posted on December 6, 2008 at 9:49 pm

maybe i really am fucking mad
maybe i just dreampt up all these people
did i dream up martin krall?
did i dream up terry n terri?
did i dream up david neil or linda neil?
did i dream up natalie dalton or miranda jansson?
did i dream up ploogy n banga pearson?
did i dream up peter kopf n jamie west-oram?
did i dream up steve kilbey?
today it all feels so unlikely
simon polinski mixes the soundtrack of my life
he rolls in the thunder
he catches the radio signals n mutates them into riffs
he turns slowed down calves into whales
he spins in the watery elements
he allocates the distant shouts
snatches of conversation
n vice versa
he takes my words
sends them deep into a one way night
with all the chattering madness in my head
because kilbey is tuning in everything now
the future is happening
oh gawd help us!
the future is happening right now to me
a combination of drugs
sin
yoga
age
natural predisposition
feigned madness becomes real
real life becomes faint
no anchor to hold me here
i remember the night
me n david neil had the girl on the balcony
i remember the christmas lights n the purple sky
the taste of coffee n wine n sex in my mouth
the girls name was really mountjoy
david kissed her chest
kilbey kissed her back
i kissed her mouth
i kissed her white feet
as she eventually slipped off her black boots
cars sped by in the street below
it was a hot night man
we moved with some urgency
i lay on my back looking at the stars
david was whispering in her ear
the girl giggled in the dark
one hand reaching out for kilbey
one other hand reaching out for him
david looks up from what hes doing
steve?
a gentleman in everything always
steve? says the girl in her west virginian accent
where you from miss mountjoy ? kilbey asks
i’m from morgantown sir..she says demurely
as she writhes in davids lap
wheres morgantown honey? someone else says
why morgantown west virginia sir! says mountjoy
shes wearing these kitten ears…i only just noticed
thats a nice touch kilbey says sneeringly
you like those baby? says mountjoy
and david closes his eyes and moans so softly
and it sounds just like his record
on that song “a world where strangers trod”
just after the crescendo
a slight pause in the music
before the high hat taps it all back in again
n you hear david murmur something just like that
n now a couple of irish guys hefting a case of beer
had to stop below our balcony n were gawking at us
fuck off ! david hissed at them
but they just stood there watching miss mountjoy
how do you like those guys watching us ? i said
i like it just fine, sir said miss mountjoy
and kilbey n i watched
n the stars watched
n the 2 irish guys watched silently
reverently
mountjoy was speaking in tongues
what did you say? said david astonished
i dont know that was my kundalini talking she said
her soft drawling voice was extremely provocative
mountjoy seemed sent from some planet
where women were created soft n sweet n deliciously immoral
kilbey said
we’re gonna miss you miss mountjoy
yes sir…i do believe you will she said
twisting around
so as to distribute all her favours even steven
it was just me
kilbey
david neil
miss mountjoy
2 irish guys on the street below
the stars
the night
the twinkly christmas lights
a plane flew overhead
maybe they all looked out the window
welcome to david neils dream says the captain
as the passengers all touch down down down
the passengers are all making out
and everyman is neil
neil:kneel!
and everywoman is mountjoy
a song comes on the intercom
davids song cockpit
he wrote this one with me
can you tell?
cockpit
baby i’m all confused
see me landing
i’m landing on sea
please come up to the cockpit
and rescue me
baby i’m all diffused
see me drowning
i’m drowning on land
please come back to the cockpit
i need a hand
and tonight we really gonna soar
yes tonight we really gonna get some more
dont leave me alone in the cockpit i adore
miss mountjoy said i love that song david
kilbey said well he wrote it for you
mountjoy frowned
in long west virginian vowels she said
why sir thats impossible
i only met you gentlemen tonight..
we all laughed at that
even the stars n the irishmen n the passengers
maybe we made this all up together …suggests david
give everyone a co-write then kilbey says
miss mountjoy..kilbey asked
what IS your first name
why sir..she said
my name is love!

