posted on February 24, 2012 at 7:43 pm
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
i can totally relate to this!
you articulate feelings and ideas so well……
just imagine if you were a politician.
thank god your’e not.
and andy thanks for the housewarming card
wow that was very nice and we were touched
ahhhhh, sounds like the place to be
lustrous luna pick ups
The Wizards are with you tonight sk. Looking fine in this pic , good for you, and Friday night it was made for fun. The heavens have opened up here but it won’t stop the night music. I am off to see what the night tunes have installed for me . You sk ejoy yourself. TaTa
oh,man, a great song. needs 3 chords and a bridge. ride this wave to the beach. WP
computer flickering in the stillness of space
we float among the modules like autumn leaves
our spaces are illuminated, but the stars are brighter
we’ve been traversing out here for almost nine years now
our oxygen converters are replinishing rather well
but the dehydrated rations are less than desirable
the short range sensors have picked up something interesting
a blue planet with perfect curvature and beautiful lines
audio sensors detect an almost infinite degree of sounds
music, voice, more music, biological activity, even more music
a large island continent is starting to come into view
we’ll deploy a probe to the surface for a more detailed view
being an explorer couldn’t be any more perfect than it is now
we’ve already managed to decode some of the audio
it sounds like a humanoid is singing
“you’re so deluxe, you’re so divine, you’re so fifty light years…”
we’ll decipher the rest and issue our report
I love the darkness of pure night. With no back lit moon.The darkness engulfs, it absorbs the light deep into it’d pockets and tucks it quietly away. Whereas the light is so impatient ; hurrying up to get up high in the day sky…to look around , to take it all in…all of the splendor of what you may have missed the day before. The dark shows no jealousy , it is perfectly patient…it waits its turn.
Have you ever gazed down at the ground when day begins to turn to night + the darkness comes. Watch with wonder as the blackness swallows its prey…anything left with but a little reflection still caught in the grasp. The dark fills the webbing, the day+ the light have nowhere to go , no where hide.
Awaiting its eventual ….victim (s).
So many say, just illuminate everything. Make darkness no more. But at the fringe, at the very edge , it shall wait…it will wander about in the form of its doppleganger , the shadows. It will eventually triumph, because eventually someone will turn off the lights…
Have a grand weekend, hope you can find some time to properly unpack. You may have some of that left, some of ur life labeled as boxes, . Just take that extra 15-30 minutes and finish it, before the darkness comes and youve lost the time of light and true darkness will own you til the sun illuminates off in the darkening distance…which now is closing inc as shadows disappear one by one….
Be well and healthy, I’m finally at 40-50% percent. That was the worst injection Monday, and the worst aftermath, iv never saw it coming. I was so sick& I thought for sure I was heading back in the hospital as a precaution, I was in nasty shape, still can barely move my head. Guess thats not bad enough anymore. The pain was so ongoing, so intense, I’m glad to he healing some for a day…I thought I locked in the dance with pain for some time, I guess another person partnered up with the evil companion and I will sit on the edge, along with the darkness, waiting for the light.
AzAlwayz,
Darrin JK
A funny to make ya smile-
“The world is in complete shock today after learning of the sudden and untimely death of an american icon, an American institution. The Energizer Bunny was pronounced dead at aprox 3:42am last night. Preliminary autopsy assumes a possibility of foul play. From an inside source, who has chosen to remain anonymous, the rabbit died of possible over- stimulation.
It appears someone switched his/ her batteries AROUND and the bunny just kept on ‘ coming and coming and cuming ‘.
Their will be grief counselors set up to deal with the aftermath. Somone from TMZ has reported to be in possession of a picture before the bunnies demise and stated , I quote “that was the most fun that little bunny ever had, all that running around and around, the pour little guy almost found his real calling In porn , to bad, what a shame , another dream possibly shattered”.
Embrace+*+
Makes me miss Australia.
