posted on November 2, 2007 at 1:35 am

olde gone killa drive his falcon
talking at a music expo
telling people bout the lyrics
and the meaning of the music
bout the chords i stumbled onto
strumming in the sydney darkness
in a terraced house just somewhere
in the humid daylight strumming
how i wrote unguarded moment
how i signed some stupid contract
how the teenie weenies mobbed me
when we’re 13 with a bullet
when we fell from charts like concrete
how sometimes they never paid us
and the kids in olde newcastle
did they like the killers talking
were they amazed by his insights
or just the philistine fiasco
predicted by his hearts dull murmur
driving down the endless highways
connecting up these dirty cities
got his cd player pumping
got his head all full of music
and the people from the expo
say maybe you come back tomorrow
perhaps you have something to offer
perhaps youre not a stoned olde hippy
harbour bridge was very crowded
crowded with the peak hour traffic
little killer in the falcon
white white beard and calves like sculptures
plotting thinking dreaming driving
opera house and manly ferries
yonder lies olde kirribilli
haven for the weasel spirit
killa thinks about his long life
thinks about the hungry audience
thinks about the sharps and minors
thinks about the strings and pedals
all the buttons and the dials
and the noise and all the silence
all the music yet unwritten
all the poems still unspoken
all the skys weve yet to fly through
causal astral mental travel
everything has many facets
every devil many levels
looking for a neat equation
looking for a handy exit
heading homeward in the sunset
homewards to his wife and daughters
waiting for him in the twilight

43 Responses to “a fruit given willingly”

  1. avatar
    timf | 2 November 2007 at 2:22 am #

    as always happy travels to you mate!

  2. avatar
    Richard | 2 November 2007 at 3:00 am #

    last 20 or so lines wouldn’t look out of place in a song

  3. avatar
    triantelope | 2 November 2007 at 3:38 am #

    wow… proper poetry… cool…

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    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 4:22 am #

    hmm…novocastria?shoulda talked bout tin mine!hmmmm.dunno….that was pretty average wasn’t it?!thanks for the “bonnet-cam”connection to my brainz,i remember that journey well!,many years ago now,anyway.the smell of the cab’s gas,always signifies for me that the plane door has opened,and i m in sydney..funny the things that trigger ya,hey?!and i’v grown to actually enjoy the smell,as a familiarity..smog’s not great though..your words are rather extraordinary Steve..thank-you very much!25th century hippeeees,way out,far out,brussel sprout!just a few years til some of em catch up to the creative marvel that you are…have a smashingly wonderful evening,…love,as always,gen xxxxx x

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    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 4:27 am #

    Oh, that was nice, a whole novel in a dozen lines…lovely stuff.

  6. avatar
    Faye | 2 November 2007 at 5:58 am #

    For a minute there ,I had you pictured there,in the car,going across the harbour bridge,with a couple of porcelain sculpted suckling cows on the passenger seat!ha-ha!Oh,i do believe i need to stop working so hard.more play,less work,i m tellin’ ya,it starts today!say hello to that beautiful harbour from me,next time.we’re old friends.matter of fact,down there in the water,somewhere,would be 2 pairs of my sunnies,a couple of hats,and an amethyest necklace.i love that bridge!the lost items,weren’t offerings to the gods of any harbour though,bugger about them,huh?!oh,well…makes me think god’s a woman too,to think that we have all of this beauty around us,but no time to get amongst it,cause of work,etc…thanks for the poetry SK. peace . and love . xo

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 6:05 am #

    There are times when one of the lovliest sihgts in the world is the Eastern Distributor.

    Amen.

    B.Bon

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 6:52 am #

    It makes me so happy to know there’s music still unwritten and poems still unspoken waiting to come out of you sk, something to really look forward to, that’s for sure!
    Love Amanda

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    athanasius pernath | 2 November 2007 at 6:52 am #

    pernath sits and reads a-smiling
    while on his screen the words glide
    from a distant summer down there
    on the west australian shoreline
    “all the skys weve yet to fly through”
    (now how beautiful to read that)
    written by his favourite singer
    who he once met in the shadows
    of his favourite eastern city
    asking “tell me about heyday”
    got his stupid questions answered
    now reigns autumn, light is fading
    mushrooms growing in the forest
    and the amateur shuts up now
    with his rotten badde english
    and
    just says
    thank you

  10. avatar
    avid | 2 November 2007 at 7:18 am #

    glad you had a good time
    pity the talk wasn’t recorded and avail as an mp3 on MySpace or
    somewheres

