new happy year

as i sit here in bondi the sound of the chemical brothers soundcheck wafting up the hill i wanted to wish every one of my readers a new happy year from me and the thousands of behind the scenes workers who bring the time being to your screens we would most sincerely like to thank our subscribers without whom….. well you could see this year that i dont make too much from record sales….. it is just an unjust world and nothing is really the way it could be never mind all that of course i also thank top ranking officials within my empire JT, KMc, KLK, DR, HJ,MEM of course SJJM who is a diligent cog in the TTB mechanism i really wish a new happy year whatever that means for whatever its worth….i do…. so watch out and carry a big memory stick the time being will be here in 13 my lucky number too i try to love everyone of you i know i definitely need you all thanks for your comments and contributions in 12 theres still a lot of football left in this game so stay tuned!

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new years prayer

new years prayer

as i sit here in bondi

the sound of the chemical brothers soundcheck wafting up the hill

i wanted to wish every one of my readers

a new happy year from me and the thousands of behind the scenes workers

who bring the time being to your screens

we would most sincerely like to thank our subscribers without whom…..

well you could see this year that i dont make too much from record sales…..

it is just an unjust world and nothing is really the way it could be

never mind all that

of course i also thank top ranking officials within my empire

JT, KMc, KLK, DR, HJ,MEM

of course SJJM who is a diligent cog in the TTB mechanism

i really wish a new happy year whatever that means

for whatever its worth….i do….

so watch out and carry a big memory stick the time being will be here in 13

my lucky number too

i try to love everyone of you

i know i definitely need you all

thanks for your comments and contributions in 12

theres still a lot of football left in this game so stay tuned!

hob it!

  last night i saw the hobbit pretty pretty good film i must admit i have almost nothing bad to say about it the music was a bit predictable n boring tho same old star wars battle music which seems de rigeur these days same old trumpets blasting out like charge of the light brigade da da dadadada da da ! no imagination when youre in another dimension or another reality have unreal music , i say…! a battle between goblins dwarves and wizards should not sound like a 19th century military band! (same complaint about avatar…remember?) the old irish pipesy thing is a bit tedious too after titanic et al…. i saw it in 3D too ….. some nifty effects going on…arrows coming outta the screen etc but i could live without such gimmickry  easily i guess they tried to soup it all up a bit tho get it more up to speed with LOTR…… after all the hobbit is essentially a childrens book i read it to my kids when they were only 7 n they thoroughly enjoyed it they enjoyed the film last night too especially aurora (the human bunny) liked the rabbit chariot there were a few very un-Tolkien quips in there i dunno like some dwarves burying some treasure saying “we’re making a long term deposit…?!” close call whether that stuff is good or bad bad guys wisecracking as they go down…you know the stuff… but it seems churlish to nitpick after such an engrossing film new zealand looks magnificent the actors are great esp bilbo baggins ex of english office thorin oakenshield is well played too with real intensity the special effects and monsters are ok too i guess well awright cant wait for next boxing day for hobbit 2  (pipeweed of destiny?) sk […]

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whats good for the goose is  good for the gandalf

whats good for the goose is good for the gandalf

last night i saw the hobbit

pretty pretty good film

i must admit

i have almost nothing bad to say about it

the music was a bit predictable n boring tho

same old star wars battle music which seems de rigeur these days

same old trumpets blasting out like charge of the light brigade

da da dadadada da da !

no imagination

when youre in another dimension or another reality

have unreal music , i say…!

a battle between goblins dwarves and wizards

should not sound like a 19th century military band!

