posted on November 27, 2007 at 2:28 am

genius is pain
but i dont feel a thing
let it (kill) be
i’m the one who saw what you did
i land
you see
im across it
parallel kilbey feeds me songs
there is the secret
now the clouds lowered on the houses
let out your warm rain then
the plants are all iridescent green
drink deep my loves
my deep loves drink
an art that can only be explained by doing it
the faith needed
is the guarantee
the long voids where nothing happens…
things happen of their own accord
the fingers know their work
all creative acts flow into the other
is this music or love its hard to tell
or sell
my little rascal there are mysteries ‘pon mysteries
yes you scoff and you scorn
i tell you one thing
the power you want does not come cheap or easy
the short cuts are exhausted or lead nowhere
if you do ever get the power
by then
you would have learned
not to even want it
yes revenge is sweet
and regrets are bitter
but you need something plain
to take away the aftertaste of a hard life
the ocean dont care
he swims in its grey green warmth
he dips the lemurian c in the sea
the rain comes in ver-tick-lea
crooked reign crooked reign
raindrops keep falling on my crown (chakra)
everyone has dormant gifts they must needs awaken
i am the time being
bullshitter and more
i worship some ineffable god
who is kind enough to appear
in some way i can understand with my limited mind
not capable of downloading all his splenda
by a million miley miles
i just can view one tiniest bit
a still from a never ending film
you must devote yourself
to anything at which you wish to such seed
love devotion
music devotion
blogge devotion
farther devotion
give yourself
love understanding
understanding devotion
realising more and more
you know less and less
its all stuff inner dream
the further you go in
more emptiness
a gracious emptiness
accepting and soothing
you cant find life
but its all around
but what is life
wither life goes
wear it comes from
inside the seed is nothing
but life is not nothing
but we know almost nothing
we are still savages
we are skins and furs and hides
we are clobber n bomb em
we are give em some stick
we are futurebound emptyhanded
we are footnotes
we are mist
we are temporary eternals
creatures claiming no creator
so burnt by maya we screaming in furies
so some devotion
maybe recommended
its all the same to me
me to same
upside down
inside out
13 *s

32 Responses to “along brevity”

  1. avatar
    Matt | 27 November 2007 at 3:53 am #

    Beautifully said, Steve.

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 4:32 am #

    That’s getting down to the heart of the matter.

    Lady Di

  3. avatar
    the dean | 27 November 2007 at 4:38 am #

    Perhaps our brains are to big for our own good.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 4:43 am #

    Yeah, I know about devotion. This devotee just came back from buying a ticket to see and hear someone I’m totally devoted too, I’m so happy!
    Thanks for another beautiful blog today sk.
    Love Amanda

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 5:00 am #

    the church of man
    is such a holy place to be

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 6:22 am #

    and i got to the point where i had something to say,in my comment ….and “abracadabra”!!!…its gone!….hate it when that happens….{rolls decorative eyes,giggles to ones self at the possible size of the freshly burnt herb,and says…} wow!that was really f’ken cool Mr.K!!! beautiful!!!you are amazing!!…have a brilliant day!…love,as always,gen xxxxx p.s. am a devoted “Churchie” as well Amanda! are so lucky girl!how many SK gigs,and a church gig,all in one year….enjoy it,ya lucky cow.. 😉 {a term of endearment in my circle of folks 🙂 } x

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    captain mission | 27 November 2007 at 7:16 am #

    if you do ever get the power
    by then
    you would have learned
    not to even want it

    humility, a lesson learnt through the veil of many tears, as the ego dissolves, true power is non attachment to power, what wonderful wisdom, reminds me of ‘the fool’ in the tarot deck, happily stepping over the edge, indifferent to what comes next. smiling and laughing, in the moment and free.

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    Sunshine | 27 November 2007 at 7:53 am #

    “realising more and more
    you know less and less”

    So, SK (aka songwriter, daughtermaker, b.s.-er, etc), as we become older, wiser folks, are we wise in knowing we’ll never really know everything?

    I remember very clearly thinking I knew everything at 16.


