ephemeron (a slight return)

it was the first line of the first return the sky had already received a five star review in the great cities of europe and the americas the magician and his assistant wife the cafes du lait with creamy walls the old aerodromes a carafe of fresh orange juice all possible places at once are imposed upon each other all these cities in one city all these rooms in one room all these stories in one story all these words in one word : imagine bizarre and random life in the sun you are old and young with your rippling reflection you are no man or woman you are a character you live so this thing i write on you may exist sitting at this table guzzling sangria with you inside your new skin under these palm lined boulevards in endless dusk lost into the alleys of brighton and paris which stink of piss unafraid on some hillside i stroll confidently through the slums i do deals with the beggars who fool me over and over later i order expensive meals i cannot ever pay for overlooking the gorges the rivers the cathedrals the birdseye gaze of a madman as he drifts out of his world throw open the doors to the weeks to come old fisherman repeating the 1000 names of maria mother of god the candles splutter on in warm dark of another church some dashing waiter like a b grade zorro against vista panoramica a guy shows up in a building to read the meters a ruined garden of frenzied gardenias estates in decline with doors for windows conesuela sits on her train going endlessly to the beach almost never arriving where the castles hit the shore and one million mixed up casanovas in casinos and bars their […]

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maybe i'm a mage

maybe i’m a mage

it was the first line of the first return

the sky had already received a five star review

in the great cities of europe and the americas

the magician and his assistant wife

the cafes du lait with creamy walls

the old aerodromes a carafe of fresh orange juice

all possible places at once are imposed upon each other

all these cities in one city

all these rooms in one room

all these stories in one story

all these words in one word :

imagine

bizarre and random life in the sun

you are old and young with your rippling reflection

you are no man or woman

you are a character

you live so this thing i write on you may exist

sitting at this table guzzling sangria with you inside your new skin

under these palm lined boulevards in endless dusk

lost into the alleys of brighton and paris which stink of piss

unafraid on some hillside i stroll confidently through the slums

i do deals with the beggars who fool me over and over

later i order expensive meals i cannot ever pay for

overlooking the gorges the rivers the cathedrals

the birdseye gaze of a madman as he drifts out of his world

throw open the doors to the weeks to come

old fisherman repeating the 1000 names of maria mother of god

the candles splutter on in warm dark of another church

some dashing waiter like a b grade zorro against vista panoramica

a guy shows up in a building to read the meters

a ruined garden of frenzied gardenias

estates in decline with doors for windows

conesuela sits on her train going endlessly to the beach

almost never arriving where the castles hit the shore

and one million mixed up casanovas in casinos and bars

their phones are full of distant voices they hear from as within a haze

we cannot approach their lives

with certainty they face the same day after day after day

in the swirling turmoil of the stage i have lost my locus

in the spells and all the tinkling little bells

as the lights flash and change the faces

in the bolted lightning struck lake villa nova

in white verse the poet bangs out his poem

coffee and hash and the orient as always and as ever

the world is snatched away for him

in germany for afternoons of grey sky peaceful suburbs

my wander down the streets of closed saturday evening shops

the epic work always beyond your meagre reach

you meet people outside your magic shows

you shake their hands although it was a hundred years ago

the peasants and nobleman all accept you now

many by their arrogance have ignored gods admonitions

the famous rivers cut across the famous places

the many friends we once had…where are they now?

in some pastelaria i dangle little estevao on my knee

in my old black clothes and my busted wand

i still struggle to understand all the small gold coins in my hand

at home conesuela lies in bed all day dreaming of her train

the atlantic beach the neglected sea calmly awaits her arrival

another blue day dawns and the foreign birds sing

the washing fades away on the lines

at another cafe at another monument

the cold beer flows and the touristas all gawk

which ever way i walk

i hardly ever find my way home

 

 

 

 

 

heathrow london

sitting here at heathrow airport on my way home normal service to be resumed as soon as i get back lovely days in sweden seeing friends n lou lous and a short but well needed holiday in portugal have refreshed me i get back and start rehearsal almost immediately my bass playing calluses have all worn off so gotta go thru all that again bass playing causes horrendous blisters that eventually become calluses but they have all turned into mush without use (much like the human brain) soon we will be back on the road doing the b. crusade and f. deeper in a aussie capital near you soon looking forward to seeing my dear kids A and E and S again they all look like they’ve grown up while away thanks for all the support and stuff people i promise a real bloggie when i get back and can smoke summa that stuff that inspires me to write all the usual stupid things i do i love you all sk the airport in lunnon (and nervous ahead of nearly 24 hours of flying!) thank christ for valium xxxx   zzzzz