(same complaint about avatar…remember?)

the old irish pipesy thing is a bit tedious too

after titanic et al….

i saw it in 3D too …..

some nifty effects going on…arrows coming outta the screen etc

but i could live without such gimmickry  easily

i guess they tried to soup it all up a bit tho

get it more up to speed with LOTR……

after all the hobbit is essentially a childrens book

i read it to my kids when they were only 7 n they thoroughly enjoyed it

they enjoyed the film last night too

especially aurora (the human bunny) liked the rabbit chariot

there were a few very un-Tolkien quips in there

i dunno

like some dwarves burying some treasure

saying “we’re making a long term deposit…?!”

close call whether that stuff is good or bad

bad guys wisecracking as they go down…you know the stuff…

but it seems churlish to nitpick after such an engrossing film

new zealand looks magnificent

the actors are great esp bilbo baggins ex of english office

thorin oakenshield is well played too with real intensity

the special effects and monsters are ok too i guess

well awright

cant wait for next boxing day for hobbit 2  (pipeweed of destiny?)

sk bondi nearly at the end of 2012

 

eventually

if the world can hang around long enough if we can survive this era of malevolence …. things will come good ….eventually…. i believe ….eventually… we will see the end of guns , meat and war we will see the end of puritan bullshit like telling us who can get married and what you can do with your own consciousness dont tell me i cant take drugs coz theyre bad for me but then send me to your useless war…. we , the people, never signed on for that… i believe eventually common sense and love will prevail… but it will belong long long after all of us are gone the (human) world lurches towards getting it right in countries like sweden where they are neutral (no war) where the sick and handicapped and the young and old are looked after how can a country not look after these groups, its beyond me… whats the point in all the riches in the world if everyone is in misery around you…? i’m so sick of hearing about second amendment this n that… when those guys framed that constitution they 1 . had only muskets (they did not anticipate guns that could spew bullets!) 2. people didnt randomly shoot school children in those days….. (and why do they now tho?) so i believe eventually guns will be rightly seen as the death dealing instruments they are (obviously) and they will be taken away from EVERYBODY! eventually…… if a comet dont hit us if a nuclear bomb dont blow us apart i have seen this meatless gunless hateless society in my heart n dreams and after all it is what most of us have always wanted a world devoid of horror and endless violence the era of the gun and bomb is over […]

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  or well

or well

if the world can hang around long enough

if we can survive this era of malevolence ….

things will come good ….eventually….

i believe ….eventually…

we will see the end of guns , meat and war

we will see the end of puritan bullshit

like telling us who can get married

and what you can do with your own consciousness

dont tell me i cant take drugs coz theyre bad for me

but then send me to your useless war….

we , the people, never signed on for that…

i believe eventually common sense and love will prevail…

but it will belong long long after all of us are gone

the (human) world lurches towards getting it right

in countries like sweden where they are neutral (no war)

where the sick and handicapped and the young and old are looked after

how can a country not look after these groups, its beyond me…

whats the point in all the riches in the world

if everyone is in misery around you…?

i’m so sick of hearing about second amendment this n that…

when those guys framed that constitution they

1 . had only muskets (they did not anticipate guns that could spew bullets!)

2. people didnt randomly shoot school children in those days…..

(and why do they now tho?)

so i believe eventually

guns will be rightly seen as the death dealing instruments they are (obviously)

and they will be taken away from EVERYBODY! eventually……

if a comet dont hit us

if a nuclear bomb dont blow us apart

i have seen this meatless gunless hateless society in my heart n dreams

and after all it is what most of us have always wanted

a world devoid of horror and endless violence

the era of the gun and bomb is over

they only bring more pain and more guns and bombs

nothing must be killed! we do not have the moral right!

every life is sacred , the beasts as much as us!

we are, if anything, the beasts custodians not their killers….

this is what i believe

i believe so passionately and so thoroughly in anti-meat anti-gun

that on my page i brook no argument

you cannot will not ever persuade me that guns or meat or war are necessary

it is an obscenity to me

I WILL NOT HEAR IT

you can argue with me that god exists

or that this football team will win

or that blah blah is a great record or whatever

i will of course print all that

but on these fundamental points to me there is no argument

just like child abuse or slavery or bestiality or equal rights

there are no pros n cons

there is only the moral law

the moral law is not up for debate

it does not change from year to year or from place to place

it holds me in its orbit

i’m sorry i cannot abide killing

it is not the way forward

that is implied in my music and words

this moral law governs my life and my work

the way forward is (cliche ahead!) love

love the ugly!

