posted on February 6, 2009 at 8:31 pm

whatever you say i am
i am
sam i am
i am i am i am i am
look at me
all angular n red
look at my brain stuffed full of disinfotainmentalism
look at my fat little fingers aw….how cute…
look at my tour
oooh i’m treading the boards
ooh im going to some distant city
ooh i’m on a plane going up in the sky
hey its saturday aint it?
hey wheres my mate ricky “whoah!!” miami?
hey wheres my guitar n my pipe n my bowl
hey wheres the audience and the global warming
hey theres only a thousand zebras left….aw it’ll do, wont it?
hey wheres that song with the c#minor?
i dunno
rummaging around in my brain
find terry n terri
find kathy
find my winning ticket
find my little unicorn…..ah…how sweet…?!
find my feet
find the strength
find out
i chuck my heart in my mind
it doesnt fit properly but who cares
sometimes they overlap
sometimes my brain throws out
what my heart would easily accept
sometimes when my heart is too proud
a niggling thought in my mind
can lead to a repossession
i wander on down through my blog n my life
i pick up relics n souvenirs as i go
a tear here
a tear there
(tear to rhyme with there)
tear along this line————————–
kilbey just stumbles along
all rubbery and docile
he plays his dna hand
he meets the commentors on a frozen tundra
he blooms one more time before he fades away
he smokes yet more dope
he does more yoga
he swims n swims
he paints n paints
he listens n listens
my hands hurt
my back recoils
i work like a bohemian slave dog
sweating over a hot pastel
i compose music and words while i cook my toast
i pray to god as i squash some ants
they ran out of triple sec
so i just had orange sec
and i tried to forget all the things you did
i tried to forgive you your trespasses
but i’d rather have you prosecuted
and i kept turning the tv off
its eating up your life
and i pick up another paintbrush
and i pick out another colour
and i submerge myself in a hundred faces
staring out dumbly from gallery of my life
ooh you lovely ladies
ooh you handsome devils
ooh you whining harridans
ooh you manipulating little sObbers
now i am so weary….
world weary
whirled wary
i turn again
to face the onslaught
of patent madness
impending olde age
and unbearable grooviness
i am the being in time
i am always
and i will always be

23 Responses to “ask me how”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 February 2009 at 9:14 pm #

    Hopefully one of the distant cities will be mine.

    Accept no substitutes for Triple Sec Steve.

    Have a fantabulous weekend.

    Tampa, Fl

  2. avatar
    Leelinau | 6 February 2009 at 9:28 pm #




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    Hellbound Heart | 6 February 2009 at 9:35 pm #

    self-identity is a bitch isn’t it? i think the best we can hope to do is to be reasomnably kind to ourselves and cut ourselves a little slack when we fuck up….
    love always…..

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    Anonymous | 6 February 2009 at 9:57 pm #


  5. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 6 February 2009 at 10:11 pm #

    “I pray to God while squashing ants”. John Wesley would say no Mr. Kilbey “the Great creator even carved out a niche for ants in the grand scheme of things.”

  6. avatar
    Leelinau | 6 February 2009 at 10:39 pm #

    Oh yea, you should add music to so I can tweet (on twitter) more of the music. There’s a couple tracks from Isidore, but only UTMW for the Church.

    Music can’t be bought if they’ve never heard it! You just never know…ya know.



  7. avatar
    eek | 6 February 2009 at 11:32 pm #

    It could be worse, Steve. You could be me.

  8. avatar
    princey | 6 February 2009 at 11:38 pm #

    Hi sk, I’ll be squashing some ants today, the army’s are out with the Melby heatwave at the moment, it’s as hot as hell, lucky u didnt relocate! Have a beautiful day.
    love Amanda

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    seoigh | 6 February 2009 at 11:40 pm #

    Nothing wrong with chopping wood and carrying water, Killer.

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    jax | 6 February 2009 at 11:45 pm #

    Its raining cats and dogs here in L.A., I think I just saw Ricky M hitchhiking down Melrose, he had those aviators on..

  11. avatar
    seoigh | 7 February 2009 at 12:19 am #

    You know, you did choose to climb into the bull of Phalaris. You can hardly complain that your fans enjoy the bull’s music permeating all directions at once.