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Photo on 21-06-2015 at 3.11 pm

sitting here at heathrow airport

on my way home

normal service to be resumed as soon as i get back

lovely days in sweden seeing friends n lou lous

and a short but well needed holiday in portugal have refreshed me

i get back and start rehearsal almost immediately

my bass playing calluses have all worn off

so gotta go thru all that again

bass playing causes horrendous blisters that eventually become calluses

but they have all turned into mush without use

(much like the human brain)

soon we will be back on the road doing the b. crusade and f. deeper

in a aussie capital near you soon

looking forward to seeing my dear kids A and E and S again

they all look like they’ve grown up while away

thanks for all the support and stuff people

i promise a real bloggie when i get back and can smoke summa that stuff

that inspires me to write all the usual stupid things i do

i love you all

sk the airport in lunnon (and nervous ahead of nearly 24 hours of flying!)

thank christ for valium

xxxx

 

zzzzz

its all too much

i am writing from my darling daughter minnas apartment in stockholm she and leo (her lovely bloke) have gone to italy for a week leaving me to water the flowers and enjoy the miserable summer wevver well the euro tour my oh my the church are now an unstoppable force my colleagues in this band are just fucking superb tim the most walloping yet intelligent drummer ever peter koppes …what can you say about this guy except he is a fucking maestro ian haug after convincing america he has now convinced europe he has more than slotted in he has enriched us craigie wilson up the back on utility (he hates that term btw) he is truly a member of the band now a multi instrumental marvel and a delightful human being our crew are an amazing crew and me..? well i have stepped up to the plate and firing with everything i got we nailed every fucking gig 2 encores in london n brighton (no i did not see nick cave walking his poodle or buying black dye) (as many have asked me) the band is now unbelievably uplifting and inspiring it was the happiest and most fulfilling tour ever despite sleeping on el bunko in bus every night now I’m in sweden we celebrated Elli n Minnas 24th yesterday and wow! what a great party that was at a japanese/peruvian restaurant everyone was there including one of dearest friends mr martin krall karin and i are the marvellously proud parents of these 2 beautiful kind warm hearted girls and tears of happiness were flowing all night their friends are the loveliest people and i felt so truly a part of it all and people say you’re a proud papa but i tell ya it is way beyond that […]

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i am writing from my darling daughter minnas apartment in stockholm

she and leo (her lovely bloke) have gone to italy for a week

leaving me to water the flowers and enjoy the miserable summer wevver

well the euro tour my oh my

the church are now an unstoppable force

my colleagues in this band are just fucking superb

tim the most walloping yet intelligent drummer ever

peter koppes …what can you say about this guy except he is a fucking maestro

ian haug after convincing america he has now convinced europe

he has more than slotted in

he has enriched us

craigie wilson up the back on utility (he hates that term btw)

he is truly a member of the band now

a multi instrumental marvel and a delightful human being

our crew are an amazing crew

and me..?

well i have stepped up to the plate and firing with everything i got

we nailed every fucking gig

2 encores in london n brighton

(no i did not see nick cave walking his poodle or buying black dye)

(as many have asked me)

the band is now unbelievably uplifting and inspiring

it was the happiest and most fulfilling tour ever

despite sleeping on el bunko in bus every night

now I’m in sweden

we celebrated Elli n Minnas 24th yesterday

and wow! what a great party that was

at a japanese/peruvian restaurant

everyone was there including one of dearest friends

mr martin krall

karin and i are the marvellously proud parents

of these 2 beautiful kind warm hearted girls

and tears of happiness were flowing all night

their friends are the loveliest people

and i felt so truly a part of it all

and people say you’re a proud papa

but i tell ya it is way beyond that

they are so blindingly gorgeous and yet comical

good naturedly ragging on their silly old dad

i love them so much it makes me ache

24 and theres so much more

jesus i am lucky to have the 5 daughters i have

everyone of them amazes me

and they are all beautiful on the inside as well as out

thank you god for this opportunity to be these kids dad

i really mean that

my children mean more to me than anything you could ever offer

even tho minna has now gone off on hols

i hope to spend some more time with elektra

who is surely the most like me in the way she thinks

so thats it

its a rainy and cold day here but who cares

i will speak to ya all real soon

sk stockholm june 8 2015

european diary

yes we did the barcelona show a thousand years ago it seems yeah we did pretty fucking good i guess it coulda been a mess we had a great night and a great audience the band played on near flawlessly all things considered we played well the distant stars aligned and the people were moved by it all we pile into the old bus and drive to cologne or koln there we do another great old gig and then same deal and paris do some touristy afternoon stuff with arc de triomphe paris show is cool yeah whatever there you go now in the port of amsterdam writing blog when i should be relaxing bye now

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amsterdam tuesday arvo

amsterdam tuesday arvo

yes we did the barcelona show a thousand years ago it seems

yeah we did pretty fucking good i guess it coulda been a mess

we had a great night and a great audience

the band played on near flawlessly all things considered

we played well

the distant stars aligned

and the people were moved by it all

we pile into the old bus

and drive to cologne or koln

there we do another great old gig

and then same deal and paris

do some touristy afternoon stuff with arc de triomphe

paris show is cool yeah whatever there you go

now in the port of amsterdam

writing blog when i should be relaxing

bye now