shot silk

(this vision has been granted to me) in the earliest days of our earth they say our maker loved us still and gifts were bestowed upon humanity freely oh he lovingly shaped the womens faces in perfection and he gave the men grace and honour this beautiful creator these beautiful gods these incredible gorgeous chances they took certain men and women and lavished on them all divine talents yes half gods they almost were because their poetry was a spell calling forth wonder their paintings were saturated in empathy and feeling ah but their music was unearthly impossible to describe compared to this our greatest symphony would be a dog barking our most tender ballad a scraping door our most lively song a dull ache 2 greatest of these musicians were excelon the singer and rampion the composer excelon looked like a queen and truly she was no man who heard her sing did not fall in love for she looked like aphrodite but she sang like the widowed isis her words seemed written by athene herself but her manner was artemis or kali lord rampion was a wild dissolute genius his music made holy statues smile and shed blissful tears within the space of one minute within the time of one inch rampion would conjure the darkness the light the pathos so poignant musicians broke down in wonder to read his scores so simple so incredibly huge like our universe itself then so minute so complex so fragile so interconnected divinity flowed through his arrangements he broke every rule and proved them simultaneously oh his music healed the broken hearts of old soldiers deserted children sheltered within his softest lullabyes every nation on our earth had an anthem composed by him there are no words to describe his stuff […]

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illumination of the golden ray

(this vision has been granted to me)