love the poor!

love the beasts!

love the syrians and the iranians!

instead of drones send them love actualised!

look after every body

there is enough stuff on this earth for everyone

the obscenely rich must share the wealth

the obscenely poor must be cared for

its christmas time folks

have a little read thru the gospels

see how our man Jeshua handled himself

talk about the middle path

a bunch of angry violent bastards about to stone a woman to death

(this still happening literally and virtually and symbolically today)

Jeshua says :

Yeah go ahead guys …only let the guy who hasnt himself fucked up

chuck the first fucking rock… (more or less)

of course this stopped those bastards in their tracks

well uh i ah guess uh….(they say)

no one can cast that first stone, can they…?

they all wander off grumbling i suppose

the adulterous woman says to J

what should i do….?

J says : go home and try n behave yerself

(the exact aramaic escapes me!)

thats the way things should be done!

instead we have a bunch of homicidal lunatics

(lets call em the same old bunch!)

the leaders of the “free” world

the louder n more often the word liberty is used

is in exact opposite proportion to how it much oppresses its own citizens

the land of the free has more jails and more in jail than anywhere else

you can buy a fuckin gun that can blow away a hundred people in a second

but tim leary got chucked in jail for years for having 2 joints or something

yeah thats real freedom n liberty

you know what ?

i been round the world mostly

i met people from everywhere

italians americans spaniards scandinavians thais brazilians indians

aborigines native americans mexicans eskimos africans you name it

guess what?

there are superficial differences between us

but everyone has that same need to feel loved and safe

to be left alone

everyone everywhere loves their mum n dad n their kids too

didnt matter where i went the people loved their children

the same way the exact same way i love my own

like every hair on the body is precious

like you couldnt bear to see anything bad happen to em

all mammals feel the same way

its hard wired into us

it is inescapable fact of mammal life

that we love (in our own way) our offspring

it would be abhorrent otherwise!

love must prevail

therefore i cannot condone or bear to see happening to others

what i could not bear for myself…

if i was president i could not bear to send even one soldier to his death

because i myself could not bear to see my own son or daughter killed

if i was a slaughterman i could not slaughter one beast

because i could not bear to see one of my own kind slaughtered

you must not deal out that which you cannot bear yourself

(that there is a moral law)

so i am tired of the same old bunch of people killing everybody n everything

and same old bunch of reasons for it

a brave new world requires a little bravery from the people in it

we need a revolution of the heart

JC started or restarted or helped kick along that revolution 2012 years ago (approx)

it requires a bit of bravery to realise the dark age is over if we, the people ,say so

clinging to meat or guns or pre-emptive wars

wars that illegally invade and murder people that are eventually fruitless

in every way

( that there were no fucking WMDs…um .shouldnt someone get into trouble over that?

doesnt someone say..excuse me you just got millions of people killed …

but there were no WMDs…?!)

i’m sorry

the only way to start is zero tolerance

let people  look after their own consciousness

let them marry each other

let them live and have families and enjoy this earths abundance!

i aint going along with killing under any circumstances

it starts here

i can only speak for myself

but that belief is now an absolute in my system

i hope eventually if everyone in some distant future can believe that

we could actually have heaven on earth

until then….

 

meanwhile

ive had a bastard of a day myself

(i speak in relativity here, i am still fortunate and grateful of course!)

i almost drowned because i froze up in the ocean on a bay swim

not fear of sharks like last time

this time i just had a little loss of faith

and at the same time i lost my breath

interesting actually

because in many languages spirit (faith) is same word as breath

so i almost drowned n the more i almost drowned the more i almost drowned…!

then a big wave crashed me into the stairs

winding me and now one of mah ribs is throbbing like a good’un

then my falcon (tibi the 2nd)

is in bad shape

the geeza from garage rings up as i get outta pool

(already reelin’!)

