meetngreet

2010-04-26T11:08:00.002+10:00

neglected my blogge

2010-04-24T23:56:00.004+10:00

been hard to post lately
what with bad internet
long journeys
general malaise and tiredness
am at the moment in a hotel by a brown dirty river
somewhere in new jersey
i believe i jut saw tony soup-rano
and pauly down there with shovels
its a bit depressing
the sun shines but its still kinda cold
the traffic endlessly roars n pours up n down the bridges
all our shows have been well received no doubt about it
the strange venues affect things
the one in mass not right for us...not on that night
nyc was sold out i
we played well the crowd liked it
last night in long island was great if a little underpopulated
the theatre was perfect for us in many ways
but all the attention is on ya
as opposed to nyc where people are drinking n talking n eating
all these different style gigs inculcate a different kinda show
how could it be otherwise...?
i get affected by venues
i played in some incredible venues
(yeah foxboro was great venue)
and i played in some empty icy mausoleums
and some overpacked sweaty holes-in-the-wall
and some posh brasserie and some dirty garage
seen em all i guess
tonite is a really nice place sellersville in pennsylvania
just the right size for us
i believe ticket sales have been healthy there
the drive is about 3 hours i suppose
will fill you in
love
sk

lights all went out in massachusetts

2010-04-22T06:56:00.003+10:00

here in boston
at some weird place we playing at
gonna post a partial interview with gavin mckillop
filmed in l.a. (maan!)
yesterday disappeared into the fog of some distance
today seems empty and strangely sad
someone mentions mandrake
random instances freak us out
for instance the freezing cold dressing room
people turning up in the wrong places
pianos drift from the empty apartments
the drums bang bomp boom
the crush in traffic
feeling tired without my medicine
weird weather ominous
i forget the questions i sposed to ask

momentum

2010-04-21T13:58:00.002+10:00

unreality sets in
i push on
i sing i play
detroit
madison
no
lyonesse
no
atlanta
hartford
ilium
constantinople
i look in the mirror
oh ageing down the ages
we pull in somewhere for gas
i check my monitor
i lose my key
i lose my patience
i eat some cashews
a large soy latte please
more guitar in the left speaker please
can i sit in the front
can we stop soon my legs are aching
hotels blur by in green and brown
goodbye everybody
i gotta go
gotta leave you all behind n face the truth
i drink some booze
i drink some water
pack my case
unfold my guitar
stretch out on my mat
i zoom along thrum thrum hum thrum
i get in i get out i get in again
smoke some more
play some more drive some more
forget some more
unreality has set in
new york
tokyo
london
munich
everybody talking bout
pop music

blog has vanished

2010-04-20T07:26:00.003+10:00

i just wrote a whole blog for an hour
it disappeared into the ether coz i was on the wrong network
now its gone
no time to write a new one
boo hoo

hotel fatigue

2010-04-18T04:54:00.002+10:00

hallucinating in suite 16
airport inn
the weather is sleeting
sleet such a lovely word
some spring you got here cleveland
some big fat spring
in my opaque window room
with my un-ironed clothes and my un-ironic close
wind howls n prowls outside
in here i get used to my little lonelinesses
pleasant loneliness as i drift off in my reveries
i fiddle round with things ordinary things
like i-this n i-that
have i-succumbed ?
i-dunno (now available in dull grey)
and
i-already
(place expression of interest !)
meanwhile we limber up for saturday nite in cleveland
home of rock
epitome of rock
in a way cleveland is everytown
in a way the church is everyband
in a way tonite is everynight
see?
they say i lost my marbles
but i see the white glow which pierces my hearts nadir
i feel the omnidirectional wake of the spirit
i apprehend the fleeting fractionated implosion of energy
is that death or life then
mornings ease themselves slowly to day
slowly today my mirror beacon
my views of the streets and rhodes
my turning suspending flow of articulated trucks deliver words
i huddle next to the heater
the houses in o'high-oh
some seem so inviting
some seem so foreboding
as we zoom down snow road
i live my whole life inside each house
as me who is not me
a girl going to high school in the forties
her dad who works hard
no tv no drugs no internet no nothing
booze i guess and ciggies yeah
well the winters were cold but the summers were lovely
ohio says kilbey we understand each other
ohio says we have our moods but we have our moments
indiana says ah shuttup
texas says whats going on here!?
california says dude chill!
oregon says i'm not saying anything in this stupid blog...!
washington says put tacoma into one of your songs
west virginia says well.........
new south wales says at least better than old south wales
victoria says we got the italian places in carlton on lygon street
nineveh says im here waiting for you steven
rome says we have laid waste the beer rider
greece says greece is the word its got style its got meaning
ur says errr..?
atlantis says ^^^^^^^^^^^^
noahs ark says""""""""""""""""""
mammon says $$$$$$$$$$$$$
the sleet says *******************
the orgy says %%%%%%%%%%%%%%
the train tracks says ===========
leaning tower of pizza says / /

ok
now go home while i do some yoga!