in the earliest days of our earth

they say our maker loved us still

and gifts were bestowed upon humanity freely

oh he lovingly shaped the womens faces in perfection

and he gave the men grace and honour

this beautiful creator

these beautiful gods

these incredible gorgeous chances

they took certain men and women

and lavished on them all divine talents

yes half gods they almost were

because their poetry was a spell calling forth wonder

their paintings were saturated in empathy and feeling

ah but their music was unearthly

impossible to describe

compared to this

our greatest symphony would be a dog barking

our most tender ballad a scraping door

our most lively song a dull ache

2 greatest of these musicians were

excelon the singer and rampion the composer

excelon looked like a queen and truly she was

no man who heard her sing did not fall in love

for she looked like aphrodite

but she sang like the widowed isis

her words seemed written by athene herself

but her manner was artemis or kali

lord rampion was a wild dissolute genius

his music made holy statues smile and shed blissful tears

within the space of one minute

within the time of one inch

rampion would conjure the darkness the light the pathos

so poignant musicians broke down in wonder to read his scores

so simple so incredibly huge like our universe itself

then so minute so complex so fragile so interconnected

divinity flowed through his arrangements

he broke every rule and proved them simultaneously

oh his music healed the broken hearts of old soldiers

deserted children sheltered within his softest lullabyes

every nation on our earth had an anthem composed by him

there are no words to describe his stuff

marvellous seems a pale and lifeless word for his work

it was loose yet so precise like a cat taking a bird out of the sky

yes his music quicker than this then slower than forever

musicians who played his symphonies were cured of illnesses

audiences sat stunned and amazed

together they had absolutely everything

it was too much

so unbearably brilliant was their collaboration

it taxed them greatly to perform it at all

they were both subject to the ecstasies that afflict us all here

and so charged was their song

even for they were not immune themselves

can you imagine music at once chaotic yet structured like a mathematical law

inducing deep profound silent reveries a hundredfold more than opium

inducing orgasms which pierced eternity

inducing a joy that was like grief

inducing pineal to release river of DMT

inducing astral selves to rise in dream like sir percival in albion

inducing visions of unending lives

the glory of our gods manifestations as all things living

inducing therefore union in unity within a unified field

the audience transported telepathed sent

lord rampion had mystified his admirers again

oh yes the ladies swooned for rampion

not because of his handsomeness tho he was no doubt that

not for his wealth or his fame though both were seemingly endless

but rampions music spoke to them deep within

deep within a most private and sacred place

deep within where pleasure and prayer are juxtaposed like snakes

deep within each woman in a deep place only a woman could understand

there rampions orchestral thrusts and feints did most surely inflame

yes of course the men loved his music too

that is a given

but the women of those times adored his sounds

for he combined the pain of woman deeper than mens

but he included the propensity for love that guides her

greater than mans

her pleasures her punishments

yes deeper than any man had ever gone before with music

rampion delved deep in the female principle

and he found a bliss that blew his mind

and he found rivers of sensual delights unknown to man

the old ladies

the mature and fertile women

the young girls and female babes

oh all hearkened to rampions strange tune

what were his ingredients but all sounds on earth….?

the sound of a sun slipping into a sky

the sound of a thought lingering on from a dream

the sound of apollos love for ishtar the temple whore

the sound of butterflies roaring as if in vacuum

the sound of safety and warmth and trust

the sound of food and home and sweet summer rain

the sound of sand and water

the song of steel the song of war

the song of prophets the song of the drug addicts

the song of the delirious genius imploding within his own enigma

the torture of endless possibility of creating intoxicating masterpieces

with but one note….

now excelon the queen of voice was to man as rampion was to woman

well her words and the way she sang oh she played every part at once

and she had overtones of spirit

and she had undertones of creature

and yes she was more graceful than a planet

and she never sang one false note or word and could not

in every appearance she was different

shockingly unrecognisably different

how could she contain so many looks…?

people tried to imitate  but she had already transformed on

oh the men paid her song close attention

coupled ferociously with rampions music

yes her words and his music complemented the other

yes her lovely words sometimes fucked his music

and then stabbed men with their anger and shame

yes her words

and his godlike music inculcated beauty that was bewilderment

together they were titans

together they were the alpha and omega

they had everything between them

her voice which had the power to revoke impotence and sickness

the voice which resonated in brains balls and bones

the voice which whispered glimpses of godly mystery

the voice which whispered pure filth as if in abandon and rut

the voice which spoke of nirvana and mother and child and soul

and her words which were koans which were a cant which were inexplicable

in every language in no language at all

her voice and words did not promise joy

there were joy unto themselves

they alluded to nothing but wonder

yet they were intimate

each man secretly believed she addressed only him

in his heart of hearts her song blossomed as rapture

an energising stimulant a soothing painkiller

men in love with her were as mad lovers in the heat of it all

yes somehow she reached inside the mens hearts and garments

and she used her voice and her words to weave gossamer chains

and the men were then gladly bound in bondage to her glorious song

and each listened to each song in eternal astonishment at its power

and never did one grew tired not ever …..

 

tomorrow part 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nymphomania

in the hollow where its never empty in the place of darkness in the time set aside for a purpose i see her come through my cold haze i see her kneeling on the floor i see her return and climb aboard the white skin mouth the red stain the unquenchable abyss i dive in i dive in deep suddenly everything is potent suddenly every caress has some hidden opposite voices cry out in the night in the eternal room they dine on taboos they do all the wrong things there everything is acting most unnaturally in the eye of the fever is a cool calm sin after sin after sin hard to escape its gravity easy to escape a pull flesh on flesh on flesh on flesh i am surrounded by naked women oh how they writhe and tempt me i feel so cruel i feel so kind all kinds of women stupid and brilliant pretty and plain i am some high up official in some government i am a one man orgy i bring saturnalia on a saturday night music pounds in the distance some divine creature kisses my back some other morsel anoints my feet and we kiss everyone there tongues darting in mouths like little fish my little fish who swim around me nibbling my piscina is overflowing i open my veins to the 7 winds and 4 seas i drown in tits n ass i go down in my dreamy way sinking sinking away i stop breathing at some point ive held my breath for weeks i bathe the infirm goddesses who are too languid to care i undress them with my greediest fingers tugging all along i am hot and red and bathed in sweat i am in a cage where i ought to […]

