posted on July 10, 2010 at 9:44 am

sit in the kitchen
cooking up a blog
maybe its a beauty
probably its a dog
seven planets
seven dwarves
seven seals
seven deadlies
the plato code
the bible code
the code of the road
song of the city song of the road
hip gnosis
the sufis
be a real man suffer them slings n arrows
prospero n miranda
agamemnon n elektra
the sphinx
garudasana
a bucket full of starfish
steven john kilbey
out of joyce bennett n leslie john kilbey
out of caroline davis and bill bennett
out of stephen kilbey and jesse bellette
beyond that is unknown
the rosy cross
golgotha place of skulls
oh columbus
oh america
oh lovely sweden n my distant identical twins
2 for the price of one
pushing sixty
old man look at my life im a lot like you are
hi fidelity
in fidelity
ulysses in transit lounge
my foolish boat still leaning
the lion lies down with the lamb on broadway
aslan sings the world awake
the leo sun god son of man
cracked actor crackling rosy crucifixion
spades are upside down black hearts
diamonds are forever n ever
clubs are noisy
the dizzy nymph jumps the quick brown panther
patient as decades fly by
i used to be a little boy so old in my shoes
gravity i have
gravitas i have not
still i’m sad
every child player must win a prize
empty handed paris on the battlements of troy
scarlet kilbey with her box of semi unprecious stones
strange child with strange proclivities
moving thru the ages appearing over n over
eve n aurora having a sleepover at some kids house
eve with her chestnut curls
aurora with her swollen ads
dutiful daughters
my ears ring on
i-sight fading
miracles are scarce tonight
no one calls
no one knocks
no one visits
the red bulb in my room
my bonsai tree that needed my love
ive lost my keys
my golden car
my freckled white skin
an inventory of my temporary flesh
my guitars all unplayed
my painting unfinished
my sentences peter out…
its cold but i cant feel it much
my neck aches holding up this heavy stupid head
i imagine my brains inside my skull
little messages running hither n thither
heres a compartment with my swedish
heres a compartment that remembers childhood
heres a tiny compartment that can do arithmetic
heres the bit that tells my heart when to beat
our hearts need our brains to know when to beat
autonomous processes continually upgraded
this f;lash of genius
this puddle of dullard
this pond of fondness
this lake of love
this stagnant swamp of envy
i wish i was going somewhere
thats the great thing about touring
youre always going somewhere
check in check out
a new bed everynight
checklist : keys, ipod, flip camera, headphones, passport, clean sox
vitamins, shampoo, toothbrush, a pair of undies, my sunglasses
my reading glasses, my novel, my sheet which tells me where to go
my sheet which tells me which room tim n peter n marty are in
a letter from a fan
a stick of frankincense
a tiny statue of buddha
small change
you go on stage
the audience cheers
you strum your guitar
you sing your voice
you dance about a bit
afterwards you lie in your silent room
you eat a piece of chocolate
you look in the mirror
you look old
you keep expecting to see an eighteen year old
but unsurprise you dont
i run out of steam
suddenly
and
i stop

19 Responses to “7 46 0n a saturday night n the clock tick tick tick tick”

  1. avatar
    Wiildchiild | 10 July 2010 at 10:47 am #

    Fucking brilliant. Sometimes you scare me Steve, how can you express my own feelings better than I can…?

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    Hellbound Heart | 10 July 2010 at 10:58 am #

    8:56 pm and i sit here alone….will be at home alone for the week, not that i mind…..i'm not completely defined by what people i have around me, unlike some others…….i don't want to be 18 again, there's too many things i've learned the hard way and i don't wanna learn them again…..

    love always……

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    davem | 10 July 2010 at 11:07 am #

    this puddle of dullard…..

    For an instant I thought I'd been namechecked!

    The Church on the road? We've missed that happening over here.

  4. avatar
    DavidP | 10 July 2010 at 1:19 pm #

    you forgot 7 musical notes and 7 rays of creation. there must be another one because that would make 7 sevens. ah yes, 7 days of the week.
    "hip gnosis" – can i steal that?
    you can go somewhere internally, in the internal worlds.
    otherwise i know a few good books you can read…
    i like your succinct turns of phrase
    saying a lot with few words
    you aint 60 yet boyo
    you're a spritely 55

    take care, be aware

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    Broken Toys and Heros | 10 July 2010 at 2:09 pm #

    perfect time to do…nothing for awhile. its always the same- u cant wait for ur kids to find something to do on their own and when u do…u miss them dearly.

    thats how i feel.

    DJK082067

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    lesley | 10 July 2010 at 2:22 pm #

    Seven brides for seven brothers
    The magnificent seven
    Brain stew
    Gene genie
    Bond, James Bond
    Pick a pocket or two
    Pick your brain
    Love rollercoaster
    Toast is the most
    Steve Rocka
    I sit and watch as time goes by….

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 July 2010 at 2:26 pm #

    Nice Cure reference in the title!