my car is gonna cost every last penny i currently got

and my rego runs out tomorrow!

and my parking doo dah tomorrow

(or they start booking me 120 bucks a pop!)

and a message from my bank feed yer credit card or else!

like everyone else chrimbo has strapped me o’ cash

i appreciate that, believe me

however if any of you out there were thinking of a SK premium subscription

or renewing last years or something along those lines

(a late christmas gift….)

lemme just say

now would be a real handy time to do it

of course if you cant or dont wanna or not interested

that is perfectly okey doke

( no comments along those lines required please)

no worries

just talking to any loaded cats (i probably just denounced in the rich rant…)

any loaded cats out there with a few extra chris-miss bickies

chuck em my way….

subscribing helps me to write this blog in the first place

and

subscribing cos we have stuff coming up….

 

….eventually……..

 

 

love sk bondi blah blah blah

 

ps the garage man

(his name is eugene

i said: careful with that axle, Eugene!

he didnae laugh tho)

he just rang up

“its more than he or i even thought!”

merry christmas tibi 2nd

you just took me to the cleaners !

 

 

a gun in the home increases the chance of being killed by firearms 72 %
a gun in the home is responsible for vast majority of children killed by firearms
a gun in the home is 22 times more likely to be used in a suicide homicide or accident than to be used in self- defence
a gun in the home triples the risk of a homicide
a gun in the home increases the likelihood of suicide fivefold
an abused woman is 6 times more likely to be murdered if there is a gun in the home

 

 

 

 

 

ritual

watch christmas become ritual the incessant demand for gifts the glittery tinsel goes up earlier n earlier the food the pressure the argy bargy didnt hear jesus name mentioned once or any other god did not observe merriness on the streets just drunken idiots we are losing touch with our traditions a celebration with no reason is emptiness itself all those pissed morons yelling and guffawing…..about what…? christmas was some other celebration before it was christmas messiahs returning after darkest days of northern winter we celebrate christmas presumably because we are so happy JC was born yes i know its not his real birthday even…. but what a fuckin’ hodgepodge christmas is now without JCs ostensible presence pine trees (which get chucked out a few days later) fairies baubles candy canes in australia it all seems even stupider in this summer weather n all it makes me uneasy it brings out the worst side of a lotta people too we give gifts to celebrate the birth of JC because (presumably) he gave us a new and better philosophy (which in a nutshell is ) be nice to everyone( seems obvious but it isnt!) for saying this he was killed by the same types who killed MLK JFK and Lennon and Gandhi you know the guys who dont like the peace n love thing the guys who organised WW1 for us peasants but when it was over and a lotta people killed they never explained why but sure enough we give our lives over n over in all these wars like Vietnam..did anybody ever say sorry we were wrong? all those people died in vietnam…all that pain n blood n horror all those children were napalmed for what…? to stop “communism” communism is so bad it must be stopped by tearing […]

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                wanna watch

wanna watch

watch christmas become ritual

the incessant demand for gifts

the glittery tinsel goes up earlier n earlier

the food the pressure the argy bargy

didnt hear jesus name mentioned once or any other god

did not observe merriness on the streets just drunken idiots

we are losing touch with our traditions

a celebration with no reason is emptiness itself

all those pissed morons yelling and guffawing…..about what…?

christmas was some other celebration before it was christmas

messiahs returning after darkest days of northern winter

we celebrate christmas presumably because we are so happy JC was born

yes i know its not his real birthday even….

but what a fuckin’ hodgepodge christmas is now without JCs ostensible presence

pine trees (which get chucked out a few days later) fairies baubles candy canes

in australia it all seems even stupider

in this summer weather n all

it makes me uneasy

it brings out the worst side of a lotta people too

we give gifts to celebrate the birth of JC

because (presumably) he gave us a new and better philosophy

(which in a nutshell is ) be nice to everyone( seems obvious but it isnt!)