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trank

in the hollow where its never empty

in the place of darkness

in the time set aside for a purpose

i see her come through my cold haze

i see her kneeling on the floor

i see her return and climb aboard

the white skin

mouth the red stain

the unquenchable abyss

i dive in i dive in deep

suddenly everything is potent

suddenly every caress has some hidden opposite

voices cry out in the night

in the eternal room they dine on taboos

they do all the wrong things there

everything is acting most unnaturally

in the eye of the fever is a cool calm

sin after sin after sin

hard to escape its gravity

easy to escape a pull

flesh on flesh on flesh on flesh

i am surrounded by naked women

oh how they writhe and tempt me

i feel so cruel i feel so kind

all kinds of women

stupid and brilliant

pretty and plain

i am some high up official in some government

i am a one man orgy

i bring saturnalia on a saturday night

music pounds in the distance

some divine creature kisses my back

some other morsel anoints my feet

and we kiss everyone there

tongues darting in mouths like little fish

my little fish who swim around me nibbling

my piscina is overflowing

i open my veins to the 7 winds and 4 seas

i drown in tits n ass

i go down in my dreamy way

sinking sinking away

i stop breathing at some point

ive held my breath for weeks

i bathe the infirm goddesses who are too languid to care

i undress them with my greediest fingers

tugging all along

i am hot and red and bathed in sweat

i am in a cage where i ought to be

i will be caught and eaten alive

i am just there in the still of dawn

holding on in the grey light of time

carnality so good and obvious

let us enjoy ourselves eh fellows ….?

we are not here to be monks

we are not here to be fucking namby pamby

do something properly improper if it exists

let your hands grab

let your fingers squeeze

let your eyes devour, gentlemen

let your loins be girded

and let all your christmases be white

 

Hologram of Baal double CD – back in stock

Back In Stock Thanks to all our the church fans for keeping us informed about music they are after. Band members are actively involved in ensuring that hard to get church music is in stock and we appreciate the feedback we get from all of you. Hologram of Baal CD We now have the Hologram of Baal CD with the bonus Bastard Universe EP (four track, UK version). Only 7500 of these CD’s included the bonus EP. “ Read a fan review here

Hologram of Baal

Back In Stock

Thanks to all our the church fans for keeping us informed about music they are after.
Band members are actively involved in ensuring that hard to get church music is in stock and we appreciate the feedback we get from all of you.

Hologram of Baal CD
We now have the Hologram of Baal CD with the bonus Bastard Universe EP (four track, UK version).
Only 7500 of these CD’s included the bonus EP. “
Read a fan review here

a perfect night

a black cat night i have forgotten my name i have forgotten my self oh finally i seem to be someone else i look out at all this with my new eyes i touch the night with my new hands in australia where it is primitive nature runs rampant the bugs are omnipresent the trees and plants and flowers hustle in shadows cars driving here and there and back again friday night picking up momentum wind picks up dealer picks up ambulance picks up taxi picks up guitarist picks up drummer picks up music begins a symphony for friday night perfect night ive never heard music like this i never knew a night like this perfect temperature perfect sky perfect breeze perfect trees still some cruel morning will shatter it and i’ll be me again in a trice you can be sure