ME

pretty beat poet

2010-04-17T11:24:00.002+10:00

who am i....?
i as born in 1954 in welwyn garden city herts england
at an early age i learned to breathe
at a later stage i got my 1st bass
suite 16
never been kissed
did a deal with some devil
my dad said watchit slim !
i immediate bass addict
i want to make your inside vibrate to the pulse
i want to sync up my lips to the unsinking star
i go n make a fucking record
bingo! yes!
gotcha
eventually confused
whisked here n there
berlin brazil babylon nineveh
ohio
hi
oh hi
i in ohio
tonight
of all places in some airport hotel
my room is not too shabby
my window is opaque
i can see nothing but grey thru it
my foggy dazed eyes
my ringing ears
my sore throat
my confused mind
a nervous poet type
a dopey aesthete
an austere venerated old boy
oh i type the light fantastic
oh i sing i dance i fall asleep
sorry i am absent today
decided little steven was feeling kinda bilious and
thought he better stay home deep in my id
where he sits in the mirror in lyneham
fiddling with his ludicrous hairdo and plucking his violent bass
no
his violin bass
boom boom boom he wants to play so well
he can feel it but it cant happen
that boy wants to play then
like i play now but time needs its space
let me be a rocknroll star he prays to his graven craven image of
marco boleyn
who presides over this teenage room of rock adulation
behold the wardrobe is plastered with pics of
alvin lee
neil young
and other black n white pages torn from go-set magazine
the boy hasnt heard some of em but he likes the look
the beatles arrived 6 years ago
the b n w world exploaded into colour glo
now i got me my long hair
now i got me my bass
now i got me my amp
many many years later
ohio
the ohio express
the 1st time i heard the word ohio
a bubblegum band
yummy yummy yummy i got love in my tummy
chewy chewy chewy chewy
warped kinda catchy songs
ohio express
wow that sounded exotic to me then
me n tim n pete go eat dinner in a diner
its almost empty
i have a boca burger
the lights make the waitress look like a cadaver in her skinniness
the food is dead n over cooked
the world is a blur of cars rushing by in a drizzle
last night was last life
we played on a stage and we did well
the people clapped n cheered and i smiled
i sang a song or 2 which meant something to em
i shot my words at them and some got hit
they remembered things
old times
past n dead loves
old houses and gone homes
the smell of something familiar but absent
what am i doing?
is it good or bad or neutral?
this is what i have been practicing all my life
to pluck that string
to sing that word
to write your song
the soundtrack to your 9 lives, cats
my voice oh you can trust it
cos it doth not sing of money thing
my song belong in the throng of throngs
universal and subconscious
my songs are just love in a sonic form
love congealed into sound
us 4 who love to make this music
we try to jazz it up
we try to imply not step on your "i"
you should infer thats what we prefer
love this music that now belongs to you
oh i came a long way to ohio today
travel by thought
travel by stone n gravel
travel by wheel whats the deal
travel by gps guided by mech voices
ohio
a knight off
a knight at the altar of altered states of america
east coast time being
mean time
my room is quiet and sealed
i hear a distant wind whining in some place
but the sound is comforting n far off here in my room
my bed is big enuff for 4 me's
i could sleep sideways
i could sleep hovering above it
i could sleep with the stars god knows they are so low
the crescent moon is icy
the whole night says stay in lock yer door
the room is green n brown as usual
tasteful paintings abound
heavy drapes
i am safe at last
can hear n see nothing
like a luxury jail
fire alarm winks green
ok
now im gonna do something else
but.... what.........?

