judge not lest ye yerself be judged

oh im almost ashamed of myselfbut i cant stop nowi have to say i have slightly adjusted my opinion of idolfirst of all bobby flynn is just my cuppa teaweirdly handsome, great hairand you can see in his eyes this cat is gone man gonehes a naturalhes the kinda freak they SHOULD be discoveringthe wild eyed boys from free cloudthe mercurial gifted strange catsbobby i dig ya mani reckon ya could do pretty well without the show anywaya zillion times better than the syrupy “boy” tripewatch this guyhes coolyou shoulda heard the cheer chez kilbey when bobby got vindicatedand my stupid song got vindicatedeven on this levelthen surprise of surprisesa cuppla of the girls are actually good(kilbey you olde fool this diametrically opposed to yessadays rant)first comes on this very individual kinda girl does this lousy song thoand she gets outta time with the bandyep n so does everybody sooner or laterits like serving a double faulteven happens to the greatsthe rodent sniffs the air and pronounces it a jokea joke the girl numbly repeatsthe rodent is unrepententa joke he says it againgee how villainouslater on he comes up with such corkers asi dont care what you think, youre an idiothiss hisswhat a cutting edge ubermoderne zeitgeist riding entertainment machine, a master performera judge truly worthy of judgementanywaythen comes on a very young girland shes simply brillianthonestlyeven to my jaded faded olde eyesthis chick got the x factor in spadesthe weasely-one commands the audienceget up off yer arsesfor the best thing ta ever come out of orstrayliahso thereshe was so good even he could see itand like bobby boyshes got her own thing goin’very beguilingeffortlessly singingvery very goode stuff indeedso im sittin’ there thinkin’well i was wrong about some of the contestantsbut i was more than right about mr nastyand […]

oh im almost ashamed of myself
but i cant stop now
i have to say i have slightly adjusted my opinion of idol
first of all bobby flynn is just my cuppa tea
weirdly handsome, great hair
and you can see in his eyes this cat is gone man gone
hes a natural
hes the kinda freak they SHOULD be discovering
the wild eyed boys from free cloud
the mercurial gifted strange cats
bobby i dig ya man
i reckon ya could do pretty well without the show anyway
a zillion times better than the syrupy “boy” tripe
watch this guy
hes cool
you shoulda heard the cheer chez kilbey when bobby
got vindicated
and my stupid song got vindicated
even on this level
then surprise of surprises
a cuppla of the girls are actually good
(kilbey you olde fool this diametrically opposed to yessadays rant)
first comes on this very individual kinda girl
does this lousy song tho
and she gets outta time with the band
yep n so does everybody sooner or later
its like serving a double fault
even happens to the greats
the rodent sniffs the air and pronounces it a joke
a joke the girl numbly repeats
the rodent is unrepentent
a joke he says it again
gee how villainous
later on he comes up with such corkers as
i dont care what you think, youre an idiot
hiss hiss
what a cutting edge ubermoderne zeitgeist riding
entertainment machine, a master performer
a judge truly worthy of judgement
anyway
then comes on a very young girl
and shes simply brilliant
honestly
even to my jaded faded olde eyes
this chick got the x factor in spades
the weasely-one commands the audience
get up off yer arses
for the best thing ta ever come out of orstrayliah
so there
she was so good even he could see it
and like bobby boy
shes got her own thing goin’
very beguiling
effortlessly singing
very very goode stuff indeed
so im sittin’ there thinkin’
well i was wrong about some of the contestants
but i was more than right about mr nasty
and ya gotta understand
i aint against villains in principle
ya gotta have a villain
i understand that
and simon cowell
is a nasty piece of work in full flight
but hes fucking witty
and hes got a schtick n hes gotta schpiel
and he demolishes em but good
all im sayin is
fer christ sake
in all of australia
aint we gotta better villain than that?
a good evil nastybastard…
look i aint gonna watch it again
so it dont matter to me
what the hell am i still goin’ on about it for then….?

right now im listenin to pharaoh saunders
which was given to me by johnny garrett
in sin sin atty
yes johnny i did like meeting you
you are a no nonsense american guy
olde style in some strange way
a kinda ohian groucho marx or somethin
no johnny i didnt think you were whatever it was you said
and johnny
im enjoying this record very much
on a sadly negative side
may i enquire what happened to happy days by the c. wheel?
some of it sounds like bush…?!
what was dicko thinkin’
is this their mag among the spirits?
except for eat my dust
(which IS a classic)
its all kinda heavy riffy all pumped up
not really what i was wanting or expecting
like they were trying to be something they werent
record company pressure?
i mean it aint terrible….
but not up to dickos usual standard
tsk tsk!
in other bad news minna now has glandular fever
auroras asthma hovering in the background
and my room is a complete shambles n mess
gareth of notts, you handsome stud
please refrain from threatening talent show judges
on my blogge
my parole officer has told me im not allowed to associate with ya
melquiades cant ya trim yer poems down to just one per blog (max)
hello matt in nz
we’re talkin to some druid in auckland re a show…
but who knows
hi to the grecian urn in melbourne
you ve been such a lovely n dedicated fan for so so long
much appreciation
hi to nickfiction
stevekoontz
all mah loverly readers
thanks for making me what i am today..
whatever the hell that is….
and channel ten
if you need an erudite urbane experienced judge
one who has actually trodden the boards
in london paris new york munich
a handsome olde devil
a twinkle in my i
a real callous judgemental nasty bastard
i might be available
but ya gotta pay me more
than hand-shandylands
have your people
call my people
and then
go tell it on the mountain
let my people go

no more idol banter
i promise
kill-bee

ps
ive just discovered petra hadens acapella who sell out
effing amazing stuff!!!

