posted on April 8, 2007 at 10:01 am

what do i care if some silly sods done a new version
of utmw?
what do i care for all the constant reappraisal
the experts pontification
let em dissect me
i cant feel it
let em say what they want
or let em ignore me if they want
i am what they say i am
well theres show biz
and theres the time being
why would i be here otherwise?
do i chart the everyday for everyman?
do i navigate the safe waters of the mundane planes
like everybody else…?
no no no
the being is your vanguard
the being does the things with his mind
that you dont dare to anymore
the being is in a permanent state of arrested childhood
the being is still open to the spirits of the mineral world
the being with its past lives flowering like a damaged parachute
i have reached this position….
a strange position indeed
its my niche
now let me occupy it
it so easy to be even half-good
in this half-bad world
a bit of this
a bit of that
oh the easier it gets
the better it is
cant you understand i am torn between great confidence
bordering on obsessive vanity
and a terrible doubt
a terrible feeling of failure
i need to master everything
i pick up a fucking ukelele …
if i aint written a song in 2 minutes
i furious
fucking uka -laylee
gimme my 4 string bass
that heavy little mother aint never gonna run outta riffs
oh my sweet sweet bass
best bass in the world
rolls royce of basses
organic bass
pure bass
warm bass
you gotta love warmth baby
i donta wanna mah bass to sound cold n clanky
i dont want no zingy rickybacker bass
i dont want no dirty gibson neither
i want the king
the leveller
the definitive instrument
i want the straddy-various of basses
mister im talking about the fender jazz bass
it just is alright
yeah yeah
people play others
but they know jazz is best
smoke jazz n play jazz on my jazz n all that jazz
oh its the feeling of the best…
oh bass still a mystery to be unravelled
im just getting started
my fingers think of stuff themselves
and my heart plays all the sharps n flats
and my mind figures out the interweave
and my spirit tries to keep it simple
but my brain wants to chuck everything in there
im under a spell
a good spell
an improvement spell
you wait
youll see
youll say
most improved of 2007
the time being
good boy steven!
because i can
i do this
because i can
yeah you could come up with a dumb comment
that lasts one line
you may even come up with a smart comment
if ya lucky
but can ya sustain it baybee
day in
day out
knocking it out
just because i can
we aint got dylan thomas no more
we aint got arthur rim-bo or william s.
who we got
i dunno
martin amis?
a few fiction writers
john crowley (yeah!)
i dunno
whos trying to reconcile all this stuff?
fantasy magical realistic mythological
surrealistic beatnik bohemian hindu
rocknroll hodge podge of pure bullshit
yessir that’ll be me
thisll be my stop
im live to air here
i done all those things youve dreamed of
and i lived your nightmares too
at least some of them arky-types
i aint easily defeated by impossibility
i mean i wanna hear sideways music
i wanna see sculptors sing in steel
if you resisting this
im puzzled then
do i feel resistance?
the proof in the pudding
with the brandy n the currents
ive had so much field experience
sitting here
listening to yellow6/portal
thanks ricky miami
another innately grroovy guy
i have to admire
even tho im old enuff to be his farther
ricky miami youve hidden so many gems in my pod
every days a musical mystery tour
so sitting here
i think of all the hotel motel make you wanna die
i think of all the notes ive plucked
all the words i sang
all the arguments i had with pricks idiots n ratbags
sometimes all of the above
i think of the flights
cold sweating in a cramped seat over some icy ocean
or middle eastern hotspot
all the hands i hadda shake
all the babies i hadda kiss
all the promises i hadda make
all the rehearsals
all the cars n limos n vans
the helicopters n the ferries
the unions n the managers n the roadies
n the deelers n the heelers
n the crews n the audiences in spades
screaming for the time beyings blood
expecting something no one could deliver
anticipating something so sublime yet…
failure is built in to it im afraid
gotta keep trying
barking up wrong alleys
running up dead end trees
running up bills
running up the shops for energy drinks n a packet of tally-ho
kidsa saying where you going king rude daddy?
go daddy go
somebody rings me up
they say are you stevie kilbey oh boy
i say yes i am whose this boyo?
they say oh stevie kay kay im your number one fan
i say whatdya think of uninvited
they say scuse me?
i say can you name me any song other than under the milky way
they say under the what?
i say do you know any song at all?
they say oh no i guess you got me good with names
i say what you want?
they say nothing
i say who are you
they say no one
i say where are you
they say yeah you guessed it nowhere
howdja like that?!
so does that ever happen to you
i m really living this large up to the hilton
im some pathetic peter pan with ‘is white beard
poncing about on a stage in buda-pest
or maybe penrith panthers
cept in budapest kitty kat coulda gotten in
but they shoo’d her away at penriff
poor kitty kat
up in darwin
no gw
no ir
she gotta keep hopin ole sk keeps on keepin on
imagine if you send in a neggy comment n i die nexta day?
oooh eek a mouse might come round n find ya!
but if you can blogge on the otherside
poor kitty kat
then i’ll send ya a sign
like yer ipod ll throw me on shuffle 13 times inna row
or i’ll make ectoplasm appear all over yer cubicle at work
people be nice to me now
im olde
i deserve some tlc
no no not slavish sinko-phancy
back off there you weirdos
ha ha
ah now you may approacheth…..
just consider my delicacy you see
i am the delicate bricklayer
and a whole string of oxymorons
all self aggrandizing my puny self
now projected on yer multi-screen
in all its pixellated graininess
im just letting off steam
i cant shut it down
it wants to stream
it wants to get out of my head
it craves the internet
it craves instant transmission
im sitting here
somewhere ya cant really imagine
but in five minutes
some dude in cairo’ll be reading this tripe
im drunk with that power
that icon thats says
” publish this mess right now!”
that feeling ya get when ya let people
all over the place read yer fuckin’ mind
well now my lifes a soup opera
jus’ like they always said it shoulda been
you read about the doodles n the bumper
boy there some characters for sure
in the finer focus of dopes trance
where i sift thru my one inch thoughts
and decide it couldnt be done
this is it… cyber poems for a buncha blog fiendss
whatever ya wanted
whatever ya thought you gonna get
i should be doing the washing up
i should be packing my soup case
and chequeing my geemails n oh boymales
i should grow up
cut my job n get a hare
come outta my silver panelled cocoon
earth to kilbey
earth to kilbey
can you hear me mayja killa
can you hear me
can you hear me…….