  9. avatar
    craig1.618 | 27 November 2007 at 8:00 am #

    i don’t know much about the tarot
    but i do recall someone pointing out
    how on a certain tarot card there sits
    a horned devil with a man and a woman
    chained and sitting in front of said devil

    the chains around
    their necks
    are very loose
    they could slip the chains off
    on their own accord
    if they were so inclined too
    but, alas, they do not
    it would seem
    they’ve chosen to stay
    chained and enslaved

  10. avatar
    daniel12 | 27 November 2007 at 8:05 am #

    Just last weekend i mixed a night of bands. Mostly guys with expensive gear and songs tailored to get them somewhere.
    I couldn’t get any of them to turn there amps down and i guess they were all trying to upstage eachother.
    But then there was this other guy. Affable manner battered acoustic guitar and no shoes. Now i’m pretty bored with accoustic singer songwriters but this guy was exrordinary. A rare combination of great songs/voice and incredible guitar technique.
    He totaly had the audience and i was wondering how bizare it was that someone so talented could be so unknown. Just as i was thinking this he did something kinda spooky. He asked for the audience to do a sing along section with him, a high line for the girls and a low line for the guys.
    The lyric was “devil i did not sign your contract”.
    Somehow despite his talent i doubt he’s going to get anywhere. I bought his cd though , something i rarely do.

  11. avatar
    Chief Cheeky Monkey | 27 November 2007 at 8:44 am #

    Nice, I’ll be back for more

  12. avatar
    Chief Cheeky Monkey | 27 November 2007 at 10:15 am #

    An offering from a new reader to the writer.

    1, the fear
    the fear is of everything
    staying the way it is
    and only i changing

    the fear is
    of everything changing
    and i staying the same

    the world expanding
    branch tunnel cell
    more and more
    precious and terrible

    while i grow only more
    fragile and confused

    the fear is my own
    hands beating
    like moths

    my eyelids stuttering
    light breaking into
    meaningless phrases

    the fear is of you
    patiently elsewhere growing
    a blood shape
    of all my wishes

    2, i am tired

    i am tired of pain
    i am tired of my own pain
    i am tired of
    the pain of others

    i am tired of lives
    unwinding like a roll
    of bloody bandage
    i shall roll up
    the sky, pinch the sun

    i go out to the cliff pours
    of stars, the tall
    volumes of stars

    i go down
    to the grains of soil
    to bacteria
    to viruses
    to the neat mechanics of molecules

    to escape the pain
    to escape the pain

    3, what i want

    what i want is to be blessed
    what i want is a cloak of air

    the light entering my lungs
    my love entering my body
    the blessing descending
    like the sky
    sliding down the spectrum

    what i want is to be
    aware of the spaces between stars, to breathe
    continuously the sources of sky,
    a veined sail moving,
    my love never setting
    foot to the dark
    anvil of earth

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 11:04 am #

    love the allusion to the creative process in this blog as a sudden and euphoric rush (music or love?)…when we love do we not create…it may be something that may eventually destroy us but that’s the risk we take…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  14. avatar
    Daberhasher | 27 November 2007 at 12:09 pm #

    quite slanted and enchanted dear sir!
    and look, we’ve achieved jean genius level just by reading this blogge!!!
    now, to balance this all out, i’m gonna go a bit savage on the flying squirrel that has decided my attic is a good place to spend the winter…
    wrong choice…
    daberhasher 1, squirrel nil…
    i’ll suss it out with St. Peter
    when the time comes…


  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 12:25 pm #

    Nothing to do with today’s blog, Steve, but man, I just got goosebumps (again)listening to The Church’s cover of “Cortez The Killer”. Those washes of guitars and that Killer voice. Love it. Have to admit it’s by far my least favourite Church album, though. The only other song I REALLY like is “The Endless Sea”. But then, to me it doesn’t really count – after all, it’s not a REAL Church album, is it? On a side note: When IS that Painkiller coming out, Steve? I was hoping it would be a Christmas present from you to all of us…

    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark.

  16. avatar
    Melissa | 27 November 2007 at 12:56 pm #

    ’tis good to cleanse crystals in water, I always do that .. in the ocean, even better. It’d be nice to be down at the beach right about now .. listening to ‘Night Friends’ at the moment .. always makes me think about the sea for some reason!

    Lovely words today, thanks 🙂

  17. avatar
    John | 27 November 2007 at 3:22 pm #

    I had a dream we all met at a Church show.

    And one of you looked like Darnell from “My Name is Earl.”

    Weird, huh?