thou shalt not have false idols

this blogge is for the dean…ypu wanted an uninformed dullard roastedooh deanyi got just the turkey for you!now no one on this blog can ever question how much this olde hippy loves orstrayliaand i fall down and pay homage to the geniusesn one-offs and all the other brilliant australiansthe passing paradeour great paintersour great writersour grate actahs (whoever they are)our great musicians(and heres a lil list in case ya forgotten)grant mclennan, robert forster, dave mccombnick cave, hutch, all india radio, underground loversaugie march, the finger, decoder ring,neil finn (well almost aust)blah blah blah blah blahi aint got no cultural cringei lived in the u.s. n i lived in europebut i chose to come back here an’ i doo love it herebut one thing has always bothered meabout austrayliah and that is that the tendency to be a second ratepoor mans usawe dont fuckin’ need itanymore than we need to be second rate ukaustralia has its own thingit always had and it always willwhy this desire to replicate american stuffnow ya may be wonderin’ a’where im going with thisawkward little preamblebut this is it(deep breath)last nite i watched australian idola grim n horrible confessionto be surebut ya seei was curious to see how they were gonna do my songso there we aresittin round the idiot boxaustralian idolyeah yeahnothin newwe used to have these shows even when i wassa kidtalent showsnew facesgong showsbut now mutated into this juggernaut1st of all we getta recap on last showa buncha of aussie chicks singin eithera) like they grew up in a ghetto in phillyorb) like they grew up in a trailer park outside nashvillebut whatever it isit aint australian…thats fer fuckin surecarbon copies of carbon copiesyeah yeah australias beyoncee from wagga waggayeah yeah australias dixie chick from adelaideanywaywe have the ridiculous moment where all thesegirls, […]

this blogge is for the dean…
ypu wanted an uninformed dullard roasted
ooh deany
i got just the turkey for you!
now no one on this blog can ever question
how much this olde hippy loves orstraylia
and i fall down and pay homage to the geniuses
n one-offs and all the other brilliant australians
the passing parade
our great painters
our great writers
our grate actahs (whoever they are)
our great musicians
(and heres a lil list in case ya forgotten)
grant mclennan, robert forster, dave mccomb
nick cave, hutch, all india radio, underground lovers
augie march, the finger, decoder ring,neil finn (well almost aust)
blah blah blah blah blah
i aint got no cultural cringe
i lived in the u.s. n i lived in europe
but i chose to come back here
an’ i doo love it here
but one thing has always bothered me
about austrayliah
and that is
that the tendency to be a second rate
poor mans usa
we dont fuckin’ need it
anymore than we need to be
second rate uk
australia has its own thing
it always had and it always will
why this desire to replicate american stuff
now ya may be wonderin’ a’where im going with this
awkward little preamble
but this is it
(deep breath)
last nite i watched australian idol
a grim n horrible confession
to be sure
but ya see
i was curious to see how they were gonna do my song
so there we are
sittin round the idiot box
australian idol
yeah yeah
nothin new
we used to have these shows even when i wassa kid
talent shows
new faces
gong shows
but now mutated into this juggernaut
1st of all we getta recap on last show
a buncha of aussie chicks singin either
a) like they grew up in a ghetto in philly
or
b) like they grew up in a trailer park outside nashville
but whatever it is
it aint australian…thats fer fuckin sure
carbon copies of carbon copies
yeah yeah australias beyoncee from wagga wagga
yeah yeah australias dixie chick from adelaide
anyway
we have the ridiculous moment where all these
girls, bitter rivals desperately clawing their way
to the top of an illusory dungheap
and the 2 winners get announced
ah look
all the others so excited to see their rivals win
and not them
crying and covering the glorious winners in kisses
even tho theyre going straight back to wherever it was
empty handed
such false n sickening insincerity
played out by countless women in dopey miss universe pageants
since the year dot
every one of em wants to scream
what the fuck…?!
how did SHE win..?!
im a better beyoncee than HER!!!
but no
its fawning kisses and all that hysterical tripe
bah humbug!
but this is jus’ the beginning
we meet the judges
now i know this much
cos i once accidentally watched american idol n swedish idol
that theres sposed to be 3 judges
the good guy
the woman whose kind to everyone
and the bad guy
the good guy turns out to be marko holdem
an ex teen crooner n distributor of roses
to the girlies in the audience
the woman turns out to be marshier hinds
an american veteran singer
been in australia forever tho
and the villain is
the superbadde guy
the one with the ascerbic wit n crushing put down
is….
drumroll
koyle handshandylands
oh koyle
watta loverly name
the feminine is koylie
so i guess yer mum was expecting a girlie
but she names ya the masculine equivalent
koyle
now our koyle
mmmm
how to describe this arch villain
think
think
rodent
a pudgy ginger rodent
turned into a man
(using the term loosely)
with a pointy ginger little hair do
full of “product”
and dressed i guess in expensive modern clothes
koyle is a shock jock talkback king here in sydney
which means hes the watered down local equivalent of some american dude
you see koyles ratlike face on all the buses round syddley
drumming up an audience for his lil radio show
and indeed thru out idol
ads would appear with our koylie dressed up
hilariously as a scotsman
a german
a frenchman (complete with beret..oh how hilarious)
doing the kind of cliched accents
which made the kids laugh back when he was in
port macquarie primary school
or wherever the fuck hes from
oh my koyle
yer a hilarious comedian
gee a beret n everything
wow
anyway
now its the boys turn
they all come on n do their thing
which is imitating the back street boys or whatever
you know
that fawning fluttery syrupy shit ya hate
in their insincere little voices
oh oh
one dude from tassie rocks out
koyle doesnt dig him tho
oh great show biz oracle that he is
so good at…
er..
hey koyle what do ya do again
can ya sing?
(nope)
can ya dance
(nope)
can ya play an instrument?
(nope)
are ya funny
(nope)
are you merely a cynical talentless butt ugly no one
who got very fuckin’ lucky
on a radio show
and ya must look at yerself everymorning
in yer expensive mirror in yer expensive condo
and pinch yerself
cos ya cant believe yer good luck
that youve parlayed yer nothingness into a “career”
where you sit around in the anonymity of yer
radio show n laugh n swear
just like any other dime a dozen yobbo
you could meet in any pub on any night
man
youre not even a fuckin villain
youre not even a bad ass
youre just…..a little ginger nothin’
and in few years
youll be the kinda thing we’ll all sit back n laugh at
as an example of the excess of the early 2000s
the emergence of the useless cynical talentless no one
as millionaire schlock jockey
that had his rodent like mug on a bus once
so when koylie disses the dude from tassie
mr tassies got this look like he wants to knock
koyles ratty teeth down his throat
n blow me down if i cant feel most of
australia willing him on to do it
i’d have voted for ya then pal!
anyway eventually a strange but hip young druid
sings under the friggin milky whey
a bit too jazzy n with a weird accent
but not a badde version of the olde warhorse
ooh ooh
guess what
koylie handshandylands
dont like my song
and he says it over n over
like hes got a personal axe to grind
OF COURSE YOU DONT LIKE IT YOU WANKER
COS YER A FUCKIN PHILISTINE
and that means
you dont know understand music or art or culture
and i was so happy you hated my song
cos youre anathema to me
you are my total opposite in everyway
and i would be disturbed if you cared for anything
that i had done
so there you go
not a badde version of the olde milky…
handshandylands
yer a complete failure as a villain
have me on yer show koylie
i dare ya!
lets duke this out man to rodent
anytime
anyplace
i’ll fuckin have ya!
yer pathetic!
love
steve kilbey