for saying this he was killed by the same types who killed MLK JFK and Lennon

and Gandhi

you know the guys who dont like the peace n love thing

the guys who organised WW1 for us peasants

but when it was over and a lotta people killed

they never explained why

but sure enough we give our lives over n over

in all these wars like Vietnam..did anybody ever say sorry we were wrong?

all those people died in vietnam…all that pain n blood n horror

all those children were napalmed for what…? to stop “communism”

communism is so bad it must be stopped by tearing life apart

then drugs are so bad it must be stopped by tearing life apart

if i was the king of the world i would reverse the order

i would make having one little gun or bullet

as illegal as having one kilo of smack

give the whole world one week to give EVERY gun back

and then start

the way they started in on drugs about a hundred years ago

“These drugs are so bad for you youre better off in jail” (we have decided)

(this was really done not to protect you, if they wanted to protect you howcome

you can buy a gun any kinda gun let alone these “assault weapons”)

bust everyone with a gun the way they were busting everyone with a drug

i reckon guns are more of a priority than drugs somehow in “protecting” us

so i’d let all drug police become gun police

ruthlessly hunting down dealers shooters any mother with a gun

IT WOULD BE ILLEGAL TO KILL ANYTHING!

unless blah blah (like it is now with doctors n drugs)

let all the potsmokers outta jail…they never hurt anyone

give em compensation for ignorantly ruining their lives

and hunt down guns

a war on guns…imagine that

and we took every single stupid useless gun and we melted em into ploughshares

and we looked after each other

we fed the hungry

we gave shelter to refugees and the homeless

we looked after our children and our aged and our infirm

we stopped caring about wealth and politics and all this maya

and listened for once to a few of JCs good ideas

the deep cosmic law of life and love which he understood

the paradox of giving it away to get it back

his love for his fellow man which blew everyones mind

his compassion his ahimsa his fucking grooviness

he would not own or use a gun

he would not see people starve

he would hate to see the dumb beasts cruelly penned in misery and filth

he would hate the vietnam war oh god how he would have wept

and the people perpetrating that useless rape touting themselves as “christians”

oh sweet irony

just like the celebration of his birthday

becoming about status and shopping and avarice

and drunk blokes in pubs wearing santa fucking hats

this is a sick n twisted world

this is a bullshit world

those same old alpha male types

that bad bad thinking

theyre always in charge

they eliminate the competition one way or another

gee they never can solve those murders though

all those mad geezas shooting our heroes like johnny wilkes booth

and lee harvey ostrich and marky chapman and sirhan sirhan duran

christ!

this is a stupid world

we are capable of such great things and such repulsive knavery

like vietnam for example

why werent the people behind that war that hopeless evil war

why werent they tried for the crimes against humanity?

when will we peasants stop following this “same old crowd”

and tell em to fuck off n fight the wars themselves!

they are never held accountable . WHY?

merry christmas yeah

but i dont think christ would be digging it much

seriously, do you…?

 

 

 

 

 

Merry christmas & a happy new year to you all x

  

Marty Willson-Piper @ Bimbadgen
Steve Kilbey and Tim Powles
Peter Koppes
TimEbandit Powles

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plunger

perhaps i really have run out of things to say my green and fertile mind yields its last spluttering words i dive into the ocean all day today memories not mine come into my head all  the time because  i am a thought-catcher i arrive in any-town i am any-man it is any-christmas i arrive in cabs and trains i arrive on buses tired i arrive down at the wharf jumping off a ship in a street in an australian town a woman rushes out from her home to greet me we stagger over her threshold with all the baggage in her cool dark house it is always christmas eve in her cool dark house with a budgie and white cat in her cool dark house its always summer i am always arriving this is not my memory i remember nothing of this she leads me into her kitchen where we drink tea and eat sandwiches oh i have been away  (why?) for so long…. away away away away the time drifted away for him in her cool dark small house they drink a beer he smokes a cigarette in australian summer in 1968 the fishtank and the gurgling filter in her cool dark house i struggle to catch her faces in her seaside suburb with its freshest salty air and rusty gates with its seaside graveyard full of unfortunate death in her seaside dark cool house with 2 fords parked outside a ford cortina a ford capri we sit there looking at each other the woman and i although i look i cannot see her only an approximation of this place only a guesswork version of some memory i catch a thought i caught i know the woman is talking to me now though i cant catch the words […]