    John Garratt

  18. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 27 November 2007 at 3:47 pm #

    I tentatively surmise that an aspect of Sk’s spirituality is tantamount to Gandhi’s. All humans are children of the Creator and all animals are creatures of the Creator. All life is interconnected thereby making it spiritually imperative to have reverence for all life.

    SK’s Music Is A Time Release Drug! Isidore and Jack Frost immediately assuage your ears. Conversely, Unearthed, Narcosis, The Slow Crack, Dabble and Remindlessness systematically penetrate into your
    psyche and become really potent by the sixth spin. The remastered versions are essential.

    “Upside down inside out and sideways’ reminds me of one of my favorite Yardbirds songs featuring JB on guitar.

  19. avatar
    yup | 27 November 2007 at 4:12 pm #

    “i fell from a great hight… “


  20. avatar
    knotme | 27 November 2007 at 5:08 pm #

    Thirteen is my lucky number
    blessings moonwise goodnight
    bigger and visible
    you have a clear view of things you couldn’t see before
    now that there is that great big hole in the roof.

  21. avatar
    Leelinau | 27 November 2007 at 5:16 pm #

    Salt & pepper.


  22. avatar
    veleska1970 | 27 November 2007 at 5:56 pm #

    ooooo~~another one i had to read and re-read a few times. steve, sometimes your blogges are so incredibly complex that i have to read them in sections to extract the meaning. but one line in particular jumps out to me:
    “you must devote yourself
    to anything at which you wish to such seed”
    and that is true, too. nothing is going to fall into your lap. you have to strive for it. and the hard work pays off.

    nice one today. (well, that’s a dumb thing to say~~they’re nice everyday!! *blush**)

    lotza love…..

  23. avatar
    Ansible Jon | 27 November 2007 at 6:36 pm #

    A lovely blog today.
    Speaking of parallel Kilbeys:
    Anyone who can get their hands on an advertisement for “Beowulf: The Game” (mine was in Entertainment Weekly” issue 966/967, page 109) please study this ad and tell me one thing: Is there any way you can look at the title character and NOT say it looks just like SK?
    Look at the mouth, beard, eyes, nose, the broad cheekbones, the facial creases. I kid you not, the depiction is a dead ringer for our olde beane. Seriously, i urge anyone to look at that face and not see our host blogger.
    I swear you must be getting royalties for this ad!
    Any chance you and Beowulf are related?

  24. avatar
    steve kilbey | 27 November 2007 at 7:44 pm #

    i slay monsters
    but they are all me

  25. avatar
    davem | 27 November 2007 at 7:52 pm #

    Hi Steve!! Love you!

  26. avatar
    davem | 27 November 2007 at 7:54 pm #

    I used to worry endlessly about my “mortality”.
    Ego. It’s good to get past that and be (relatively…) content.

  27. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 27 November 2007 at 9:18 pm #

    SK’s blog, art and music have ascended my love for India. There are eastern excursions on GIlt Trip. I have studied about Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu. So mystical and eternally soulful.

    I will never venture from my penitent and intransigent Judeo-Catholic guilt trip (The Sky Gods) but Hinduism, Buddhism and Jainism are indeed venerable creeds replete with pacifist spirituality. Empedocles would be pleased.

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 9:36 pm #

    Hi ansible jon, I have to say that guy’s face has a bit of the handsome sk in it, but that body is a dead ringer!!! Those thighs and calves, my god, I have to see this movie!!
    Love Amanda
    P.S. Hi sk, I hope you didn’t mind my silly comment, but those legs….

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 November 2007 at 11:22 pm #

    long live parallel kilbey!

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 November 2007 at 3:35 am #

    what a fantastic song “hiroshima mon amour”was on box of byrds!that euro-drive in the guitars,and sk’s dreamy voice…thomas!truly!thats my favourite from that album…it paints pictures of grey sky,rain,long coats,and boots..warm cafes with fireplaces,and frosted windows..soulful industrial and spacey..kinda that “1984=orwell style”…lurve that one sk!…love,genx

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 November 2007 at 6:12 pm #


    Can’t wait for the next dose of musical morphine from the gods of space rock. There sure are a lot of starfuckers and asskissers on this blogge…great content though SK. Bring on the music good sir!

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 November 2007 at 11:52 am #

    ya forgot “outside in” 😉

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