brainhurt like a wherehouse

and im bustin’ up mah brains for the wordsset the scene nevets3 52 tuesday aftahnoooneternalgoodbye bacchushang on yabbers wall like a good god shouldim only 29 in the chartes now(sob)i dont care(panic…feeling of sliding into ooze of obscurity)what do i nevets yeblik care for yonder blogge charteyonder index of prestige n mettlea gauge of popularitya way of seeing whos whoha!i’ll lock my self away in an eastern suburbs monasteryand type my loverly blogs for me me! ME!and only ii! I! will get to read eman i donna care if some goose is gonna cook under the milky whey tonite on the tellyso donna tella me bout it now(but you can be sure crafty ol’ nevets is watchin’)television oh televisionmy face should be plastered all over every screenmy soft dulcid melodious voice should pump from every speakermy blogge and only my blogge should be at # 1bah puny earthlingshow could you understand my destinyIS TO BE # 1 ON THE BLOGGECHARTES !!i will never resti will always be plottinghais it gonna take an eroticon de blogge to make the onemore rants n raves n all yer faves georgie dubble ya money back to the walland i ran iran so far away…..aurora bore all of us we say to our little a.eve…why dontcha leave…thats our little joke round here toothe water so cold today fiendssso cold at the edge of timesaw jonny z bassist extraordinaire at poolplus brother john n matty c(both lookin’ fit n trim i must add)only did 18 laps but i lied to myselfand i lied to everybody elsegetting real hooked on oophoigettting real hooked on catherines weal tooa millioin times better for this olde space rockerthan the ye olde radiumheadsbut thats jus my private opinionbetween you me an the other 1100 jokers on here each daychrist i need […]

and im bustin’ up mah brains for the words
set the scene nevets
3 52 tuesday aftahnooon
eternal
goodbye bacchus
hang on yabbers wall like a good god should
im only 29 in the chartes now
(sob)
i dont care
(panic…feeling of sliding into ooze of obscurity)
what do i nevets yeblik care for yonder blogge charte
yonder index of prestige n mettle
a gauge of popularity
a way of seeing whos who
ha!
i’ll lock my self away in an eastern suburbs monastery
and type my loverly blogs for me me! ME!
and only ii! I! will get to read em
an i donna care if some goose is gonna cook
under the milky whey tonite on the telly
so donna tella me bout it now
(but you can be sure crafty ol’ nevets is watchin’)
television oh television
my face should be plastered all over every screen
my soft dulcid melodious voice should pump from every speaker
my blogge and only my blogge should be at # 1
bah puny earthlings
how could you understand my destiny
IS TO BE # 1 ON THE BLOGGECHARTES !!
i will never rest
i will always be plotting
ha
is it gonna take an eroticon de blogge to make the one
more rants n raves n all yer faves
georgie dubble ya money back to the wall
and i ran iran so far away…..
aurora bore all of us we say to our little a.
eve…why dontcha leave…thats our little joke round here too
the water so cold today fiendss
so cold at the edge of time
saw jonny z bassist extraordinaire at pool
plus brother john n matty c
(both lookin’ fit n trim i must add)
only did 18 laps but i lied to myself
and i lied to everybody else
getting real hooked on oophoi
gettting real hooked on catherines weal too
a millioin times better for this olde space rocker
than the ye olde radiumheads
but thats jus my private opinion
between you me an the other 1100 jokers on here each day
christ i need somethin’ controversial to hitch mah ratings up
i feel like the ratings are my trousers n theyre slowly falling down
(control thyselves, thouest fair maidens, the metafor is in jest)
i wanna pull my ratings UP
do you know how humiliated it is sliding down a fucking chart
with a bare arse?
or even a bare ass?
or even a bear donkey…ha ha nevets..thats pathetic
cmon people
indulge my ego
its outta control now
who cares?
its in charge and it wants one
it wants 1!
give me one
it moans
oh my muse i am besotted with the position one
sadly unattainable nevetsy my deer deer bouy
but why muse why
because nevets
because
youre
just
too
damned
goode !!!!
(lawd, ain’ it the troof!!!)
do you really mean it muse?
yes darling nevets
after all whose muse am i anyway?
oh yer mine
all mine…
aint ya?
muse?
aint ya?
muse?
you aint been round rob dickos have ya?
i mean…
muse?
muse?
(sound of a disconnected phone line…..fade)

intelligentleman

youve been there with me all dayas i rolled outta bed at 7 amand i sat n meditated till the sun came updrink goji juicetake nippers to schoolwalk to the poolstop n buy a lime sports drinkbuy 2 balls for 1$ gumlistening to adam n eve by cathy wheel on podmantheres the sea, slightly angry n restlessacross the grass we wentthe hot saunathe cold green poolagain the saunaa scalding showerchi gong in the freezing windthat was blowin’ in from antarcticapull on my clothesipodman reinstatedfeel like a million buckssprint up the stairs from poolbuy a takeaway coffee for the missusstride home listening to dickos old bandwow futureboy is a good trackgood on ya dickoa toffee nosed shoegazerif ever there was one(but werent they all a bit posh…them shoegazers?)but im really enjoying itits my fave record du jour definitelydislodging the other onestrange parallel in a waywe were both too good to be really hugeha ha(but aint it the truth?)(and who cares anyway?)(and why everything in brackets?)contemplated writing an erotic blog as experiment(i have quite a way with words they say)but eventually good sense prevailedtook aurora to dentisttooth was singing should i stay or should i godentist saying could go either way my girlhave to wait n seego to art supply shopaurora wants something but not sure whatthe whole time the dentist was working on the toothi was feeeling every last jab n buzzeve n aurora baybee what a triplovely doodles but growing up fast nowtheir faces imply the beautiful women they will becomeeve swims like an otterstrange animal grace childaurora like a palomino angeldark skin yellow hairtoday i have to interrupt class in library to get a. for dentistthe kids are all on computerszooming thru paleofuckin’lithic landscapesone kid yells out to me as he roars up to this towering reptilehey you know […]