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lost and frowned

a black cat night

i have forgotten my name i have forgotten my self

oh finally i seem to be someone else

i look out at all this with my new eyes

i touch the night with my new hands

in australia where it is primitive

nature runs rampant

the bugs are omnipresent

the trees and plants and flowers hustle in shadows

cars driving here and there and back again

friday night picking up momentum

wind picks up

dealer picks up

ambulance picks up

taxi picks up

guitarist picks up

drummer picks up

music begins

a symphony for friday night perfect night

ive never heard music like this

i never knew a night like this

perfect temperature

perfect sky

perfect breeze perfect trees

still some cruel morning will shatter it

and i’ll be me again in a trice

you can be sure

Marty Willson-Piper and Tiare Helberg in Melbourne – Wed 7th March 2012

The Toff On The Town, City, Melbourne – Wednesday 7th March – an abridged version of the previous Sydney sets. A reverse F. Scott Fitzgerald type journey from fifty three year old man to a child in his twenties, Marty Willson-Piper’s “Decayed” tour is a journey through the immortality of music. Performing a selection of songs from each of his catalogue of solo albums and associated projects from the past 3 decades. This intimate setting presented by the In Deep Music Archive also showcases Tiare’s debut shows playing songs from her two evocative EP’s The Inconsolable Isolation Of Intimacy and Black Unicorn. Conjurers of darkness in Tiare’s band for Melbourne are Producer/Musican David Skeet, multi-instrumentalist Craig Wilson and MWP. Also this is an opportunity for anyone that wishes to donate any records, CD’s or music new or old in any format including books, magazines and battered tubas to The In Deep Music Archive to do so at the shows. Go here for more info: http://www.facebook.com/pages/In-Deep-Music-Archive/156942547687842  

The Toff On The Town, City, Melbourne – Wednesday 7th March – an abridged version of the previous Sydney sets.

A reverse F. Scott Fitzgerald type journey from fifty three year old man to a child in his twenties, Marty Willson-Piper’s “Decayed” tour is a journey through the immortality of music.

Performing a selection of songs from each of his catalogue of solo albums and associated projects from the past 3 decades.

This intimate setting presented by the In Deep Music Archive also showcases Tiare’s debut shows playing songs from her two evocative EP’s The Inconsolable Isolation Of Intimacy and Black Unicorn. Conjurers of darkness in Tiare’s band for Melbourne are Producer/Musican David Skeet, multi-instrumentalist Craig Wilson and MWP.

Also this is an opportunity for anyone that wishes to donate any records, CD’s or music new or old in any format including books, magazines and battered tubas to The In Deep Music Archive to do so at the shows. Go here for more info: http://www.facebook.com/pages/In-Deep-Music-Archive/156942547687842

 

Isidore album streaming now

The new ISIDORE album (Jeffery Cain and Steve Kilbey) called Life Somewhere Else is streaming now via their website http://www.soundisidore.com/ This long awaited release is due out at the end of February and will be available from the churchmerch store.

Isidore-Life-Somewhere-Else

The new ISIDORE album (Jeffery Cain and Steve Kilbey) called Life Somewhere Else is streaming now via their website
http://www.soundisidore.com/

This long awaited release is due out at the end of February and will be available from the churchmerch store.

everything up n till now

now is elusive then is gone sometimes the sand contains footprints although no one has walked upon it my moon in its absence a vivid crescent scar the suburbs around the asylum are strangely jungle like we never seem to arrive anywhere much although we travel so intently i have lived in every house on this street as each new life dawns i move one door closer to morning yes i move out of night where things are uncertain i leave a beast in me behind in darkness i leave breadcrumbs to find my way back poets lost in naive forests the pastel trees the gouache fruits turned hard the acrylic sun with its metallic gold rays i pick up my gigantic heavy axe from overhead music is transmitted down down signal is apprehended its imagistic messages are stored in my cortex the middleman has gone the portal is open i begin the ascent of my everest no i’m sitting here in the luxuriant dark smelling like a mediterranean fig telling you the same old jig still some hope that you can dig  