Miss those barmy nights. Even miss the insects noises which used to bug (*boom tish*) me so very much..
Perfect and so rare. It’s time to create and try for more.
“Comment on a perfect light”
There’s some sort of satisfaction in keeping the cell phone attached to its battery
Loading information, loading the overload
There’s some sort of satisfaction in waking up early to swim
Doing the right thing
For the first time doing the right thing
But… there’s this detail that subtracts from hours wasted
This detail in the ludicrous wind in the eyes of the storm in the eyelids of the leads
This detail in the almost last message you sent I didn’t fully open until now
This detail in the scent of ascension
Elevating from the norm
This this this detail in the tune you blow
Detail detached from plastic everything, all that is correct and going
All that is conquered, all that is learned, all that is beautifully in place
Finally, initially in place
But what is this place?
Is this where you live?
Stories from English teachers of English meeting women made of bronze
It is where we leave
No answer, no certainty, no prudence, no judge
Succumbing
In rouge beauty, in incoherent but undeniable feeling
In unison, in one sun
In a night of light, satellite and web
In a moment, in a pause from the straight way
I have to deviate
How the devil ate
My senses, no right or wrong
When you ring
Mystified to the brim
There is this detail announced in musk
There is this detail in triumphant music
There is this detail dressed in yearning
In the night of no failure
This detail, a perversion of infrastructure and organization
Diversion from the illuminated hall
This detail that corrodes darkness in candlelit frizz
And comes like a comet to my door
This detail spilling over my legs
And singing in my arms
Sometimes it’s your malfunctioned heart
In an imprecise puerile trace
Sometimes it’s just me
In the slow-mo race.
As long as you dont feel like Doyle Lonnegan…
Nice drop of words on us. Always feel honored…and blessed that is, “”*”".
Simply astonishing and always trying to improve…a diamond gem- flawless.
2007 contained a Great performance, great banter+ my favorite version of Comedown. The setlist is flawless. If someone reading has not viewed or owned this DVD , please find a way to get asap . It’s golden not fools gold like the movie award show this weekend in these splintering states.
Just a fantastic performance- SK. Frozen no w forever in framed small amounts, lost moments.
Gonna take the next couple hours and revisit the “Steve Kilbey Live” acoustic set from, NZ in a smoky
intimate setting.
It literally contains magic
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thanks for the kind words !
Somewhere in the cold thin ionosphere god is knitting the violet fabric of night. Your city is starving and ill, it’s streets tangled like nerves and flooded with invisible tears. You want to lift the curse though you’re not any stronger than those around you — but you want to happen, you don’t want to be gone without a trace — you’ve been given this enormous task of thawing frozen souls and tonight you wonder if you can generate enough heat. Your songs have given shelter to so many, but now, when the violet night is barking mad, deafening silence is taunting the unrelieved pain. You step out your 8th floor window to escape the pain — up until now you didn’t know that you have wings… they lift you into the open flames — and you last night falls off the tips of the god’s knitting needles, sweeping the stars off the path of the golden chariot.
ooh nice!
it’s a feeble attempt at translation — a very loose one at that — of a song written in 1989 — believe me the original is infinitely more powerful — dedicated to a young musician who indeed stepped out of the window… the creepy part is that it was written just days before the event — so understandably the author was in shock about having predicted his friend’s fate. hence the dedication. the title is night flight, and the guitar bridge in the middle sounds like heavy rain…
here’s that guitar bridge…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTjVrhU9a78
i post it here, at the less-traveled area because it’s archived… very few at most will see…
came back from russia such a smoldering mess i can hardly articulate anything however —
my fuzzy sentimental gratitude for knowing about you —-
unique crazy brilliant magician — you have a talent beyond music and other art forms — it’s in being a human being, if that makes any sense…
god, i hope these feelings give something back to you, at least a faintest flicker…
a warm awkward hug around your shoulders in hopes to chase away your aches ————
love