8ish sharp

2010-04-16T10:16:00.004+10:00

sitting backstage in chicago
waiting to go on at 8ish sharp
park west baby
oh yeah nice venue
we drive up from madison
madison turned out nice
nice gig
ok
drive up
stop at starbux
soy latte soy oats soy smoothie
balmy weather
warm weather
sunshine
we drift along
discussing this n that
fly along the road
hit traffic in chicago go slow
here we are
feeling a bit numb
feeling a bit dumb
feeling like some thing
i sing i play i try to remember the words
i old and tired too
so old and tired too
remember no spring chicken
no dolt in his prime
an old geezer pushing himself on the endless road
in a room with no windows
air conditioning pumps too remorseless
in the darkness where i freeze n dream
shuddering under crispy sheets
and plumpy pillows
i wriggle as i dream of my other lives
suntanned against white sheets
freckled and faded
deep in some night alone
at the presents clocklface
at the very very edge of time
confused reluctant
regrets i hadda few
oh columbus
oh vienna
this means nuffink to me
down by the river
i shot by maybe
i hurtle hopelessly onwards towards my death
everyday i die a little more
everyday i cry a little more
pick up my guitar
n play
just like yessaday
i get on my knees and prey
people assail me with their ideas
shake your hand
hand your shake
i dunno
im a stupid fucking singer
i make up words
i make up musics
i drive around from town to town
on the edge of everytown
i everyman
i more than most in the least
i travel in your mind
alone in your head n you cant get in
ok i gotta stop
i gotta entertain em
i gotta sing
i gotta go

blurred visionary

2010-04-15T09:04:00.004+10:00

madison wisconsin
comes into focus
the miles tick by like minutes
miles by minutes by moments by memories
inanimate objects communicate with me a la proust
tim drives down the sunshining highway
ah freedom
the journey unravels
we stop for a starbucks
we have a discussion n sure enough a woman says
you all aint from around here are ya?
nope i say
have a guess where hes from pointing at tim
my goodness i couldnt possibly guess she says
last night now officially a light year behind
the last half turned out good
the crowd n band locked in on encores

i walk around madison trying to keep fit
a real nice clean civilized place it seems
i go down to their great lake
gee it reminds me of sweden i gotta say
i could be in sweden on a summers day
lotsa scandic names too
nice little theatre too
i feel strange tho
i am not escaping the years fast enough
i need to move away faster than the age allows
sit upstairs in nice dressing room
its a lot better than portland gig backstage = closet
im pretty sleepy
underwhelmed
wondering why not enjoying myself more
put much into these performances
i try to do my best
it takes concentration
then afterwards i wake up early
we do soundcheck
cop a nice dose of feedback
same old but different
ok thats enough
isnt it

inter mission

2010-04-14T12:05:00.002+10:00

its intermission in mini-apple-is
have done a smooth first half
its chile on stage some fan blowing cold n hard
my skin is dry n itchy and i feel like a prisoner within it
every now n then i sing like a lark
but sometimes more like a turkey
yeah
playing bass ok
my bass sounds nice tho
so warm n natural all right
not that many people here
i mean not too bad but not too many
thats disappointing but hard luck eh
theres a lotta stuff out there
lucky we have anybody on some levels
anyway gonna relax for 3 minutes
then play some more
love on ya
kilbey

autobiopsy

2010-04-13T07:10:00.004+10:00

kilbey
eternal strangest stranger in strangely familiar strange land
forget whatever you thought you knew about texas
texas is green baby
these aint no badlands
texas is lush and green and full of life
not the crazy desperate frantic life of australian nature
but the sedate peace of say a sweden or germany in summer
leafy as all fuck
you want birdies chirping n squirrels running up n down trees
(did i ever tell you all my kids think i resemble a squirrel??)
(devil-squirrel!)
if you want soft balmy zephyrs
if you want gentle clouds drifting on a sky thats not so blue as australias
an older sky
a sky that seems further away and less revved up
in contrast to austin texas
sydney seems like a place where someone jumped on the colour graph
and intensified brightness contrast and saturation
because sydneys nature is wilder and more colourful
its more primitive too
busting out all over the place
at austin and dallas airports
long beautiful yellow weeds nod in the breezes next to the landing strips
jackrabbits are loping about
seems to be a loada rivers n lakes everywhere
it rains a bit
i remember being in hotel rooms in houston
unbelievable lightning and thunder raining down on the smitten earth
i sit alone as usual in room in 1988
why im sitting at a keyboard writing songs for hex
i got this ensoniq brand sequencer
i bought these little coloured cartridges with sounds on em
i go straight home after gig n i work on music all night long
i got a studio booked in new york at xmas 88
gonna record n finish an album with dt
(who also somehow managed to get loads of pics of herself in my bob lurie biopic)
but wow
yes it really rains here
i wrote that song mercury towers here
the music anyway
i was obsessed with writing these things on that sequencer
building up little interlocking phrases
a record totally ahead of its time
see the movie tarnation in which diviner is used
no one could dig this groovy trip at the time
but it is good
ah yes
and texas surprises me
a seductive place
youd say i couldnt imagine sk living in texas
but i could
what...leafy quiet bohemian enclaves
with all the latest doodahs if youd want em
ok some people are saying
what are you doing there exactly old killer bean
well i met via the net a chap
who is guiding me in net related matters i know little of
a crash course in logic
am recording a brand new song for ye
talk about thetimebeing.com
which aims to bring you more kilbey with less fuss
a total one stop shot for your quadruple kilbey fix
more behind the scenes than ever EVERYWHERE!
more old stuff rare stuff stuff from the vaults
more poetry more blog more photos more rants more raves
more of whatever you want
whenever you want it
whatever it is
(even more hyperbole!)
so we figuring it out
maximising my puny clout
kicking a gaol
etc etc
i drove his porsche today a little bit
it didnt seem to have that much more poke than tibor really...
until i floored it n it reared up like a black stallion who was being
stabbed with some silver spurs
after that i had more respect cos that frightened me a little
i had vegan chorizo n vegan black beans tostadas
i had a pommy granite n raspberry doodah with vitamin x
etc
now will do some more music
2morro join other donkeys in minneapolis to resume the tour
oh yes that had you forgotten...?
ok
this has been a great relaxing informative healthyish respite
thank you kmcc!
you others see ya tomorrow in min
bye