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         get thee behind me satin

get thee behind me satin

perhaps i really have run out of things to say

my green and fertile mind yields its last spluttering words

i dive into the ocean all day today

memories not mine come into my head all  the time

because  i am a thought-catcher

i arrive in any-town i am any-man

it is any-christmas

i arrive in cabs and trains

i arrive on buses tired

i arrive down at the wharf jumping off a ship

in a street in an australian town

a woman rushes out from her home to greet me

we stagger over her threshold with all the baggage

in her cool dark house it is always christmas eve

in her cool dark house with a budgie and white cat

in her cool dark house its always summer

i am always arriving

this is not my memory

i remember nothing of this

she leads me into her kitchen where we drink tea and eat sandwiches

oh i have been away  (why?) for so long….

away away away away the time drifted away for him

in her cool dark small house they drink a beer he smokes a cigarette

in australian summer in 1968

the fishtank and the gurgling filter

in her cool dark house i struggle to catch her faces

in her seaside suburb with its freshest salty air and rusty gates

with its seaside graveyard full of unfortunate death

in her seaside dark cool house with 2 fords parked outside

a ford cortina a ford capri

we sit there looking at each other

the woman and i

although i look i cannot see her

only an approximation of this place

only a guesswork version of some memory i catch

a thought i caught

i know the woman is talking to me now

though i cant catch the words

she is kissing me

though i cant taste her mouth

and we walk down her long dark hall to her bedroom

in the summer christmas heat a record blares next door

a swimming pool full of kids and laughing in the garage

a plane lands somewhere nearby always

a tv crackles into life in a blocker flats

cant see anything in this darkness

this summer heat i am nearly drunk on it all

birds still singing …oh maestro …..such pretty tunes….

something else i should be doing (thinking very hard!)

anxiety cannot intrude in my caught memory (though it does!)

we lie in her bed

the sheets are not that fresh or clean

the air smells of incense and christmas decorations from long ago

we lie in her bed in her coolest darkest room on the hottest brightest day

oh i love you oh i love you oh i love you

oh i love you too oh i love you too oh you know i do

woman moving on me in darkness

this way and that

around and about

summer christmas 1934 did you say?

kids in the street playing with the hose scream

its miles away just outside her window

where the garbage bin sits against a grey fence

i arrived in a taxi she ran out to meet me

darkness coolness otherness

some other life

some dark cool other life in her arms in 1956

a car pulls up

hang on she says

everything stopped

i hear voices arguing

in a dream i fall asleep in her bed

in a hot cool darkness in a sleepy dream

door opens man comes in

he hits me though i cant feel the punch

woman saying no no no no no no no

woman saying stop stop stop stop

i fighting back

i smashing something heavy on him

in the dark i cant see

i just lashing out

oh horrible sickening sound of it hitting his head

he slumps i jumps up and pulling on my suit

its new years eve 1970 look at me all dressed up

the cops have arrived

out the back i flee for my life now

bicycle through an alleyway down a long concrete corridor

pedalling panting my lungs are bursting although i feel fine

chased and hounded i escaped back on ship away forever

then i awake its a next day

in the cool dark house

summertime christmas

the kids next door have gone overboard with santa snow stencils

a dog barks occasionally in a deep tone like a french horn

we sit in her kitchen eating breakfast

and i can almost taste the toast

 

 

 

 

 

 

world of the end

understanding everything backwards we are endlessly manipulated with all kinda things we follow blindly war upon war same old kinda bunch even tho we lose almost everything again so many dead we never ask for explanations tho they never do the fighting its always us all over the place involved in things we dont understand in this desert away from our green fields and our family we kill some persons and they kill us why are we there? why have we ever been there? why are we far away from our green fields and family? always some new reason some rationale why we are there killing people again just like almost every other year if more people die will we all be free at last? war is over if you want it i guess  