youve been there with me all day
as i rolled outta bed at 7 am
and i sat n meditated till the sun came up
drink goji juice
take nippers to school
walk to the pool
stop n buy a lime sports drink
buy 2 balls for 1$ gum
listening to adam n eve by cathy wheel on podman
theres the sea, slightly angry n restless
across the grass we went
the hot sauna
the cold green pool
again the sauna
a scalding shower
chi gong in the freezing wind
that was blowin’ in from antarctica
pull on my clothes
ipodman reinstated
feel like a million bucks
sprint up the stairs from pool
buy a takeaway coffee for the missus
stride home listening to dickos old band
wow futureboy is a good track
good on ya dicko
a toffee nosed shoegazer
if ever there was one
(but werent they all a bit posh…them shoegazers?)
but im really enjoying it
its my fave record du jour definitely
dislodging the other one
strange parallel in a way
we were both too good to be really huge
ha ha
(but aint it the truth?)
(and who cares anyway?)
(and why everything in brackets?)
contemplated writing an erotic blog as experiment
(i have quite a way with words they say)
but eventually good sense prevailed
took aurora to dentist
tooth was singing should i stay or should i go
dentist saying could go either way my girl
have to wait n see
go to art supply shop
aurora wants something but not sure what
the whole time the dentist was working on the tooth
i was feeeling every last jab n buzz
eve n aurora baybee
what a trip
lovely doodles but growing up fast now
their faces imply the beautiful women they will become
eve swims like an otter
strange animal grace child
aurora like a palomino angel
dark skin yellow hair
today i have to interrupt class in library to get a. for dentist
the kids are all on computers
zooming thru paleofuckin’lithic landscapes
one kid yells out to me as he roars up to this towering reptile
hey you know what that is?
uh an iguanadon…i venture
nope he shakes his head
its an allosaurus
damn…i shoulda known that
i used to be a dino expert once upon a time
how i felt for the triceratops as the tyrannosaurus savaged his flanks
and how glad as it sank its horns into the rexs soft white beer belly
bugger those carnivorous bullies
take it hard you meat eating brute
hurray for the prehistoric vegetarians
do yoga on balc
cant keep my mind on god for even one second
then i see the sky
dali clouds racing on shreds of grey n blue
how can i doubt the hand of the artist conceiving this stuff
everything respiritualised
nk cooking bean ball burger things for dinna
baby crawling round demanding attention
a certain opportunity has presented itself to me
to be very showbiz
and i wonder if the new improved me
the avuncular cheerful good ole boy who got off the badde stuff
the white bearded hippy renaysonce manne
can this model successfully negotiate
the tricky paths of shonky show biz
and remain integritti intacto
or will i be dragged into its morass
???????????????????????????????????????
should i?
or shouldnt i?
nk says only you can decide
oh im quite the show biz trooper these days fiendss
you shoulda seen me treadin’ them boards
in chicargy n old new york
jokes n quips
i escape from handcuffs
i do the indian rope trick
i charm the rope into the sky
i climb up
i pull up the rope
and i disappear
maybe my tanned mature good looks
will catch some powerful moguls eye
and i’ll be catapulted to soap opera stardom
playing rob dickos long lost australian uncle
in the bold n the the byootifyul
ha ha
dont laugh
anything possible now
serious art critics like my paintings(!?)
ive done musical shakeyspeare
im gonna be a judge on a songwriting contest(?!)
im jamming with the crickets
im whistlin’ in the fuckin’ rain
whattya want from me?
i dunno
soon its dinner
yum yum
then…
the possibilities stretch out to a nice horizon
it aint all dancing on clouds man
as a swedish smack dealer once said to me
one freezin mornin in stockholm
in the darkness n snow
as we had our miserable meeting
ok
there it was
that was our day together
ha!

the usual bullshit

1.53 eternal sunday afternoonthe beginning of spring herew/ slight aftertouch of winterelectronic space music onpull up my blogge in the onternethmmmwhat shall i give em today….woke early after refreshing nights slumberout on the balc doing chi gong at 7took fam to ye olde caf for ye olde brekkyme n e n a had avocado n tomato bruschettank has mushroomsbb has milki have soy chai and pineapple watermelon ginger juicenk has coffeesdoodles have milkshakeswe stroll in the early springsundo some shoppinglook at the peoplelisten to rob dickinsons fresh wine for the horsesinterested to read how some thought his lyrics were “cheesey”but im really enjoying italso have bought n ripped all cathy wheel cdsbut havent listened to much yetexcepteat my dust you insensitive f***whatta romantic guylotsa songs about love love lovebut so sumptuous so lushbeautifully put togethercarefully conceivedyes indeedlovely romantic stuffif you like romantic stuff….its a traditionthe eternally yearning maleunder the window sillpromising how happy hes gonna make yaif ya just let down yer hair rapunzelanywaydespite all thati am really enjoying this cdand you aint a loyal time being fiend if ya dontmaxx out yer debit cards purchasing copiesof mr dickos cdyoull be be swimming in romancei am re reading winterlong by elizabeth hand for 3rd timei am being visited by my brother russelln my neice mimi belle n nephew bubsy wubsymimi who has been performing has traces of stage make up around her eyesshe looks like an eleven year old debbie harry at her most beautifulwe gonna take kids for walkie to yon beachoophoi drones n driftsnice afternoonso so blogtoo badim only rating 24 now(petulant sigh)what does it all matter nowthe beach beckonsthe natives are restlessthe earth revolvesdont hate yer livesjaime r yer on the money honeypull ripcorddisconnect

1.53 eternal sunday afternoon
the beginning of spring here
w/ slight aftertouch of winter
electronic space music on
pull up my blogge in the onternet
hmmm
what shall i give em today….
woke early after refreshing nights slumber
out on the balc doing chi gong at 7
took fam to ye olde caf for ye olde brekky
me n e n a had avocado n tomato bruschetta
nk has mushrooms
bb has milk
i have soy chai
and pineapple watermelon ginger juice
nk has coffees
doodles have milkshakes
we stroll in the early springsun
do some shopping
look at the people
listen to rob dickinsons fresh wine for the horses
interested to read how some thought his lyrics were “cheesey”
but im really enjoying it
also have bought n ripped all cathy wheel cds
but havent listened to much yet
except
eat my dust you insensitive f***
whatta romantic guy
lotsa songs about love love love
but so sumptuous so lush
beautifully put together
carefully conceived
yes indeed
lovely romantic stuff
if you like romantic stuff….
its a tradition
the eternally yearning male
under the window sill
promising how happy hes gonna make ya
if ya just let down yer hair rapunzel
anyway
despite all that
i am really enjoying this cd
and you aint a loyal time being fiend if ya dont
maxx out yer debit cards purchasing copies
of mr dickos cd
youll be be swimming in romance
i am re reading winterlong by elizabeth hand for 3rd time
i am being visited by my brother russell
n my neice mimi belle n nephew bubsy wubsy
mimi who has been performing has traces of stage make up around her eyes
she looks like an eleven year old debbie harry at her most beautiful
we gonna take kids for walkie to yon beach
oophoi drones n drifts
nice afternoon
so so blog
too bad
im only rating 24 now
(petulant sigh)
what does it all matter now
the beach beckons
the natives are restless
the earth revolves
dont hate yer lives
jaime r yer on the money honey
pull ripcord
disconnect

