posted on December 13, 2005 at 12:07 am

ok
im ashamed
im embarrassed
my bloggy yesterday
sorry
should not rant and rave
should not spend time releasing negative energy
should not bore you with my pustulent diatribes
so no more
that nasty part of sk has been quarantined
(tent on quarantino)
the troublemaker has been isolated
the ringleader has been apprehended and dealt with
severely
thats that
and thats it
and that
and that
no
nevermind

new paragraph
elektra and miranda have arrived
oh my lovely swedish daughters
so kind and nice
ole sk basking in the total overkill of feminine vibes
my five daughters waiting on me
hand and foot
oh so nice people
i recommend having five daughters
oh filial love
oh big daddy sk
(son, did you mo-lest mah daughter
he said, sk, i do not know of what you speak)
yes yes yes
what else
i can write a bloggy filled with love and light
i do not need to stoop to pointless carping criticism
of pea brained rockers
of gurlie schmaltz
of….
(ok he’s loose again
the demon sk
the bitter olde fellah
hang on
sound of left lobe being totally flattened)
ah, thats better
i mean he comes up with something interesting
every now and then
but he was the guy who was rude to the poor little bangles
he was the guy who wouldnt shake simon le blobs hand
he was the guy that played that nasssty trick on toto
whilst make starfish
he was the guy who disagreed with clive davis at arista
he was the guy who insulted the bullies at lyneham high
and left me to be beaten up
(hiya nick ward)
he was the guy….ah fuck him , people
if ya ever meet olde sk
and that wanker is in charge of the operation
give im a quick knee in the balls
and ask ‘im about maybe these fucken bouys
or whatever
whatever you like
i dont care
its a sunny morning in bondi
all five daughters present and accounted for
adelaide and melbourne looomin large
and a poetry reading in melbo as well
oh sk
you pretentious olde wanker
a fucking poetry reading
jesus
i cannot call myself a poet
it is a term that should be conferred
like genius
or a knighthood
(fat chance of that, olde bean)
so i dunno
if you meet someone who tells ya theyre a poet
laugh and walk away
(sounds of 250 people leaving sks bloggy)
hey mah peeeeple
where ya goin

but you do meet wankers
ya say what do ya do man
and they say
Im a poet, dude
HA
HA
nevermind my little fishes
still
it is alright
come to the po nite
the the cornah hotel
then the church murch desk
you can have a total sk nite
readin the po
listnin to the mooosic
lookin at the prints
then finish the nite
by being safe with the new sk condoms
available in titanium white
brilliant red
and regular sorta greeny yellow (these with ribs)
so
the merch train keeps on a rolling
with the new range of sk products
belching out of third world sweatshops soon
guaranteed to be made from endangered species!!
whatever you fiends
i should go home
before he gets nasssty again
lookin forward to narnia
BUT THE FUCKIN WITCH SHOULD HAVE BLACK HAIR NOT BLONDE!!!!!
nevermind all that
elektra is hassling me to finish up
havin a fershlugginer argument rite here
in this backpacker ridden, jet loving internet cafe
jesus
didnt see this coming
she cant understand that theres a few hundred peeeeple
who rely on this bloggo
for their daily fixx
ok
im gonna have to pull the pluggy now
im sorry, my little rodents
my little conkubines
my little ones
mu children of the night
BUT THATS IT
i love ya
YE OLDE SK

20 Responses to “be like you could, all my friends say”

  1. avatar
    eek | 13 December 2005 at 1:01 am #

    Well…I got to stay to read the whole post. I’m no poet (as I’m sure you’ve already figured out)…can’t even pretend to be one in my wildest dreams…. *sigh*

    Enjoy those feminine vibes!

  2. avatar
    weinyay | 13 December 2005 at 2:07 am #

    love the bloggy ole esskay

  3. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 13 December 2005 at 3:15 am #

    I LOVE YOU TOO SK
    enjoy your time with the family

    …and I totally agree with you
    about those who proclaim they be
    “POET”
    oh, poochiefish has danced with
    that devil himself
    but those who enjoy such dervishes and never let go
    are pretentious bastards
    and should not be engaged

    Peace, Man!!!