13 Responses to “a world where strangers trod”

  1. avatar
    lily was here | 6 December 2008 at 11:38 pm #

    Im not going to be the first to comment on this one! Kind of made this lily wilt a little though 😉

    xxx

  2. avatar
    Polydora | 7 December 2008 at 1:00 am #

    This really speaks to me today on many levels. Feels as if the universal spaceman — you know, that bigger than BIG time being people call by many names? — gave me an early xmas present.

    “no anchor to hold me here”

    Funny, I was driving down the street and suddenly said to that Bigger than Big time being: “maybe it’s time I set an anchor.” Right now, Mr. Kilbey, I quite feel as though I could use one. If you find a good spot that holds, let me know.

  3. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 7 December 2008 at 1:05 am #

    i thought my name was love, oh yeah my name is pain, when will this pain go away???
    Never

  4. avatar
    Martin | 7 December 2008 at 2:05 am #

    – Det har jag drömt …
    – Det har jag diktat en gång!
    – Då vet du vad dikt är …
    – Då vet jag vad dröm är … Vad är dikt?
    – Ej verklighet, men mer än verklighet … ej dröm, men vakna drömmar …

  5. avatar
    melissa | 7 December 2008 at 2:52 am #

    wow

  6. avatar
    ticktockclarice | 7 December 2008 at 4:01 am #

    Way to go! Rock star/groupie threeway! (Fourway? I’m confused)We seem to have lost you to a parallel universe lately but you seem to be having a hell of a time. One question – does your mother read this blog? I’m not sure how i would feel if one of my boys posted their shennanigans (imaginary or not) so blatantly out there. But then again i guess it would be nice to have such a conduit into their inner life, instead of the monosyllabic grunts which constitutes the majority of our interaction these days.To quote another band (not quite on the Church or Dave Neil’s level) – teenagers scare the living shit out of me!!!
    Enjoy your day everybody, is glorious here, we’re off to the pool. And remember all you boys, men, morally bankrupt rockstars and pervy Irishmen – Miss Mountjoy could be YOUR daughter one day!!

  7. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 7 December 2008 at 5:44 am #

    i think my glasses melted at about the same time my seat spontaneously combusted….
    hmmmm……
    love always…..

  8. avatar
    davem | 7 December 2008 at 7:22 am #

    Where’s Amanda??!!

  9. avatar
    eek | 7 December 2008 at 10:12 am #

    maybe i just dreampt up all these people

    Every once in a while I’ll be telling someone something when suddenly I’ll think “ah shit, I’m pretty sure what I’m talking about right now was just a dream.” And then what the heck am I supposed to do? I can’t very well say “uh, never mind. I just realised what I’m telling you never actually happened. I just dreamed it and then forgot it was just a dream.” I mean most people think I’m weird anyway…I don’t need them to think I’m weird and delusional.

    Plus the dreams that seem real to me are usually just mundane crap…stuff that’s a lot like what actually does happen in my life. Why if I’m going to have dreams that seem real, dammit, can’t I have dreams like yours?

    Crud. I’m weird, delusional, and boring. Wonderful, just wonderful. Sigh.

  10. avatar
    Freddie | 7 December 2008 at 12:50 pm #

    sa, ta, na, ma
    Mmmmm

    Eek, the way I see it
    as long as you’re weird and delusional
    there aint no way you CAN be boring.

  11. avatar
    Polydora | 7 December 2008 at 4:07 pm #

    Freddie,

    “as long as you’re weird and delusional there aint no way you CAN be boring.”

    Brilliant one! That’s now my official strategy and excuse. Bless you.

  12. avatar
    steve kilbey | 7 December 2008 at 7:23 pm #

    11 comments
    n
    im slipping out of the blog charts
    oh fucking despair!
    sk

  13. avatar
    pennybridge | 7 December 2008 at 8:09 pm #

    …well I wish 13 could be your lucky number.
    Are you sure that guy Stiv Kibley isn´t just a fantasy a la Milli Vanilli-Autotune ;)!

    TSOOL “Communion” Ute nu!


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