from an occult diary 2

muse, am i losing it?theres a hand on my shoulderfaces in old photographsthe cold sea knocks the breath out of methe sand is viscouseverything trying to suck me undernothing suckles me anymorei have ingested 2 grams of lifei am seeing thingsflowers burst forth in bloom before my astonished eyesmusic fills me with joya package arrives from someone i glimpsed in a filmhanded on to me nowoophoi emits from my music devicei crave to thank the man who delivered meof this space music in san franciscoim smittengoji juice washes away my 51 year hangoverthe beautiful lord vishnu preserves and protectsthe happy lord ganesha smooths our waythat someone filled with so much lovecould create all this just astounds meintelligent design…?every tiny fucking piece of sand lovinglydreamed up by our godwho sends us miracle upon miracleevery golden daythe sun in the skythe moon at nightthe sacred riversthe elementalseverything has spiritnothing which has lived will ever cease livingnothing that is dead will ever livelike a loving father,and i realise this now…like a loving fatherwincing at the pain we must endureno way we can understand everything nowlike trying to explain the precepts of surrealism to baby bumperno way we can dig the whole picture from herei am in love with everybody and all thingsbecause they are youalways the treesthe trees withold their meanings from mehow many trees have i myself beenhow many timesover n overdid my soul stagger in woodmy roots deep in earthi groaned to moveand in secret ceremoniesi did leave my bark n branchesand i frolicked with other spiritsin the arcadian nightwhich was warm and dreamywhen men cut down treesah……what are we doing?how can all these trees be cut downits like cutting off your own fingerslord if you would fill me with magici could stop thishow can i love the rapers and pillagers […]

muse, am i losing it?
theres a hand on my shoulder
faces in old photographs
the cold sea knocks the breath out of me
the sand is viscous
everything trying to suck me under
nothing suckles me anymore
i have ingested 2 grams of life
i am seeing things
flowers burst forth in bloom before my
astonished eyes
music fills me with joy
a package arrives from someone i glimpsed in a film
handed on to me now
oophoi emits from my music device
i crave to thank the man who delivered me
of this space music in san francisco
im smitten
goji juice washes away my 51 year hangover
the beautiful lord vishnu preserves and protects
the happy lord ganesha smooths our way
that someone filled with so much love
could create all this just astounds me
intelligent design…?
every tiny fucking piece of sand lovingly
dreamed up by our god
who sends us miracle upon miracle
every golden day
the sun in the sky
the moon at night
the sacred rivers
the elementals
everything has spirit
nothing which has lived will ever cease living
nothing that is dead will ever live
like a loving father,
and i realise this now…
like a loving father
wincing at the pain we must endure
no way we can understand everything now
like trying to explain the precepts of surrealism
to baby bumper
no way we can dig the whole picture from here
i am in love with everybody and all things
because they are you
always the trees
the trees withold their meanings from me
how many trees have i myself been
how many times
over n over
did my soul stagger in wood
my roots deep in earth
i groaned to move
and in secret ceremonies
i did leave my bark n branches
and i frolicked with other spirits
in the arcadian night
which was warm and dreamy
when men cut down trees
ah……
what are we doing?
how can all these trees be cut down
its like cutting off your own fingers
lord if you would fill me with magic
i could stop this
how can i love the rapers and pillagers ?
i would blast them
and become as bad as them
everything seems to have an opposite effect
you push one way
you go the other
oh the arcadian evenings
the mysteries on the tip of my tongue even now
im remembering everything now
were you ever there?
how you would love me to invoke those nights
with my words
how deep you would like to go
into the arcadian night
and the lemurian nights
the jungle all around waiting
and the nineveh nights
and the atlantean night
and all the nights
and the things that occur
in the darkness
the sweet sweet warmth of the others
the rituals, the wine
yet it eludes me
as always
clouds outside in shapes of dragons
the children have a fishtank
bananas are expensive after the cyclone
eve and aurora are becoming always more beautiful
words music pictures fill my head
the “straights” are back in my life
im a hippy
i was hooked at thirteen
i had no chance
i love long hair
i love flowers
i love pot and acid
i love peace and vegetarianism
i love nature especially the wonderful trees
i love the deep mysterious ocean
i love the wide open skies
i love space rock in all its forms
i am a spirit buried in flesh
i long for the vastness of space and eternity
its 1 15 on an eternal saturday afternoon
sydney sunk in its hedonism
its bridges
its beaches
its gangs
its ugly suburbs
its beautiful leafy esplanades
its nightlife strip clubs brothels private booths
its criminals and local colourful identities
its rocknroll stars on the dole
its geniuses driving taxis
and its idiots running the big monster companies
sydney swallow me up this afternoon
we’re gonna walk down the promenade
and i need to be swallowed by you
and i want no more significance
no more extra sensory overloading stuff
i just want to walk and talk
thats all
the sky has changed
clouds appear
over and out

from an occult diary

the trees are whispering to meits sydneyits thousands of seconds who are you?every thing is a signal to mewhat is happening to me?into what are you transforming effortlessly?alchemy?have i cracked the code?august strindberg burning his hands blacksulphur/the crucible/the retortphilosophers stoned indeedam i crazy?is this an onset of madness?and why now?the silver clouds superimposed on a peach skyi tell you i love to be 51subtle powershave you any idea?cosmic messages and wild geese chasethe patterns of the birds has a meaninghow could it not?my kitchen darkensmy thoughts turn to godall that love he has for usexpressed in so many waysin the spectacular heavensin the intricate designs of naturefor letting us live these livesoh so many luxurieswe are living it up purpleleaved trees buckle in the windyou may forget something you really should rememberit seems i hear thema child said my name in the marketplacei found two shells in a unused drawermusic permeates my brain nowday and nightim swimming in iti feel that fucking galaxy sliding awaylike a slide sliding up the neck of a distorted reverberating guitari feel the moon pull my soul each nighti opened a little box and found a silver plectrumi mentioned your name accidentally to someonei dropped a coin in a well and i wished for……i am navigating the networksi am in the system now and getting strongeri have interpenetrated certain planesunder your skinbut im out heretotally unrealeverything you have ever read herehas been fictionany resemblance to anything elseis unlikely usuallyi saw a tiny grey birdling in a tree doomed to diei could not help itcan you feel this?and can you feel this?and can you feeeel this?im everywhere babybut so are youthere you are a point in space and timeare you beautiful?dont make me laughlast nite we drank riccadonna wine + extra nice thingsromancewhat remains of the […]