more of the road

2010-04-11T14:05:00.002+10:00

look
i know i'm spoiling ya
but
what the hell
austin is really nice
speek to ya tomorrow

hiatus

2010-04-11T03:18:00.002+10:00

steve kilbey sits at seattle airport
flying down to texas to meet my internet guru
spend three days in austin
too late for south by southwest
too early for summer
last night in seattle was a great gig
after we had a noisy troublemaker slung out
well he was warned
i couldnt tell if he was a disturbed individual
or on some weird psyche drug
or a nasty fellow just foolin' w/ me
anyway seattle is really a great church town n they did us proud
great gig great turnout
great audients
so portland was good too
i dunno
i cant review myself no more
someone jump on here n review me please
flying to mini-apple-is after texas sojourn
tuesday
start the grind over again
how you liking us so far?
we're oldies but goldies
god i starting to look old now
just in the last couple a weeks
new lines
new sags
new bags
gravity working working working
pulling my face apart
i wanna live forever but i dont wanna age
gotta deal with it man
these things age you
alcohol
cigarettes
cheese
meat
no exercise
too much worrying
to much arguing
not enough ocean
not enough orgy-asms
not enough discipline
not enough physical n mental flexibility
not enough love
not enough rocknroll
hail hail rocknroll
aint it amazing i sitting at airport writing you guys
such dedication
such a nice time being
sharing with you hobbitses
nice time being wont bite
nice time being wont scratch
ok
they calling my little plane
i gotta fly away away away
see ya in tex-ass then fiendss
will keep yas posted my little dears
lotsa lovey
steve-0

rode movie *

2010-04-09T11:11:00.003+10:00

san fran yeah that was a good show
we play like a real band with real instr. n everything
i sing like a llama
ply my base
see ya little baby shes a real reptile
we wont listen to the lizard part of our brains
steve kilbey live from the front
hours n hours driving arriving all most surviving
l. a. seems like a ripple in my memory now
we move on rapid-oh baby
check in
check out
wheres the internet
wheres the bed
wheres the shower
wheres the yoga
wheres the rainy window that never opens
unexpected winter still lingers in oregone
as we drive up to gig it starts to hail ha ha
snowy mountains come out of the sky and they stand there
tonight portland
its cold here
i miss my bondi beach
i miss my balcony
its lovely here too
gothicky pittsburghy feel but in the n west
i like it here
the bridges n rivers n the freaks
we play a nice little place i guess
they change when the peoples come in
i get a soup from a vegan place
do an interview but guess what
their camera didnt work so....
my feet are cold
my shirt n my face is wrinkled
my skin hurts in the cold
i am stiff and tired
nowhere to relax here neither
a tiny cramped little room backstage
dont envy me its not always any fun
boo hoo boo fucking hoo
ha ha ha ha