    You don't often speak fondly of your contemporaries and I get that but I was wondering if you ever listened to or liked any Gary Numan, the old stuff I mean…Replicas, Dance, I Assassin?

    I know you both attribute some influence from Foxx, but as I was listening to Numan's 'Dance' last night I was thinking how very similar you are in a lot of ways, both opening hidden doors to 'other worlds' lyrically, sonically.

    I could just as easily imagine 'Slowcar to China' on a Kilbey solo album as I could 'Carthage' on a GN album.

    Is that strange? My guess would be you would say you do not like GN so I just wondered.

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    Anonymous | 10 July 2010 at 2:35 pm #

    (…mom), I'm trying to understand your panic, but I can't see it…

    your only option to growing old would have been to die young and then I would have been heartbroken my whole life that you were taken away from me too soon. Can you not waste your days in agony for your daughter's sake, please? and I promise that you are better off being older today than you were not being here (younger) yesterday.

    — a daughter's selfish requests to her "aging" mother for the last 20 years.

  9. avatar
    fantasticandy | 10 July 2010 at 4:20 pm #

    mullard a dullard?
    surely not…

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 July 2010 at 6:23 pm #

    From which part of England do the Kilbeys spring? Just curious, as I am en route to the north. All those Yorkshire vikings, you know.
    LF

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    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 10 July 2010 at 7:26 pm #

    No songs have ever expressed the bittersweet feelings of advancing age than Sinatra songs such as It Was A Very Good Year. Not to Mention the song and the poignant video for David Bowie's Thursday's Child, in which Bowie studies the lines in his face in the mirror.

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    plumlady | 10 July 2010 at 9:43 pm #

    Oh for it to be a saturday night and having a sleepover with some girlfriends again! Oh the things we talked about and LEARNED back then. Let's hope those darling girls of yours aren't as daring as I was…trouble a brewing……

    But being over 50, there will be no sleepover with dares and scares for this old girl. But perhaps a bonfire in my backyard with my beloved….and perhaps I'll play some CHURCH through those backyard speakers to make my neighbors think I'm even stranger than I am…and I attribute all my strangeness in part to those darn sleepovers!

  13. avatar
    Steven Krut | 10 July 2010 at 10:41 pm #

    Most people fill up the empty times/gaps in their lives you're describing with television. I used to be addicted to my TV. Now I'm addicted to my computer. 😛

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    Anonymous | 10 July 2010 at 10:54 pm #

    I agree — you are way not 60, and if you are, so what. Have you seen Raquel Welch lately. OMG that lady looks great for her age. Of course, I'm sure she has had a lot of plastic surgery tho probably, with her bucks. That said, men do not require that — they grow sexier with age. The lines in your face define you. You are still a hawt young man! I am wondering how many takers you got to your previous post tempting all the young (and older) ladies like you do! You are a lucky man – Hope that you cheer up and enjoy your wonderful dayze ahead! Try to start seeing your glass half full, instead of half empty. Some dayze are up – some are down …. "that's life". Please quit dwelling on getting old – you are a VERY nice looking man, and very talented also. A bit arrogant at times, but that's ok, cuz it's part of your personality. Just realize that you can't be ecstatically happy every single second of every single day because that would be boring. Take care, and God bless you and yours.

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    lily was here | 11 July 2010 at 3:22 am #

    "Cooking up a blog" – I love that.

    Seven eyes of seven newts…

    xo

    ps no animals were harmed in this comment, ask Will Shakespeare

  16. avatar
    Georgia | 11 July 2010 at 11:46 am #

    Steven,

    You are feeling EVERY ONE of your years right now because all of the toxins are leaving your body. And temptation is beckoning you.

    I recently read that every 60 days or so, nearly all of your body's molecules are replaced with new ones.

    Thus..you are essentially the creator, dearest Steven.

    Figure out what replenishes you….and keep at it and resist this other crap….and I believe you will soon experience a youthquake.

    Much love,

    g

  17. avatar
    Mindclutter | 11 July 2010 at 3:26 pm #

    Damn it, Steve, you pegged it with wanting to see an eighteen year old in the mirror…nice.

  18. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 12 July 2010 at 9:12 pm #

    it should read 10:15 saturday night…

  19. avatar
    eek | 15 July 2010 at 8:14 am #

    Ah, I love when you tour here because I travel around and catch several shows. In addition to getting to see the shows and visit with you and several wonderful people I've met, I love the complete freedom. Freedom to do whatever the hell I want (which is sometimes nothing at all) and the freedom from virtually all responsibility. It never seems to last quite long enough though, and takes all my resolve to head back home. I know I couldn't do it indefinitely, but I'd sure like to do it longer.

    "you keep expecting to see an eighteen year old"

    Oh I am so glad I don't see an eighteen year old when I look at you, because that would make me feel just a little too much like a creepy old lady. Now mid twenties and up is fine, but eighteen would be just way to young for comfort! lol

    Besides, while you adorable as a young'un, you seem a lot more comfortable in your own skin now, and that is very appealing.


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