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 just me i'm afraid

just me i’m afraid

understanding everything backwards

we are endlessly manipulated with all kinda things

we follow blindly war upon war

same old kinda bunch

even tho we lose almost everything again

so many dead we never ask for explanations

tho they never do the fighting

its always us

all over the place involved in things we dont understand

in this desert away from our green fields and our family

we kill some persons and they kill us

why are we there?

why have we ever been there?

why are we far away from our green fields and family?

always some new reason some rationale

why we are there killing people again

just like almost every other year

if more people die will we all be free at last?

war is over if you want it i guess

 

momentum

much strangeness comes to past the beat the roar the jackhammer zoo or the jungle menagerie man freak in your skin man you nasty typo in your early late dark age you always survive you surviving still no devil you just another pest screaming at me i cant hear my intuition i gotta belt saddle shoulder sling shot silk shunt another belt of chateau de sade lolly-water perhaps my maps been distorted i expected to find you lost what temple has she come down from …? (i must ask adonis) and who sends such creatures …? (buddha or zeus?) the courtyard was silent no answer forthcoming except the near and quiet sob of a sea the seagulls and fisherman just specks in a painting the smell of the salt the glow of the town i remember the way her face was done up and her evening pulled down with the very clouds as her consorts with lightning as escort with thunder announcing her annunciation and all the moons in the sky thanes to a cult of spearmen and mermen loquacious in remote marine rock the faun boys of golders green a portal to faery yes and a cuppa tea when ya get there i oscillate between a marvellous and a mundane i wish the rain could fall at last i wish the night would come again i wish the world was beautiful and free of man spirits no longer caged in flesh we would roam the aerie aether sparks in her great effulgence we will be sunbeams in a brilliant halo  

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moment to moment

moment to moment

much strangeness comes to past

the beat the roar the jackhammer zoo or the jungle

menagerie man freak in your skin man

you nasty typo in your early late dark age

you always survive you surviving still

no devil you just another pest

screaming at me i cant hear my intuition

i gotta belt saddle shoulder sling shot silk shunt

another belt of chateau de sade lolly-water perhaps

my maps been distorted i expected to find you lost

what temple has she come down from …? (i must ask adonis)

and who sends such creatures …?

(buddha or zeus?)

the courtyard was silent no answer forthcoming

except the near and quiet sob of a sea

the seagulls and fisherman just specks in a painting

the smell of the salt the glow of the town

i remember the way her face was done up

and her evening pulled down

with the very clouds as her consorts

with lightning as escort

with thunder announcing her annunciation

and all the moons in the sky

thanes to a cult of spearmen

and mermen loquacious in remote marine rock

the faun boys of golders green

a portal to faery yes and a cuppa tea when ya get there

i oscillate between a marvellous and a mundane

i wish the rain could fall at last

i wish the night would come again

i wish the world was beautiful and free of man

spirits no longer caged in flesh

we would roam the aerie aether

sparks in her great effulgence

we will be sunbeams in a brilliant halo

 

daddy long legs going for moth

daddy long legs going for a moth howl of wings crack the summer evening inaudible except to a microscope mosquitoes queue up to hover and harass summer night i have known you by the thousands sounds of celebration sounds of fast cars sounds of waves pounding the shore sounds of wind ripping through the trees sound of clouds screaming silently as they slide through thin air the purple blue night with yellow eye windows with palm trees and chimneys and shadow and blur australian night primitive night nights of storms nights of warm gentle rain night from a dream a night from a song a night from galilee with its strange salty air a portentous night filled with hope and with dread a night like all others with trees and with stars a night filled with strangers who drive by in white cars a night filled with echoes from summers in halcyon glow times too lovely to try to describe when things were much better and life was so smooth in a lovely apartment the band sat around and we laughed and smoked pot and listened to pet sounds high up above the pacific ocean over a pool we were famous we were young we were living it large we argued and bickered we joked and we laughed 81 i guess it was towards christmastime but its now and that was a long time ago yet the night is the same night the same gentle slightly misty warm feeling the feeling that something is going to happen and well it might