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glittering out there

now is elusive

then is gone

sometimes the sand contains footprints

although no one has walked upon it

my moon in its absence a vivid crescent scar

the suburbs around the asylum are strangely jungle like

we never seem to arrive anywhere much

although we travel so intently

i have lived in every house on this street

as each new life dawns i move one door closer to morning

yes i move out of night where things are uncertain

i leave a beast in me behind in darkness

i leave breadcrumbs to find my way back

poets lost in naive forests

the pastel trees the gouache fruits turned hard

the acrylic sun with its metallic gold rays

i pick up my gigantic heavy axe

from overhead music is transmitted down down

signal is apprehended

its imagistic messages are stored in my cortex

the middleman has gone

the portal is open

i begin the ascent of my everest

no

i’m sitting here in the luxuriant dark

smelling like a mediterranean fig

telling you the same old jig

still

some hope that you can dig

 

absolution

serenity grant me a god i am in love with this earth i want to know who fashioned her green seas and who colours these azure heavens and who is that causes stars to fall in white lines and who guides the bloom from the bud and who teaches the first bird to fly who has given the bees honey who has given the river to the salmon i am in love in this earth its waterfalls its gorgeous palms its rainbows arcing up the sky its verdant lands under sun and moon the lovely women of this earth as they sing as they work as they sway the wonderful women of this planet as they sleep as they remember as they love i am in love with the women in the sky i am in love with the women in the water i am in love with the women who no longer live i am in love with delilah and sheba and jezebel i am in love with athene and elektra and radha i am in love with the touch with the feeling i am in love with this sweet world i am a fool i kiss the shore i kiss the cloud i kiss the waves i kiss daughter i kiss sister i kiss mother i kiss other i kiss the future goodbye god who made god your world is very lovely i am in love with parrot i am in love with black cat i am in love with music i am a fool god who made the god who made this world god of man god who created woman a man in love with god and woman i am just another man i love my tiny daughter i love girls i love them all i am […]

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attic man

serenity grant me a god

i am in love with this earth

i want to know who fashioned her green seas

and who colours these azure heavens

and who is that causes stars to fall in white lines

and who guides the bloom from the bud

and who teaches the first bird to fly

who has given the bees honey

who has given the river to the salmon

i am in love in this earth

its waterfalls its gorgeous palms

its rainbows arcing up the sky

its verdant lands under sun and moon

the lovely women of this earth

as they sing as they work as they sway

the wonderful women of this planet

as they sleep as they remember as they love

i am in love with the women in the sky

i am in love with the women in the water

i am in love with the women who no longer live

i am in love with delilah and sheba and jezebel

i am in love with athene and elektra and radha

i am in love with the touch with the feeling

i am in love with this sweet world i am a fool

i kiss the shore i kiss the cloud i kiss the waves

i kiss daughter i kiss sister i kiss mother i kiss other

i kiss the future goodbye

god who made god

your world is very lovely

i am in love with parrot i am in love with black cat

i am in love with music

i am a fool

god who made the god who made this world

god of man god who created woman

a man in love with god and woman i am

just another man i love my tiny daughter

i love girls i love them all i am a fool

the music i hear in the womens voices

the paintings i see in their eyes

the mornings i see in their afternoons

who made these afternoons of gentlest grey

who made these perfect raindrops

who made these ferns and these flowers

i am in love with the rain

i am in love with the earth itself

it seems to speak somehow

it seems to retain our memory

everything all mixed up i expect

the way man grows in woman

the way tree grows in earth

the way storm grows in sky

all filled with spirit

all filled with life

the dead return among us

the souls go round and round

the music is playing

everything is dancing to it

mountain city sun and sea

they say

everything is OK

 

music from another time being

coming up the valleys and into the hills child it was a time of celebration and prayer a morning of the universal day the twilight of memories now gone before all this even we were others we were glorious lithe warriors how we leapt thru the enemy like ghosts oh how we streamed twirled and struck oh how we glutted on their wine and wives some parts of us forget we hid in swamps we flew in skies we dug in the earths we slipped through their seas we mastered music we mastered art we mastered beast we mastered cosmic winds which hauled our souls and their baggage we climbed aboard ships in africa and we fell off women in lemuria i was a clown i was a hunter i was a merchant you were a wolf you were a star you were a scientist we caroused through temples and we meditated in motels cut off from humanity white noise of the rain the rain cleansed us the rain bound us to the ground while natures forest hemmed us in words woven by ancestors distant and certainly strange we struggle with the meaning of their sutras and formulae or is it we pretend not to know what our hearts most fear to hear….? that there is no god that there is no hope that this is all an accident that its all a mistake something in us cannot accept it we are in inner conflict and turmoil over this they say life is stupid but we are smart unbearable to be wrong so we never question it still i feel some guidance in my hand still i hear some whisper in my head still i feel some movement in my etheric double i remember pasts i have broken down walls […]