  11. avatar
    isolde | 2 November 2007 at 7:26 am #

    levels rule ok
    devils
    trifles
    multivalent allegories
    club sandwiches

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 7:56 am #

    i agree with Richard.poetrySIR..enchanting lyrics indeed!!…xxA

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    12str | 2 November 2007 at 8:21 am #

    just wondering my friend… wich songs are the best youve written so far in your opinion? isnt it true that sometimes it feels that some songs write themselves in a strange kind of way,as if youre just some sort of medium ,while others tend to give you a hard time and they linger in the shadows for quite sometime as if the time isnt right for them to emerge… they can be around for ages and someday without warning they just poke fore attention and there they are and everything come together without one having a clue how it happened… divine isnt it?where do they come from? some sort of cosmic backcatalogue and were just coverartists without a clue..bah! to deep for me in this early morning…..

    peace

    Pat

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 8:47 am #

    so Newcastle was…as you thought it would be..”More often than not,things are ..what you think they are”..be it bad,or good.”More often than not,things are…just what you suspect they’re going to be”sometimes you get really lucky,and….things are WAY BETTER than you imagined they’d ever be…/GBX

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 9:10 am #

    that was fucking bang on

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 9:18 am #

    So I guess you no longer wake up in some queen-sized bed and ask…

  17. avatar
    fantasticandy | 2 November 2007 at 9:22 am #

    ah!
    strings and pedals,
    knobs, dials ‘n miles!
    you are in fine fettle today my friend.
    told you so….i know you love home,
    but soon as you get on that road…to anyware….
    mucho explosions of creativity.
    you bloody big blogstar you!
    thanks for that.

    davem…..we will never, ever do a cover of anything we love!!!!!!!!!
    so that just about covers everything by the church!
    the stuff’s sacred man….it’s meaningless performed by anyone else.
    love to all you fiends out there,and of course president kilbey & co.
    andy L.

  18. avatar
    veleska1970 | 2 November 2007 at 10:08 am #

    “perhaps you have something to offer”
    yes, steve~~more than you will ever know. and eternal thanks for sharing it with us.

    lotza love……

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 10:57 am #

    So when r u coming to the central coast steve or are you very afraid. Dont be, play at Lizottes its a lovely venue.

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 1:11 pm #

    What’s with you and your calves?

  21. avatar
    CSTCoach | 2 November 2007 at 1:41 pm #

    Welcome back killa 🙂

    Glad to hear that all is well in your world. Calves like sculptures? Be careful, you know what happened to ole mose’s people, sacred calves and all… You might end up with a burning bush. And that’s gotta hurt.

  22. avatar
    JJ | 2 November 2007 at 1:43 pm #

    A nice reflection on the day in the lfe, and a life in a day’s moment on the Lost Highway. I wish I coulda been there to hear your take on various songs, the words and music, the contracts signed and regretted – I think we all have a few, whether jobs or educational choices, or who we married, or…a host of things signed and regretted. I know I do.

    I think of this: all the fantastic music yet unwritten, yet to be conceived, and your still-keen ability and willing passion to chase after it, realize it, while we enjoy the fruits of the quest.

    I wonder if what keeps you going, is what keeps us going – if just different manifestations. Your well still runs deep when many others have run dry.

    Long may your Falcon run, TB.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 1:58 pm #

    I’ve just been out for a work dinner…should have been relaxing: a few laughs, a few drinks etc. No. Not at all. I had strips torn off me by a ‘client’ and….took it. Because I need to work. I’m bruised and battered…and I’ve got to back there at 9am on Monday. We’re all responsible for our own lot in life so I guess I deserve it.

    Really… though, I just wanted to know if there are any vacancies at The Time Being Inc. as I’m gonna be looking for a new appointment …ahhh… really quite soon. I’m reliable, flexible, resourceful etc.

    Any spots coming up?

    B.Bon

  24. avatar
    John | 2 November 2007 at 1:59 pm #

    Good to see that rush hour traffic doesn’t cause you stress. Or does it?

    John Garratt

  25. avatar
    Candy | 2 November 2007 at 2:34 pm #

    Sweetest dreams . may the well of inspiration never run dry,especially for you.sleepy . love .xo

  26. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 2 November 2007 at 2:41 pm #

    I will never accept or understand the commercial downfall of The Church. Prist=Aura is laden with songs that are superior to Under The Milky Way but are in the same dreamy, hypnotic mode. Ripple remains seminal and mindblowing.