* music "the kicker" by the church x 2

mix blessings

2010-04-07T11:19:00.002+10:00

yeah l.a. yeah
play sing talk
music music music
pluck my string
sing my word
oh my word
travel thru time to the beginning in the end
cosy little show
dynamics
stops starts
makes mistakes
redeems triumphant
cant get to sleep
my only glasses broken now
cant keep track of stuff
blind as a bat or a ball
bawling into a mic
bowling along the highways
up the meridians of free enterprise civilisation
as lived out it the westest west
good bits sure
bad bits thats right
bums on seats
bums on streets
showbiz take a shaky bow in the shadows of ruin
the titanic smoking ice cuba bound
last broken flash of love still in the camera
dream importers underling thats what i am
i'm a man cant you see what i am
a man in this big old mansuit
i assemble sounds in certain patterns
we humans called it music
it has a sequence and a code and a dependence on zeitgeist
i sing my words
getting kinda nervous the way ellipses curve us
its a mystery to me we dont fall
i fall asleep in a van driving towards san fran, cisco
and i dream of incredible things during my dozy daze
i strap on the bass guitar of apollo
and i come down olympus fuming in anger
the songs sweep up the empty aisles and vacant chairs
my time fall away so quickly
i can put no brakes on it
it just streams away n away
love
stev-en

san diego morning news easter sunday

2010-04-06T10:38:00.002+10:00

in the garden (featuring patti hood on harp)

2010-04-05T04:20:00.002+10:00

recorded in escondido yesterday

bw2b book o reviews

2010-04-03T13:02:00.002+11:00

sitting backstage at san juan gig
was touched today to read a book of reviews
that marty put together
people who reviewed bw2b for possible inclusion in our programme
oh yes
for our american gigs we have a programme
and we needed reviews for bw2b n we got loads
some of them beautifully written
some of the lovingly wrought
i was quite teary reading em
some amazing ones never got used
thanks to all concerned
very moving
sk

stardust *******************

2010-04-02T16:50:00.002+11:00

interview with dan "the man" charleston

2010-04-01T14:45:00.002+11:00

the man with the plan

never fear kilbeys here

2010-03-31T19:59:00.002+11:00

when you get steve "killer" kilbey behind a camera
nothing can go wrong
go wrong
go wrong
go %$#&y^

san diego

2010-03-31T09:04:00.002+11:00

have survived another bumpy flight
arrived last night
practicing at dans house in san diego
(who the fuck was san diego??)
getting ready for 30th anniversary tour blah blah ha ha

flying out

2010-03-29T15:25:00.002+11:00

leaving australia in a few more hours
stayed tuned for impressionistic tour reports
photos videos poetry and interviews
and much much more
get it all here at the time being
i'll talk to ya next from san diego
bye
sk

poetry overdose (in spades)

2010-03-28T18:02:00.002+11:00

warm sunday arvo natch
party nexta door in le jardin
noisy bastards drunken laughing shrill voices
cheering whooping shouting each other down
the noise rises n falls like waves upon a sure
i swan around my house alone
i do yoga and all that stuff
there is sand everywhere
my paintings unfinished
papers etc etc everywhere
its so warm
late holiday weather
miraculous sunday afternoon in the seaside suburbs
wander away in the soft haze
still a bit of summer interpenetrating autumn
still a bit more bonhomie to be wrenched from the year
tomorrow i gotta get up n get serious
pack whatever the hell i need
not too much or they charge ya
get mineself to the yonder aeropuerte n fly away
its a horrible feeling on the cusp of leaving
neither here nor there eh?
i think of other times and all things there
i think of events long past n those yet to transpire
there are bats in the trees
there are eels in the streams
there are tiny birdies tumbling out the nest
the path goes on n on
we loop the river
standing on a tiny chinese bridge
the carp jostle for the wry bread
i lay out on my back as the noises fade
i pass go n collect my children from the park
i shave blurrily in that ugly mirror
time is dolled out
meantime inbetweentime
i eat old roles with peanut butter
i eat cheap muesli with rice milk
age does not weary me too much (yet...it surely will)
in many ways i am frugal and ascetic
in other ways a slavish waster
toxic in intoxicate
good n bad battle it out
one step sideways another step
the things we take in weigh us down
way us down
you gonna wear it forever
swallow, your pride.....
night starts to sag into the fading afternoon
the wind picks up a bit
the leaves are dancing along the branch
the strange time o' day
light is ambiguous
i daydream in the playful breezes
many people i have known are dead
sometimes i speak with them
especially on afternoons like this
a hiatus in affairs
men have surely all lost their way
the olden times forgotten n scorned
the zeitgeist made me do it
a tv antenna wobbles in the wind
the party lurches on jeering and yelling out
i hear oh my god! a thousand times
in the garden the blond animals socialize
the birds call on oblivious to any fuss
the yobs at the party roar and guffaw
their bints chuckle and cackle
such joyless mirth upon this earth
cars zoom away all around us
the sky goes orange out the back
the battery runs inexorably out
the pattern repeats
the reality is maintained
someday i break thru but not today
i deal myself a good hand
ace of clubs
ace of spades
eight of clubs
eight of spades
and is that the queen of diamonds
symbolism
what does it really mean
if you dream of a snake?

