posted on December 5, 2005 at 11:56 pm

yo mah peeeeple
whats occurring?
ole sk at the internet joint
loads o nasssty eurotrash backpackers, my fishes
hot day in sydnee town, my leiblings
many people making ole sk very angry today
greedy nasssty people ruining it for everyone, my blushing violets
this is gonna be a short one
big i view today
with a big melbournian rag
dont impress ole sk none
who reads yesterdays newspaper
(well actually i did, just this morning)
yeah, gotta get home
get some answers ready
pull on my persona
get the beard out
put on my earrings
put on my velvety voice
tune up my charisma
(i just washed it and i cant do a thing with it!!)
lotsa people saying why this sk?
why that sk?
why you play that song? sk?
why you no play that one sk?
as if i am anyone to be held accountable ,my old fruits
do i look like im the sort of bloke who keeps his word?
im an olde rocker
i do whatever i like
ask yer polticians those questions, my flock
those lying fat poisonous worms
ask that scum you voted in ,my readers
ole sk never gotcha in no war
sk never ruined yer roads or yer education
or nuffink
just a singer in a rocknroll band
just a tired olde genius
who happens to be in the best band still extant on this plane
just yer regular renaissance dude
just the saviour of rock as we know it
a humble servant
just another blogger in a city of bloggs
just a blip on a screen
never mind
never mind, my starrlings
ive calmed down now
im over it
im surrendering to love
my mind is as big as the wild blue sky
i realise i havent sworn once today
i love you
more than the stars above you
i love you
hang in there
be calm
keep on loving me
give me your everything
the lot
im waiting
lay it down
lay it on me
i can feel it

11 Responses to “a mixed bag”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 December 2005 at 4:45 am #

    hi sk
    hope the i view was fun. you are such a charmer … sparkling eyes and wit.
    love from colorado, (can you feel it?)

  2. avatar | 6 December 2005 at 4:58 am #

    And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy.

    She was quite the loveliest fairy in the whole world. Her dress was of pearl and dew-drops, and there were flowers round her neck and in her hair, and her face was like the most perfect flower of all. And she came close to the little Rabbit and gathered him up in her arms and kissed him on his velveteen nose that was all damp from crying.

    “Little Rabbit,” she said, “don’t you know who I am?”

    The Rabbit looked up at her, and it seemed to him that he had seen her face before, but he couldn’t think where.

    “I am the nursery magic Fairy,” she said. “I take care of all the playthings that the children have loved. When they are old and worn out and the children don’t need them any more, then I come and take them away with me and turn them into Real.”

    “Wasn’t I Real before?” asked the little Rabbit.

    “You were Real to the Boy,” the Fairy said, “because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one.”

  3. avatar
    harry potter | 6 December 2005 at 7:18 am #

    ^^^^ are you for real? ^^^^

    sorry couldn’t resist

  4. avatar
    sue c | 6 December 2005 at 7:19 am #

    Here comes the love Steve…. are you ready to catch it? Don’t drop it!!


  5. avatar
    Fandorin | 6 December 2005 at 11:42 am #

    the only way to see your show will be a trip to australia.

    this will eat up all my funds, powers and energy.

    i’d like to meet you
    in a fancy suit and budapest shoes
    and samarkand socks and a kostroma cap


    i’ll touch down and exit the train as a lump of nassty eurotrash backpacker slime.

  6. avatar
    Daberhasher | 6 December 2005 at 1:00 pm #

    a ride of a read, this blog is…
    as the Rock prophet Gary Wright
    may have even said,
    “this blog is alive,
    this blog is a wheel that’s turnin”
    and how true he may have been…
    sk, you’re on a roll!!!
    you’re the hero
    in my psychedelicatessen…
    layin it down
    like a bed of sprouts…
    my a.m. att. adj.
    has never been more


  7. avatar
    Handyman | 6 December 2005 at 3:28 pm #

    Ah…the daily passings, driving, and questions of visiting tourists, something I know all too well. We get to grin and bear it. First we breathe deeply and exhale, then swallow!

    Love to you. You know it’s there – you can actually see it.


  8. avatar
    krissythegroupie | 6 December 2005 at 5:44 pm #



  9. avatar
    Andreas -Italy | 6 December 2005 at 7:32 pm #

    If English was my mother tongue I could say more clever things… but the point is, we’re all here because we love you. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for looking for a contact with those who care about you. And your words&music… they’re one of the blessings of life. Today I lulled my 8-month-old daughter asleep singing her “Buffalo”…
    Rock on,

    Genoa, Italy

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 December 2005 at 2:42 am #

    Withnail says……What ABSOLUTE twaddle!

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 December 2005 at 1:53 pm #

    What do you give back?

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