  4. avatar
    warner | 13 December 2005 at 3:28 am #

    I’d buy those SK condoms in a hot second. When can we expect SK iPods, Nike Free 5.01 SK edition, and SK limited edition Monopoly? The commercialization of SK can only be a good thing.

  5. avatar
    Jennifer | 13 December 2005 at 3:33 am #

    I just don’t see anything wrong with being rude to the Bangles or not shaking the hand of Mr. Duran. Your writings/musings/rantings make me smile. Hope you have a wonderful visit with your daughters – including the arguments to pull you out of cafes full of Jet-ridden backpackers – it’s for your own good and done out of love!

    Jennifer

  6. avatar
    ryan | 13 December 2005 at 4:56 am #

    kiss kiss suck suck dont be afraid of the dark mummy wont save you now kill your idols oh commenters youll feel better and more grown up

  7. avatar
    ryan | 13 December 2005 at 4:57 am #

    death is coming to all

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 December 2005 at 5:41 am #

    Look at that kid-ohs.
    The tin man does have a heart!
    And here i was thinking my prof.
    of Sarr-Chasm was just an ‘ol meanie.

    Lo and behold.

    On Ye olde narnia tip……….
    Tilda Swinton is a strange and beguiling sight.
    I don’t give 2 @#$%# aboot ‘er hair.

    5 daughters?!!! may ALL the gods
    bless you!, oh salt and peppered
    one. ‘yer gonna’ need it.

    Listenin’ to Cantilever (can’t i leave her) right now. Why wasn’t that on the album(proper)?

    Great lyrics,great fookin’song.

    Goodnight,
    glynisjohns

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 December 2005 at 6:53 am #

    You would prefer the stereo typical
    witch with black hair?

    I believe the witch is a metaphor for lucifer which means “light”
    he was also very beautiful.
    Look it up Ezekiel 28 11-14

  10. avatar
    Ron | 13 December 2005 at 8:07 am #

    “if you meet someone who tells ya theyre a poet
    laugh and walk away”
    That’s a good one! -I’m laughing off the chair and on the floor now!
    Sounds like a new song. To be afraid of a poet, to cringe at the sight of, To un resonate at all he/she is.
    I guess it’s good advice Steve and so I’m writing that one down now to keep!
    -still laughing

    I know It was yesterdays blog but you really shouldn’t pay attention to that band jet. They’re a total discredit and dishonor to all of musickind!

    So here’s to you Steve for past life laughs sake and laughs in general.
    I know of the character in the past and this one‘s over the top. This one danced in the arena and tried to be something he wasn’t. He and others danced and sang their songs and did their poetry and wore their garb(the kind that maybe they shouldn’t have…). They were into themselves and their self-believed superior relationships. Praise they did relentlessly, to their false creator and false angels. Highly jealous this character was. Secretly arrogant. Aligning himself with womankind and yet higher than any goddess, in his own mind. What a joke!

    It’s only too funny!
    Keep in mind now Steve I was never part of their group as I never believed as they did.

    And there he was in that song! Hats off to you for that one! I’ve sang it many times and laughed indeed!

    The time period this character lived- a few hundred years before the supposed birth of Jesus according to the bible. Jesus is a real angel to me, just not in the way of religion.

    I had a real good laugh thinking about it today. A real disgusting character he was! All the things he couldn’t control back then. All the angels he couldn’t control. All the gifts of theirs he couldn’t control.
    I know you find him ridiculous and unbelievable and I’m laughing as I type this. There just wasn’t enough power for him in the world!

    Even if he did bake bread on the street corners for free!
    Even if he wore his garb!
    Even if he wrote books.
    Even if he tried and tried.

    He couldn’t erase.

    Cheers Steve

  11. avatar
    One Blog | 13 December 2005 at 9:03 am #

    Ok, my comment seemed harsh in hindsight.
    Particularly so now, but I guess that’s the price
    of pushing the button. The curse of the blog or
    is that a blessing? On we go.