saturday night in sydney

2010-03-27T20:45:00.002+11:00

tonight is the most perfect night
the temperature is finally exquisitely skintone
the air is so full of promises and temptations
the water oh its blacker than black
a silvery mist slides over the mysterious moon
music pulsates off in some distances
oh the hedonist with his phials of powder
his pills and his shots
all that white flesh at loves command
as midnight turns its deepest blue
find me in me red lit room
twinkling in the stubborn darkness
flying like a fucking feather
i am driven insane by it all
the trees outside so in love with the sky oh my
i cant believe the leaves as they flash in the moon
i whip my hands towards the floorboards
i dance around the threshold quite oblivious to payne
i cook up a spell or 2 oh yes of my own
i lay down
turn into a snake who slithers through the cracks
i sink my fangs into the futures ankle
hanging on like grimms death
oh sydney come alive tonight
money everywhere
its so close as this
money money money
feel it changing hands
feel it greasing palms
trees on again
luxury motors
wow my own jag-u-ar
i fucking speed through the crimson lights
i accelerate down the neptune parades
i crash through the gears as i spin round ante clockwise
otherwise
otherwise we might
the perfect night
give it up
give it out
give it something good or what
i arrive at a party dressed in a crazy fucking suit
i got sunglasses in the autumn misty night
i cant see nothing in front of me but our silvery moony mist
ooh the pool must be heated
i see a dark shadow slide under the water
a star suddenly falls across midnight
something says beware in my head
beware it said
we truck inside i have a big drink
i pull out my eye-phone it rings incessantly
i listen to my messages laughing out loud
some woman sidles up to me and tops up my big drink
i snack on the bluest corn chips the reddest salsa
the greenest guacamole the whitest aioli the yellowest fries
the blackest coffee
the strangest loudest music
hey man says a man
he offers me something
hell yeah whatever ever that is
hey what was that ? i ask ten minutes later
i been standing staring at the moon in rapture
somebody laughs
i feel my credit card in my pocket
lovingly i finger its little numerical ridges
oh who would believe the bullshit you write...?
sneers some grotty snotty bitch i fear more than hell
i make the smallest gesture
and her sorry ass gets thrown outta there
back to the cloying pond of socialites
doesnt any one around here understand
i have only so much patience
i roll a dice for half a million
too bad my #s are elusive
the people in the sauna are stabbing my back
but thanks to clairaudience i hear every last word
yeah the white powder of gold
in the innermost sanctum of the waterfront mansion
where i abandon all caution and
sit face to face with our gracious host
he plies me with the finest substances and stories
he is handsomely ugly but very very charming
i am dazzled by his evil eyes which focus on me unwaveringly
the hostess of this soiree sits by his side
beautifully cruel and wicked she is quietly observing
the music throbs his impeccable playlist
oh! i gush
i knew youd like that he says
sydney yeah
isnt it warm i say to the woman
yeah its very....warm.... she says at last
the clocks tick
the midnight stalls
locked into a conjunction
neither night nor early morning
the day cannot begin
the evening cannot end
all the drugs come on at once
this is the fucking magic someone near my ear says
of course i look theres no one there
thats him ! points some angry man at me
a dozen fingers point at me
thats him there yeah
thats him i tell you says the original angry man
the original one n only tempestuous outraged furious angry man
hes dressed in pinstripes and velvet red or something
thats him he says over and over
the host shrugs sadly
no i say faintly
no i say to the silvery mist sliding on the moon
thats him says the angry man
there is no doubt he says
this could be bad says the host
turn off that camera please says the hostess
shes pointing at you
give me that film
she extends her hand
now please
reluctantly you obey
and then quickly
head off into that perfect sydney night
saturday night in sydney
good night