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storey of my life

coming up the valleys and into the hills

child it was a time of celebration and prayer

a morning of the universal day

the twilight of memories now gone

before all this even we were others

we were glorious lithe warriors

how we leapt thru the enemy like ghosts

oh how we streamed twirled and struck

oh how we glutted on their wine and wives

some parts of us forget

we hid in swamps we flew in skies

we dug in the earths

we slipped through their seas

we mastered music we mastered art we mastered beast

we mastered cosmic winds which hauled our souls and their baggage

we climbed aboard ships in africa

and we fell off women in lemuria

i was a clown i was a hunter i was a merchant

you were a wolf you were a star you were a scientist

we caroused through temples and we meditated in motels

cut off from humanity

white noise of the rain

the rain cleansed us

the rain bound us to the ground

while natures forest hemmed us in

words woven by ancestors distant and certainly strange

we struggle with the meaning of their sutras and formulae

or is it we pretend not to know

what our hearts most fear to hear….?

that there is no god

that there is no hope

that this is all an accident

that its all a mistake

something in us cannot accept it

we are in inner conflict and turmoil over this

they say life is stupid but we are smart

unbearable to be wrong so we never question it

still i feel some guidance in my hand

still i hear some whisper in my head

still i feel some movement in my etheric double

i remember pasts i have broken down walls in my mind

i must shoulder all of humanity even tho it doth not exist

i must feed the animal at my door

i must stoke the ravenous fire of creation and destruction

things must come in and other things go out of my world

i must loom large or shrink small

i await further instructions of my sweet liege lord

i understand the signs you will send in symbols and impressions

i will read the clouds and listen in to silences profound

i will dismantle my defences so as to absorb your divine sky

i will kneel to your beautiful images

of thoth and krishna and christos and other saints

oh blessed one say it is true…!

say one day we will walk together on days that last forever

lost in your lovely song in pastures of the bluest cranes

where lotus blooms and wild honey seeps neath arbours bough

little spider spins her silver web

and stately swans drift on Acheron

along the fields of Taliesin

or in lambent company

with you

 

 

 

Steve Kilbey in Van Park production

VAN PARK play – John Paul Young and Steve Kilbey plus a very talented cast of eclectic performers appear in this hilarious comedy from 21st March to April 1st in Melbourne Victoria AU. Dates: Preview 21 March Opening 22 March – 1 April Wednesday, Thursday & Friday @ 8pm Saturday @ 4pm & 8pm Sunday @ 6pm Tickets: Preview – All tickets $35. $45 Full, $39 Concession + transaction fee Venue: Chapel Off Chapel Info here http://chapeloffchapel.com.au/melbourne-comedy-theatre-art/melbourne-events/melbourne-comedy/van-park-a-musical-comedy-21-march-1-april/  

VAN PARK play – John Paul Young and Steve Kilbey plus a very talented cast of eclectic performers appear in this hilarious comedy from 21st March to April 1st in Melbourne Victoria AU. Dates: Preview 21 March
Opening 22 March – 1 April Wednesday, Thursday & Friday @ 8pm Saturday @ 4pm & 8pm Sunday @ 6pm

Tickets: Preview – All tickets $35. $45 Full, $39 Concession + transaction fee

Venue: Chapel Off Chapel
Info here http://chapeloffchapel.com.au/melbourne-comedy-theatre-art/melbourne-events/melbourne-comedy/van-park-a-musical-comedy-21-march-1-april/