  12. avatar
    lily was here | 7 February 2009 at 3:27 am #

    Old age, bah humbug! I thought Leonard might have inspired you. Push it away with that guitar of yours. Arm yourself with pastels, notebooks and a challenge. Your blue gray eyes are a window to our world. Let’s get on with it baby. You’re good to go! All we need in life is the basics of survival, the rest are just luxuries. Give into it. Maybe a sea-change will be the kick-start you need right now to get your life into perspective. We all have choices whether we believe that or not. Sometimes even what seems to be the wrong choices will lead you back where you need to be. If that makes sense. Much love! Sue xox

    ps seiogh, i probably have your records i wonder to myself

    pss steve id love to see you at the piano someday

  13. avatar
    veleska1970 | 7 February 2009 at 5:01 am #

    “It could be worse, Steve. You could be me.”
    or me!!

  14. avatar
    markobears | 7 February 2009 at 5:15 am #

    Do niggling thoughts meake you racist?

  15. avatar
    markobears | 7 February 2009 at 5:16 am #

    sry that was bad )O;

  16. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 7 February 2009 at 10:37 am #

    fantastic andy….you out there anywhere, mate?…..haven’t heard from you in a while….everything ok? (i hope….)
    peace and love…..

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    catchow | 7 February 2009 at 11:59 am #

    sure you’ll “always be”…
    With the quantity and QUALITY of
    the songs,musics,albums…you
    left (and to come…) you’ll belong
    to the Immortals … but not if
    you squash too many Animals…

  18. avatar
    davem | 7 February 2009 at 12:50 pm #

    You sound like I feel!

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    Braine73 | 7 February 2009 at 2:20 pm #

    much love to u
    when i heard
    you were down i fealt for u
    you were the topic of mine
    at a dinner
    you are my mantel
    you are my conversation piece
    i touched your hand
    you shook my hand so fast
    i fealt the thousands of others
    going pasts
    i sat on the couch w/ cravings
    cravings to crave with u
    but i was protected from what i wanted to do
    many years ago
    NYC fabric district
    backstage party
    august bleed stealing my introduction
    goth chick stealing my head in the photo that was
    on the net
    .my nervous brother talked w u
    i got up..
    we drove all night toi see u
    we drove to manhatten
    we met fellow shadow cabinet tshirts
    everyone was
    so expectation free
    i wish i was
    u cracked a joke
    about getting your photo taken
    in NYC
    a girl saw my noc noc tshirt
    in SF
    she was cool
    the coat check girl was cute
    she heard u practicing
    and asked me if it was really that band that plays
    the song under the milyway…
    come back to america for painkiller
    come to portland maine
    u will love it ..i hope;
    when will we meet again
    tomorrrow will your muse meet mine
    my canvas got filled
    you are my prophet
    though i learn not from you
    i look upo to you
    ]i walk proud now
    i am creating again
    i feel the best in years
    i long to be free
    of this and that
    i follow in your path
    not for your fame
    but for your
    mind your music your ability to do
    what ive strived for my entire life
    which started last year
    i got hit w a ruler
    and im awake
    not on the path of the lone looser
    on the arduous path of integrity
    i will
    i will

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 February 2009 at 4:06 pm #

    funny about the ant thing…seems to strike a chord with people…they are just about the only creature i now kill…why ive even let the enormous redback spider with stacks of eggs live on, as long as it stays in the garden…but ants in the kitchen! What can you do…still i feel guilty as i press those tiny dots into the stove top…
    Re the heat and victoria; my thoughts are with all those who have died today and there familys, it is a shocking tragedy….

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 February 2009 at 7:34 pm #

    i made salad rolls,on hot cross buns,for lunch.;/ 🙁 ;( ;D :I xo

  22. avatar
    lily was here | 7 February 2009 at 9:36 pm #

    Beautiful Marysville’s burnt to the ground 🙁 Hope everyone in Vic and elsewhere is safe x

  23. avatar
    seoigh | 8 February 2009 at 12:38 am #

    lily was here-

    come now.

    no one has my records any more.

    that’s SO last century!

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