a time to refrain from embracing

2010-03-26T11:39:00.002+11:00

stuck with myself
stuck on myself
stuck by myself
stuck in myself
this body is a cage
odd moments elongate
canberra damp n dripping
crossing the road to buy a yoghurt slice
i just got stoned in my mazda in the carpark
i gotta go back to work but first i got the munchies
hey hey i'm a young man but it dont feel that much different
its late autumn early afternoon
the pot has suspended time like a cloud in the sky
one long white low cloud blowing up the street
i walk over to the shop
i have to cross a big highway
i'm in the suburb of barton
every building here almost is the public service
inside the shop i thumb thru their rude magazines whilst waiting
good lord its 197? and you can see this sort of thing..!?
the lady at the counter frowns at me as i order my yoghurt slice
i love the currants n sultanas in them
i look at my reflection in the glass
i got platform shoes bellbottom pants and a body shirt
i'm skinny and lanky looking
i have ridiculously long hair which i fiddle with like a foppy fool
i go back up the office
none of em know or react to my exploits
i do some menial job
i pay lip service to a system thats waiting for me to leave
to tell you the truth i was a lousy programmer
i never got one tiny subroutine to run
i was a useless public servant
i was a churlish twit disturbing these poor peoples calm
they just wanted a quiet life
but now they were sitting in an office
with a babbling fool spouting on about whatever nonsense
hey kilbey shuttup!
so what i was a square peg in a round whole
why did i have to make their lives a misery?
so i'd smoke pot eat yoghurt slices and run round the lake
uh huh lake burley griffin
jog jog run run
remember the japanese guy who ran past each day
eventually communicating with me in a split second
how his run was going
how his day was going
his opinion of the whole damn shebang
one day a grunt
one day a grimace
sometimes rarely a broad triumphant smile
sometimes downcast despair
a troubled glance
a sly wink
a cough
a nod or shake
sometimes closed eyes
as i ran past him
eventually one of my knees packed it in
i visited a really nice doctor who said stop running
he was such a kind handsome knowledgeable doctor
the next week he was run over n killed on his bike by a drunk driver
huh?
why?
anyway imagine me pre church fame
running round this fucking lake at lunch time in autumn
pumped up on endorphin
another quick smoke
upstairs feet up reading the illuminati trilogy
n munching on my yoghurt slice
and yelling out stray bits of the stuff i'm reading
to the ultra straights trying to work
hey it says here that schrodingers cat blah blah blah...
shuttup kilbey please!
the time passes by slow
i try to work to escape the time
but i cant work at something that has no interest to me
like updating a fucking mailing list....yeah sure....ha ha
dear sir can i please be put on the mailing list for these magazines..?
the dairy outlook
the beefy times
the pork and barrel herald
etc etc
signed farmer jones
my job to put said geezer on list
i had a computer programme after all
i had a box of cards with instructions in fortran
i had a little booth
the tea lady came up to our floor n i had tea n biscuits
i had my own phone n extension#
what a little goose i was though
thoroughly confused and lost
sitting in this old tower in barton on a chilly a.c.t. day in autumn
so long ago
lifetimes n lifetimes ago
fucking about doing nothing
turning up at 9
released at 4 51
sitting watching that second hand go round
willing it urging it on
wishing my life away
i jumped ship n moved to sydney
into some unknown life betting on myself n i got lucky i guess
one year ago no one would even listen to my music but my brothers
now i got interviews n flights to catch and people to see
the only constant is the dope
the drone thruout my adult life (a dolt life)
now i dont even have to try n hide it
canberra seems a long way hence and thence
they threw a book of my poetry out once
i was away n they moved my desk
n threw away my book of poetry i was writing
now people were interested in what i wrote
we went back n played in canberra
yeah they suddenly loved me after all that time
hey no hard feelings
i was a ninny and i deserved all i got
strange strange days fiends
strange strange days