the trees are whispering to me
its sydney
its thousands of seconds
who are you?
every thing is a signal to me
what is happening to me?
into what are you transforming effortlessly?
alchemy?
have i cracked the code?
august strindberg burning his hands black
sulphur/the crucible/the retort
philosophers stoned indeed
am i crazy?
is this an onset of madness?
and why now?
the silver clouds superimposed on a peach sky
i tell you i love to be 51
subtle powers
have you any idea?
cosmic messages and wild geese chase
the patterns of the birds has a meaning
how could it not?
my kitchen darkens
my thoughts turn to god
all that love he has for us
expressed in so many ways
in the spectacular heavens
in the intricate designs of nature
for letting us live these lives
oh so many luxuries
we are living it up
purpleleaved trees buckle in the wind
you may forget something you really should remember
it seems i hear them
a child said my name in the marketplace
i found two shells in a unused drawer
music permeates my brain now
day and night
im swimming in it
i feel that fucking galaxy sliding away
like a slide sliding up the neck of a distorted reverberating guitar
i feel the moon pull my soul each night
i opened a little box and found a silver plectrum
i mentioned your name accidentally to someone
i dropped a coin in a well and i wished for……
i am navigating the networks
i am in the system now and getting stronger
i have interpenetrated certain planes
under your skin
but im out here
totally unreal
everything you have ever read here
has been fiction
any resemblance to anything else
is unlikely usually
i saw a tiny grey birdling in a tree doomed to die
i could not help it
can you feel this?
and can you feel this?
and can you feeeel this?
im everywhere baby
but so are you
there you are a point in space and time
are you beautiful?
dont make me laugh
last nite we drank riccadonna wine + extra nice things
romance
what remains of the sky is white
inside my own continuum
i experience human pleasure
the elements are defined
the opposites are reconciled
the mystery is temporarily delayed
gravity set aside
logic defied
conditions gratified
implicit in life
but always rushing into the future
and what must always await us there
im a voyager
im a traveller
im down here on the surface
im underneath all that snow
wham! a shock
a sudden departure
beware
read between the lines
i can tell you almost understand
i can feel the crooked pulse in my fingers
alpha and omega
hey up and hey down
i am what you say i am
i am so close
so close, so close
so close to breaking
into it
or out of it
can you tell if its true?
what do you know?
are you awake now?
im still here
interpreting the stars
reading the dish suds
the clock tick tick tick
never tock
a stormy night comes down
we welcome each other like brothers
i am disposed to rambling
i live and i breathe
i am here to observe
god says this is all for you
i say i will tell people
he says good
they dont seem to notice
the oceans of fish
the nights of stars
the gorgeous desert
the mysterious nordic winter
the veins in the leaf of the oak
i say how could they not see
darkness envelopes me
we lose our connection
end

with a sickening jump i fell thru the surface of my life

well what do you know?no tell me what you know…the bluesmangreyday coldfeelingstill travelling but not moving feelingeverything a little outta focuslike someone smudged my worldi gotta lotta things to think abouti started out one thingi ended up another26 years ago i was a malchickdemanding the spoils of this worldnow im an olde hippy somehow becomea locus which disparate individuals occaisionally frequentyou think you know who i amthe more you think you know methe less you doits a new guy here everyday folksruefully surveying the wreckageeyeing up the opportunitiesmaking notescomparisonsnovember 22 looms like a maw for ya!my darling mother told me she read all my u.s. blogs“first thing everymorningson” joycie says down the phonesorry bout the swearing mum i guiltily offer“thats allright son ” she says“i’ll never change you n you’ll never change me”tell me then dear motherwhy did i not inherit that cool quality of yoursof never getting all nostalgiac or schmaltzyor emotional or all carried away with yerselfi wish i had your detachmentbut maybe growin’ up in the blitz can do that for ya…ah but my dad, he was a nostalgic cathe anticipated n felt losswhen the holiday endedwhen the evening with his friends would draw to a close..it was from my dad i got that sideand from my mum i got resilience and a good english sense of when somethingwas a load of bloody old nonsensei was telling joycie todaythat more n morei rely on my dads approach to lifeparticularly in dealing with strangershe had a jokey way of putting people at easei remember oncein a workshop in fyshwick canberrai was waitin for my dad to do somethin’ or otherand this bloke there introduces this geezer to my dadand my dad says oh yeah n you got a pretty wife havent ya?and this geezer says (weirdly)yeah n you […]

well what do you know?
no tell me what you know…
the bluesman
greyday coldfeeling
still travelling but not moving feeling
everything a little outta focus
like someone smudged my world
i gotta lotta things to think about
i started out one thing
i ended up another
26 years ago i was a malchick
demanding the spoils of this world
now im an olde hippy somehow become
a locus which disparate individuals occaisionally frequent
you think you know who i am
the more you think you know me
the less you do
its a new guy here everyday folks
ruefully surveying the wreckage
eyeing up the opportunities
making notes
comparisons
november 22 looms like a maw for ya!
my darling mother told me she read all my u.s. blogs
“first thing everymorningson” joycie says down the phone
sorry bout the swearing mum i guiltily offer
“thats allright son ” she says
“i’ll never change you n you’ll never change me”
tell me then dear mother
why did i not inherit that cool quality of yours
of never getting all nostalgiac or schmaltzy
or emotional or all carried away with yerself
i wish i had your detachment
but maybe growin’ up in the blitz can do that for ya…
ah but my dad, he was a nostalgic cat
he anticipated n felt loss
when the holiday ended
when the evening with his friends would draw to a close..
it was from my dad i got that side
and from my mum i got resilience
and a good english sense of when something
was a load of bloody old nonsense
i was telling joycie today
that more n more
i rely on my dads approach to life
particularly in dealing with strangers
he had a jokey way of putting people at ease
i remember once
in a workshop in fyshwick canberra
i was waitin for my dad to do somethin’ or other
and this bloke there introduces this geezer to my dad
and my dad says oh yeah n you got a pretty wife havent ya?
and this geezer says (weirdly)
yeah n you can fuck her if ya want….
and my dad looks around slightly bemused
and says
no thanks, im not that kinda bloke
now i reckon it was the perfect rejoinder to this
aussie yobbos weird little mindgame
and he delivered it with such timing
n you know
maybe i was the only one in that room who appreciated
my dads wry humour…
but i dunno
thats how im tryin’ to deal with this, dad, if you read my blog out there
and with the kids too, dad
all your olde lines
i love to say em
i love to tell em off the way you told me off
like half a joke
the way that got joycie so mad
when you were sposed to be “chastising that child, les”
anyway
thats my strategy with this fuckin world , dad
play it fer laughs like you did
all that poutin’ n posin’ n carryin’ on
is fer turkeys
this is my real life
n my dad woulda loved to go round
n played his piano in theatres in the u.s.
and he woulda tolda loada gags as well
so ive turned into some kinda english vaudeville
down the enda the pier comic as well
im letting this thing go wherever it wants
i cant be bothered tryin to control it
if its funny so be it
if its tragic ya gonna get both barrels
if its psychedelic hold on to yer carpet
if its real its gonna be hyper real
if its bullshit ya gonna know straight away
im a handsome olde devil may care got nothing to lose
vagabond scruffy hippy trippy namedropper
oh well steve, you just wont believe me today
i aint australian
i aint english neither
im old but im not wise
but im fuckin wise to you sunshine
dont come the raw prawn on this blogg-king
im back in the low 20s on the charte
the tours over n now everything will slump
no no fiends
think of the gallons of drugs im gonna do
the songwriting contests
the solo gigs
the crunches aust electric tour
all the yoga
all the chi gong
all the arcane quotes from yer fave songs
my sublime reinterpretation of hinduism
to justify my hedonistic bohemian carryon
come on nevets pull the other one
they gonna keep coming back
its just dawnin’ on ya isnt it you olde fraud
they like this stuff you write everyday
take it easy olde bean
relax
strike a pose
do a painting
pull whatever the hell that is outta yer toe
AND
FOR GODSAKE
grow up!!!!