    Tim F Morrissey is one of my favorites but he has been mostly eradicated from my CD player since I rediscovered SK and The CHurch. I’m ashamed that I did not redicover them until 2007 but I was under the impression that they disbanded in 1992 or 1993. My life has been full of mistakes but I am sometimes lucky to have a Take 2.

  27. avatar
    harsh reality | 2 November 2007 at 2:55 pm #

    B.Bon – you don’t deserve it.
    Cos we don’t get what we deserve.
    If we did, Steve’d be filthy rich, world famous and critically acclaimed.
    Nah, we don’t get what we deserve – we get what we get.

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 2:57 pm #

    You are so very loved SK.Beautiful one,today,as always.take a lovely long swim tomorrow,soak in that brilliant sunshine that we all share.everything is yours .have a great night all of you!much love…/ChW

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 3:06 pm #

    the end of a big week!B.Bon. you DO deserve it,and a huge payrise,and we’ll give you the “gold watch”of appreciation on your first day,as a token of our ongoing thanks to the B.Bon-ness of you!…i appreciate your work,because,and well,I just fell asleep infront of a television,watching a dvd.what a week,and the damned heat’s a killer!…love . CWX

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 3:07 pm #

    Thank You, SK for your trip to see us in the unfrozen north. I was one of the lucky ones in the Hunter Room on Thursday arv. Your history, your guidance, your insights, all you said held me spellbound and opened up so many doors of perception. I could have listened to what you had to say for hours. Please do come back and see us again soon.

  31. avatar
    mandn | 2 November 2007 at 3:12 pm #

    Hallo Orpheus,
    long time absinthe
    regrets

    there is alwyas home to go to

    Cheers!
    M

  32. avatar
    Cee | 2 November 2007 at 3:26 pm #

    Sweetest vibration!

    all the music yet unwritten
    all the poems still unspoken
    all the skys weve yet to fly through
    causal astral mental travel

    toda la musica aun no escrita
    todos los poemas aun sin hablar
    todos los cielos aun sin volar
    viajes casuales astrales mentales

  33. avatar
    davem | 2 November 2007 at 7:51 pm #

    Killa – I’m hoping some of that unwritten stuff will be born in the next few weeks when the world’s greatest band records again!
    In the meantime Painkiller would be a most welcome treat.
    xx

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2007 at 10:01 pm #

    i can’t seem to manage to string a sentence together,’til at least my 3rd coffee…;-) oh,well…duzen madder!”fly”..sounds just so beautiful on the myspace Steven.that voice of yours is just so dreamy,and soulful…di-vine,mm-mm!uncoiling my brain with #4 coffee,cogz are greasing…look out world…here I come…YOUR writing is phenomenal{gee,ou’d need 4 and a half coffees to know that you spelled that wrong,eh?}…magic,just keepsa coming!

  35. avatar
    mattdavison | 3 November 2007 at 1:35 am #

    In the tv series Buck Rogers in the 21st century Hawk the half man half hawk flew in a craft called the blue falcon…not to be confussed Han’s Millenium Falcon..

    So you see……??? Hmmm was there something in that??

    Md

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 November 2007 at 1:48 am #

    pretty ‘mazin’ stuff Steven…most extraordinary!..thank-you ever so much..there will never be another one like you SK! x

  37. avatar
    timf | 3 November 2007 at 2:24 am #

    how very kerouac of you!
    nice to see you taking it all in….but always nice that feeling of going home.

  38. avatar
    Dorothy{not the dinosaur} | 3 November 2007 at 4:09 am #

    “there’s no place like home…”

  39. avatar
    steve kilbey | 3 November 2007 at 4:51 am #

    see we have that very annoying person
    with the syrupy comments back

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    this night these stars everything was for you look take breath remember sink sin forget | 3 November 2007 at 5:02 am #

    i won’t say
    i can’t say
    tomorrow maybe

    the last chance
    i’ve to say
    those things

    my heart,
    my mind
    could say

    had to say
    wouldn’t say
    didn’t remember

    it could say
    it was today
    i had

    you had
    we all had
    no nevermind

    just a fool
    wrapt
    in the memory

    of my own
    self someone
    else

    here to
    remind me
    music

    reaches
    and
    awakens

  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 November 2007 at 5:28 am #

    kilby 3.51pm

    which one?they are all mugs(of sugar)
    turn it off turn it off turn it off!

  42. avatar
    melquiades | 3 November 2007 at 2:25 pm #

    “we only have but to call on our connections
    ah
    but who can see them all?”

    Not we, said me, but We try. and fail. At other times successful. when you try the least she delivers.

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 November 2007 at 4:59 pm #

    arrive safely


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