  12. avatar
    tex | 13 December 2005 at 11:56 am #

    i don’t mind the jet, specially when you need something loud and uncomplicated. i take me hat off to them – made some people happy (not sk), made some dough. i also like the church, when i need something a little more cerebral, but still with aural substance. ‘of skins & heart’ still one of my all time faves, played real loud. power to all musos.

  13. avatar
    sue c | 13 December 2005 at 12:14 pm #

    Vitamin SK, an essential part of my daily diet …but dont feel too pressured. Enjoy your daughters and on with the show!
    ps its about time they portrayed blondes as the evil witches they really are … ha ha… LOL but truly, snow white cold face, red red lips and ‘blonde hair’ just isnt part of the book for me. Im SO glad they didnt go with Kidman, SO damn glad. These are my favourite stories EVER and the thought of Disney ruining it… too much to bear!
    Actually, the best song JET wrote was a slow ballad.

  14. avatar
    youamwho | 13 December 2005 at 12:19 pm #

    GOD, I love you, man!

    Funny tonight you bring up yr *thing* concerning Clive -On High-Davis …twas like yesterday(actually I was just talking w/someone else in attend yesterday proper) … pre-Starfish tour gigs at Bottom Line in NYC … two shows that night …abysmal -yet quite entertaining- Fordham Uni show to come, night after … but … that cold and damp Friday night night back in early spring of CE 1988 … for those few fleeting hours …the heavens rumbled and the gods smiled down upon us all in attend …Starfish was born alive …and speaking of smiling gods. Messr Davis was seated a table o’er from us for the early Bottom Line show …I can still flash on his beamful smile. Whatever transpired down the line …Clive was diggin’ you lot!

    Brother Steve.

    Enjoy your family, Steve … for that is your crowning acheivement. When all else fails you, when rock retreats, when art ceases to flow, when the Karmic wheel takes ya for a wild spin …there’re always your girls. Enjoy your life man, for ye have most DEFINITELY earned that … you above most all …revel, mate …you’re still here, man. And lastly. Enjoy the holidays.

    Love and light!

    Brother m

    …oh yeah …I enjoy the Jet …got a certain rock about ’em.

  15. avatar
    blondenemesis | 13 December 2005 at 2:13 pm #

    It’s already yesterday, we’re off the calendar.
    They come to me sometimes when I’m sleeping.
    The rusty stream of dawn completes,
    You should decide what you want to believe in.

    Yet I thought I had something special to say?
    You’re gonna get it whatever you choose.
    Starlight into mystery,
    You are a paradox to me, a senseless maze.
    You are a paradox to me, a contradiction…
    Revelation baby, you’re beautiful.
    You’re a predicament for me, and a prediction.

    Sudden Adult Death Syndrome.
    Black plague?
    A blonde poet coming down with the sickness!

  16. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 13 December 2005 at 3:58 pm #

    Yo tambien insulté a las chicas Bangles porque me caen gordísimas! Aunque Jane Wiedlen fue muy amable duranted una entrevista que hice con ella cuando tocaba con Frosted. Temo que si le di la mano a Simon pero recuerda que tenía 17 años y padecía de juventud.
    Que la pases de pelos con tus cinco niñas!

  17. avatar
    Al Renwick | 13 December 2005 at 6:16 pm #

    hey a big fuckin stinky cloud rose up over England the last few days; some folks said it was the shape of sk’s beard as if floated like the pox over Welwyn Garden City

  18. avatar
    RONIN | 14 December 2005 at 2:42 am #

    Howzabout some sk brand cotton sheets, house paint and blue jeans to go with the condoms? You know we’d buy ’em!

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 December 2005 at 8:46 am #

    it’s alright, I shagged one of the bangles’ boyfriends. Posters on the wall were a bit of a distraction, but

  20. avatar
    Rubikon | 3 February 2006 at 1:45 pm #

    It probably went right over poor Simon Le Blobs head anyway. What did you do to Toto – tell them they were good?…


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