showbiz trooper

2010-03-25T12:49:00.002+11:00

flew down to melbourne town
last week to do the # 1 show in australia
which is kinda like a quiz show i guess
although there are no prizes and no one cares about the score
i get a chance to be funny and witty and show off my knowledge a bit
didnt get that many questions right but no one seemed to mind
they all said "boy you did well"
i have a comedian on one side called dave
who it seems had a bit of a crush on the church as he was growing up
hes regaling me with church stories a singing bits of lyrics at me
not what i was expecting
the host of the show n the 2 mainstays very cordial
all the crew very cordial
everyone treated me very nicely
will be interested to see how show comes out eventually
after editing etc
(they say bout 3 weeks it'll be on)
then on saturday n sunday
participated in the rival music quiz show
at enmore theatre in sydney
live for 3 shows but not filmed
another wonderful bunch of people on all levels
kind and accommodating thats for sure
among guests were clare bowditch who i sang under pressure with
as a closing duet to 1st show
there was john paul young who was quite a raconteur backstage
i was pumping him for info on the era just before mine began
there was adalita from magic dirt who was very cool too
and the boys in rockwiz orkestra plus ash naylor
what a fruckin' supergroup
we did milky whey and at rock wizs request we did disarm
at the end we all did cum on n feel the noize
if you can believe it
yeah i belted it out like a real olde pro ha ha
i'm trying to weld arcane fop to showbiz trouper here folks
are the seams showing?
its an art to be a good all round entertainer
and in the spirit of diversity
i am attempting to be a regular on any old tv show who wants me
after all i'm handsome urbane quick n i could look good in a suit
i'm opinionated and i'm rarely stuck for words
i come up good on camera now
(as long as you dont get too close to my wrinkles)
and i can be chatty and silly or serious or whatever ya want
flexible malleable and i come cheap ....perfect for yer tv show mister
and yet and yet
i'm still a bit of an unknown quantity
no one really knows what i might say
i had a chequered career so im perceived as having paid me dues (man)
if i can just behave myself a bit
i might indeed have a parallel career in musical comedy or theatre
or celeb squares
whatever
gimme a chance
you'll be surprized
spent yessaday singing milky whey again for a game called rockband
almost as bad as a rooted canal but no anaesthetic!
on monday nite i leave for the states n san diego
where we'll rehearse n do our first gig
i see a possibility of more tv in the states too
watch out
im a multi media explosion
with maximized internet clout
my boxset of solo albums is coming
gb3 is coming
david neil is coming
deadmans hand is coming
and of course various odd collaborations
poetry film and musical all coming down the line atcha
today a quiet day of respite with my little woofle in bondi
autumn is in the air
but its still warmish
ok you fools
see you soon
steve-0

a few days off

2010-03-23T09:55:00.000+11:00

feeling a bit phucked
gonna have a few daze off
sk

napoleons army, christmas eve, outside moscow

2010-03-20T16:08:00.002+11:00

carthage

2010-03-19T13:12:00.002+11:00

colossus

2010-03-17T20:21:00.005+11:00

busy signal
the ancient world beckons
kings were kings
life was cheap
egypt stagnated out there in her deserts
the nile crocodiles while away the time
mummified remains
hieroglyphs
chariots of silk she rode
thoth ammon like a falcon machined head
ra ra ra
the poor widowed isis
the thief in the market
the fault in the material
the brambles in the bullrushes
spearman
white hippy moses
white powder of gold
the whiteman in me shudders
you little english bastard
still the vast expanses
still the watery tracts
a sect lived in these caves
their cats were fierce half domesticated things
artificial light candles mirrors
i speared a man and my spear was caught in his ribs
i drowned in my own blood
we worshippers before the prophet
the cult of aphrodite ravaged by disease
the dawn walkers the street magicians
cock of the north circumcised by rome
a real harlot striding through the stelar
fucked by persia
buggered in assyria
the survivors wandering in the fertile triangle
cohabiting with an angelic species
i smear butter on the sacrifices beautiful body
alexandria in spring yes i would recommend it
sir your carriage has arrived at the southern oases
lady your jackal has absconded with the victuals
master your solar system has blinded my eyes
the drums beat on
the flesh hits flesh
heave copulate conquer retreat scream die
a man from nineveh is here with the necessary items
admit him at once and silence or your tongue will be cut out
lewd scenes inside the temple
the great statue of osiris has crashed into the moon
the priests women eat the fruit of this earths loins
yet remain unrepentant
the brick pit
the grinding wheel
the stinking mud
pharaoh saunters about mincing like his queen never titty
job says fuck all this...is 'e 'aving a laugh?
robin hood says i am an anachronism in this story
kilbey/ hemingway in black n white down in florida
dolphins herald the proud beaked ships
great blue haired earth shaker appears from the briny depths
zeus brother son of a tighten
the underworld oh grim no hope dont die
so many wars
so many plagues
so many tiny details we could not check
the symbol of the fish
who will remember the mysteries except me and west wood
who will speak our dead language to the living god
who will nail us up like notices cracking in the sun
i come to pillage
i come to rape
i come to despoil
i come to consume
bring up the bloody elephants from the rear
let the archers loose the arrow
let the swords drink our enemies courage
let the grape be purple and the wine be dark
let the women be shapely and the men be strong
bring medicines if you have them
bring tablets from the mountains
bring girls from the cities
bring the future down on our heads
colossus
toppled in the dust
no more visitors
no more sound

earthed .......24 years on

2010-03-16T10:16:00.003+11:00

did this on fright home from perth
hope you enjoy
steve-0

ps
after watching this back i realized how many pictures without a shirt
this was coz mainly
every time i sat down with my laptop lately its been 100 degree heat
apologies to any offended persons
it was not my intention to be so topless
sk (five minutes later)