Photo on 17-12-12 at 9.26 PM
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         my mistake

my mistake

daddy long legs going for a moth

howl of wings crack the summer evening inaudible except to a microscope

mosquitoes queue up to hover and harass

summer night i have known you by the thousands

sounds of celebration sounds of fast cars

sounds of waves pounding the shore

sounds of wind ripping through the trees

sound of clouds screaming silently as they slide through thin air

the purple blue night with yellow eye windows

with palm trees and chimneys and shadow and blur

australian night primitive night

nights of storms nights of warm gentle rain

night from a dream a night from a song

a night from galilee with its strange salty air

a portentous night filled with hope and with dread

a night like all others with trees and with stars

a night filled with strangers who drive by in white cars

a night filled with echoes from summers in halcyon glow

times too lovely to try to describe

when things were much better and life was so smooth

in a lovely apartment the band sat around

and we laughed and smoked pot and listened to pet sounds

high up above the pacific ocean over a pool

we were famous we were young we were living it large

we argued and bickered we joked and we laughed

81 i guess it was towards christmastime

but its now

and that was a long time ago

yet the night is the same night

the same gentle slightly misty warm feeling

the feeling that something is going to happen

and well

it might

tour is over

thats it its finished back at hotel tomorrow i fly home the racket still ringing on in my ears gimme my guitar show me where to play what do i know …i am weary weary beyond all my lives and years and all my tricks yeah i sing here i sing there good evening good night here i come there i go again meeting and greeting would you sign my arm what does it all mean dont i want to talk ? (no!) thanks for everything thanks for nothing the world still turns and people are still stupid people killing children all over the world people fucking with the food and the air and the sea people saying you can do this you cant do that! killing killing killing the people demand more death we havent seen enough gimme a gun and i’ll stop all the shooting gimme a war n i’ll stop all the death more wars more meat more bullets more bombs i’m just a singer my jobs s’posed to be to make you happy nothing ever changes down here tho does it? the very very worst people are largely in charge you can see just by looking at em they dont care you dont care i guess i dont care bring on the diversions sing your song tell your joke ply your axe jump about a bit the philistines are out in force lapping up smug empty froth the buffoon prince minces about like a lump the bilge is pumped out theyre all drunkburnt and sunk more fucking wine over here for the staggering herd rah rah rah cant trust nothing back in my head again right….(sigh) ok…….next?    

underwater room

underwater room

thats it its finished

back at hotel tomorrow i fly home

the racket still ringing on in my ears

gimme my guitar show me where to play

what do i know …i am weary

weary beyond all my lives and years and all my tricks

yeah i sing here

i sing there

good evening good night

here i come there i go again

meeting and greeting would you sign my arm

what does it all mean

dont i want to talk ? (no!)

thanks for everything thanks for nothing

the world still turns and people are still stupid

people killing children all over the world

people fucking with the food and the air and the sea

people saying you can do this you cant do that!

killing killing killing

the people demand more death

we havent seen enough

gimme a gun and i’ll stop all the shooting

gimme a war n i’ll stop all the death

more wars more meat more bullets more bombs

i’m just a singer

my jobs s’posed to be to make you happy

nothing ever changes down here tho does it?

the very very worst people are largely in charge

you can see just by looking at em

they dont care you dont care i guess i dont care

bring on the diversions

sing your song

tell your joke

ply your axe

jump about a bit

the philistines are out in force lapping up smug empty froth

the buffoon prince minces about like a lump

the bilge is pumped out

theyre all drunkburnt and sunk

more fucking wine over here for the staggering herd

rah rah rah

cant trust nothing

back in my head again

right….(sigh)

ok…….next?