all come to look for america

we came we sawwe got conqueredwe drovefor miles n milessanta barbaraupperclass hippy townbouncer got me stonedtotally unlike whatever else was to comeladisappointingon all levelsbut whaddya expect(im more of an east coast intellectual, mahself)san diegoah these surfin cats knew how to rockthe first really good giggod gave rocknroll to usanaheim grovelovely venue if only more bums on seatsgood audience tootempea surprisea great crowdloadsa lovethank you arizonatucsona smaller tempehoustonweird rainy strange goodaustinah the lovely crowd theredallasgreat nightn.o.good nightall of florida pretty goodexcept jacksonhole which was poxthen myrtle sorry bout problemsthen atlantaprobably the bestnorfolk n falls churchcant remember difference nowbut ya were both real kind to usnew yorkclassic thank yesellersvillevery tastydetroitthe most rocknrollindianathank youwe tried n so did youohiomuch better this timechicagosks apex of show bizzmilwaukeeas good as it coulda beensfsorry i ran out of steambut it was still alright….or what?thats itdid i leave anywhere outim home nowim at my kitch tableim about to do yoga on the balconythe suns shining gentlyits about 72 degreesnk found some jazz for me while i was awaybaby bumper was sayin dad dad dad in no timedoodles taller older wiserwe missed you round here dad they sayim listnin to airmy back aches a little from flightgot that weird jet lag feelinghavent sorted toes out yet either>……!gonna pick doodles up n have a swim in pacific with emits a dream life but the weirdness of it sometimesdrives me outta my fucking mind!signedthe crazyman

we came
we saw
we got conquered
we drove
for miles n miles
santa barbara
upperclass hippy town
bouncer got me stoned
totally unlike whatever else was to come
la
disappointing
on all levels
but whaddya expect
(im more of an east coast intellectual, mahself)
san diego
ah these surfin cats knew how to rock
the first really good gig
god gave rocknroll to us
anaheim grove
lovely venue if only more bums on seats
good audience too
tempe
a surprise
a great crowd
loadsa love
thank you arizona
tucson
a smaller tempe
houston
weird rainy strange good
austin
ah the lovely crowd there
dallas
great night
n.o.
good night
all of florida pretty good
except jacksonhole which was pox
then myrtle
sorry bout problems
then atlanta
probably the best
norfolk n falls church
cant remember difference now
but ya were both real kind to us
new york
classic thank ye
sellersville
very tasty
detroit
the most rocknroll
indiana
thank you
we tried n so did you
ohio
much better this time
chicago
sks apex of show bizz
milwaukee
as good as it coulda been
sf
sorry i ran out of steam
but it was still alright….or what?
thats it
did i leave anywhere out
im home now
im at my kitch table
im about to do yoga on the balcony
the suns shining gently
its about 72 degrees
nk found some jazz for me while i was away
baby bumper was sayin dad dad dad in no time
doodles taller older wiser
we missed you round here dad they say
im listnin to air
my back aches a little from flight
got that weird jet lag feeling
havent sorted toes out yet either>……!
gonna pick doodles up n have a swim in pacific with em
its a dream life
but the weirdness of it
sometimes
drives me outta my fucking mind!
signed
the crazyman

a bit of a mess,sire

deep dark dreamnevets come to surface quickly nowrise up through those layers of youoh dear muse such a sad dreamthat it’d all come to the endi was alonecomradelessi ‘d been all these different placesseen the cities ripped backsidesi stood in front of hundredsa peopleand i sang and i playedand then we droveand we droveand we droveon crystal clear morningsn foggy dawnsthru crumbling towersmountains of stonevast savannahsoh those beautiful forestsoh those mysterious bayousthe heat in the southi loved itand now its all overin 2 days i’ll be skippin’ down the street w/ mah doodleson the way to schoolthis lifen all its noise n rush n excitement n anxietywill seem as a dream to me now oh nevets what a lovely hotel you find yourself inyes muse a gorgeous sentient tree stretched its hands towardsmy first floor balconymy room is bright colourswith great artwork upon the wallcut up collages of mastersruthlessly superimposed on top of each othermy curtains slide all the way back revealing an amazing japanese-y gardena swimming pool with the #s 69 painted on over n overthere are stunning mexican god statuesin mindbending tiny tilesreptiles n buddhasa carefully tended oasisi sit at my desk in my lovely roommy last hotel room/womb for this tourmimesis 2 the instrumental mixesfill the air with soft muted melancholiathe nite before last we slept in the clubthanks to ed who let us sleep on his floorshank hall millwalkeeha it seems like a dream i had a million years agolife speeds upit goes by like blurrthe five week tourall those milesthe conversationsthe pitstopsthe huge roadside mallsfull of starbux, bugger king, kfcu,waffel house, maccasthe guys drivin winnebagoswhere are all the stage techs n bartendersmy time has been sucked into the vortex of pastbeware fiendsstime is moving faster these daysyou all knew it yer heart of hearts tho, […]

deep dark dream
nevets come to surface quickly now
rise up through those layers of you
oh dear muse such a sad dream
that it’d all come to the end
i was alone
comradeless
i ‘d been all these different places
seen the cities ripped backsides
i stood in front of hundredsa people
and i sang and i played
and then we drove
and we drove
and we drove
on crystal clear mornings
n foggy dawns
thru crumbling towers
mountains of stone
vast savannahs
oh those beautiful forests
oh those mysterious bayous
the heat in the south
i loved it
and now its all over
in 2 days i’ll be skippin’ down the street w/ mah doodles
on the way to school
this life
n all its noise n rush n excitement n anxiety
will seem as a dream to me now

oh nevets what a lovely hotel you find yourself in
yes muse
a gorgeous sentient tree stretched its hands towards
my first floor balcony
my room is bright colours
with great artwork upon the wall
cut up collages of masters
ruthlessly superimposed on top of each other
my curtains slide all the way back revealing
an amazing japanese-y garden
a swimming pool with the #s 69 painted on over n over
there are stunning mexican god statues
in mindbending tiny tiles
reptiles n buddhas
a carefully tended oasis
i sit at my desk in my lovely room
my last hotel room/womb for this tour
mimesis 2 the instrumental mixes
fill the air with soft muted melancholia
the nite before last we slept in the club
thanks to ed who let us sleep on his floor
shank hall millwalkee
ha it seems like a dream i had a million years ago
life speeds up
it goes by like blurr
the five week tour
all those miles
the conversations
the pitstops
the huge roadside malls
full of starbux, bugger king, kfcu,waffel house, maccas
the guys drivin winnebagos
where are all the stage techs n bartenders
my time has been sucked into the vortex of past
beware fiendss
time is moving faster these days
you all knew it yer heart of hearts tho, i guess
my dream is over
i can try to clutch at it
but its gone
as if it never happened
now i face a long flight back to australia
where things are easy goin’
thats true
but we dont get audiences like we do in
atlantadetroitsanfranchicagonewyork
and thats just a fact
these places ….
they give us back what we need
that final ingredient for transcendence
the audiences willingness
and will
to make it happen
yes i love sydney n melb n brizzy audiences
and im lookin’ forward to or tour there
but the audiences in america
they deeply understand
they connect
they need
and if they get it
their reciprocated joy
enables musicians to take flight
i’m gonna miss that
its only in the states
cos the states invented show biz folks
yep
all the cliches
all the yardsticks
and before ya say anything else
let me just add that 95 per cent of the venues
we played at on this tour were IMPECCABLE!
beautiful theatres
groovy h.o.b.s
c’mon
i feel fucking priveleged to have played there
at this stage of the game
cos we’re running on sheeer integrity only
and oh i wanna come and play again
cos despite the political stuff
and what say do we poor ordinary people have in that?
yanks?
pommies?
aussies?
cool euro trash?
none of us got much say in the way this poor olde world
is being right royally rogered
so….
this is it
the american people
you know
the ones i met at the gigs
n the people who took the money at the petrol stations
n the strangers who gave me directions when i was lost
n the hotel staff who gave me my magnetic strip kee kards
n the wonderful darling audiences who came n clapped n cheered
i love you
i really do
you fill me with purposes to live
your presence at our shows was magical
i feel honoured to have played before such people as you were
in every city
wonderful committed people
warm hearted modest hard workin’
i met professors, i met heirs, i met carpenters, i met nurses
i met bell man, i met maids, i met people
who didnt seem to know what they were doing
i met people from these comments on here
you know who you are
sorry if i didnae mention ya all
now youve seen me close up
can ya see the real me….canya? canya?
nope you didnt
you saw someone in extraordinary circumstances
that guy wasnt me
im always back home in bondi
on my balcony doing yoga
i can hear evie n aurora talkin n laughin
in their bedroom
nks in the kitchen w/powderfinger or tori amos pumping
baby bumper mobile n dangerous
spring is coming to my adopted home
spring in bondi
oh the cafes
of the night life
oh the romance
oh the blossoming forth of a thousand fragrances n colours
the sea still cold….just how this old beach comber likes it
maybe i made anuff money from this tour
to comb that beach a little
to hang in the sauna n look out over the pacific ocean
to do my laps n see the swimmin’ regs down there everyday
this extreme chapter has almost closed
san francisco last night wassa dream
but i was too tired to knock it over the top
too much jazz!!!!!!!!!!!!
was inundated from the moment i arrived
i wassa smokin spliffs joints reefers pipes with kush
molecular redistributors hurling thc molecules
at yer fucking receptors like nobodies biz
i was tired
i was sad
i was emotional
it was the last show
n i was underwhelmed by myself
just like i guess when the day comes
that we really do our last ever show anywhere
itll be an empty feeling like this
a void
ah good
my olde mate rikki from the bjm rings to says hes comin over
n another friend waldo n his daughter
i gotta day in san fran to maybe buy some pressies
im afraid someones gonna leave before i can say goodbye
robby dicko….what can i say to that guy
what a pleasure
a real gentleman
a classic bona fide olde time film star type
long may you rock olde fruit
and so thats it really isnt it?
you may see me wandrin round san fran today
with presents for silly doodlegirls with wonky teeth
or ya may see me in aveggie restaurant
cryin crocodile tears into mah vegan burrito
or ya may see me smokin the rest of my sf jazz stash
(special thanks to lovely lady with red hair
n altoids tin containing 6 or 7 pre-made numbers
of v. high quality
WOW!)
we did a bit of clowning around at a shriek thing
we walked all the way there thru some bad bits of town
shame on the govts for letting san fran get like that
dirty shabby pissy grotty n nasty
the us aint gotta nuff dough to fix this mess up?
dont make me laugh
n yeah
im naive
i guess im not smart enuff to unnerstand
how a country can let its poor bits get so so so fuckin’ rundown
n if ya dont believe me
then drive into chicago the back way
cos theres concentric rings of poverty
holdin’ up the pretty bits in the middle
i just seen the tip of the iceberg
but as an australian…
and as a human
i was/am shocked at this tragic joke
the needless poverty
the need for socialism
the need to care for the down n outs
people, its no fun having money
when ya trippin’ over the corpses of the destitute
cmon america
take care of yer own
give em some fuckin hope
oh you cold hearted wretches who have wrought this misery
of poverty
i seen stuff thatd make ya weep
america
how can i sum ya up
i love ya so much
i m scared of ya so much
ya so misunderstood
but youre a fuckin goose too sometimes
get with it
everybody
we gotta do the whole thing
we gotta go the whole way
no wars nowhere for no reason
no poverty, we wont stand for it
vegetarianism, no more slaughter of anything
decriiminalise the dope you morons
let school reflect the aspirartions of art n humanity
not sausage machines churning out yes men
switch off the telly you lazy dolt
exercise
breathe
see the beauty of this amazing n terrible land
pray to god for sweet mercy
hang up that mobile phone…dyer really need it?
love
love
love
give it a shot
its the easiest n the hardest thing
think of me tonite
on that miserable jet flyin back home
to nk n mah other darlins
bye the u.s.
see ya round

sk san francisco 12 17
overcast n cool