27 Responses to “because i can…”

  1. avatar
    mime | 8 April 2007 at 12:14 pm #

    Maybe you should try a book written by the southafrican novelist Etienne van Heerden some time. Pure magic!

  2. avatar
    fifi | 8 April 2007 at 12:25 pm #

    “The being with the past lives flowering like a damaged parachute…”

    love that
    and the rest

  3. avatar
    nickfiction | 8 April 2007 at 12:36 pm #

    i recall playing in that exact club you are playing in budapest nearly 8 yrs ago….. they made us this crap food , and we demanded better or we’d leave…… they gave us some weird meat spread on crackers….. hardly a good dinner for weary travellers…better get your own food here…

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 1:03 pm #

    i love all your music the verse you do without the Church is especially great thanks sk for everything. If you are wondering who this is I am the guy that tried to help out on the remindlessness cover. Any way take care lov eme

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 1:55 pm #

    have a safe and fruitful journey! take care and post regularly

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 2:07 pm #

    Hiya Killer
    Just your Hellbound Burner again. My object of destructive desire came around to my place tonight and I made love to him with my cooking. If I sound pissed it’s because I am and fuck man, plese tell me what I’m DOING because he still burns for me and I for him. I don’t know whether to laugh or fucking cry. Maybe I’ll do both. DO YOU EVEN READ YOUR BLOG RESPONSES???? Or are you too frigging esoteric to bother with matters of the flesh and the heart?
    Ah fuck man, forget it. I’ll go to hell anyway.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 2:28 pm #

    how can i follow that?

  8. avatar
    veleska1970 | 8 April 2007 at 3:18 pm #

    “what do i care if some silly sods done a new version
    of utmw?”
    i am discovering more and more that is one of the downfalls of putting yourself out there. there’s always going to be a so-called “new and improved” version of you done by somebody else. of course, my philosophy is “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” my creations are perfect already. i guess this could be construed as a little narcissistic, and i guess i’m entitled to that…..but the flip side of this is i’m already hyper-critical of myself enough without outside help.

    have a safe flight, and knock ’em dead in buddha-pest next week, killa!!

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 4:32 pm #

    does anyone mind if i leave a negative comment? oh really? who fuckin cares…REAL LIFE…Gimme shelter ( i’ll give the stoneds a break every now and then) …ok, why leave these super purple poems on the comment section? i wont mention names….but jeesus….please…sunsets are nice, so are myths and fairy images…but sob, wtf? it perplexes me someone hasn’t figured out the shit o’ the world yet…there is a season, so fuckin turn turn and BURN!!! baybees…we are disappearing from the Earth…write about that!!!!! Dee inside a box on the street in Austin Texas…feel free to lay into ME…poison makes me stronger…All born during this week: ME(3-29-69)the ol’ the prophet and virgin keeper of Islam, Jesus of course ( his ghost), Buddha ( april8?) Van Ah-GO-Go, and the two cool art teachers i sub for…halleloooooyah and happy Easter rising……..

  10. avatar
    PAGEY | 8 April 2007 at 4:45 pm #

    hey lets not n say we post any negative comments to Steve, he’s the king of sweet psychedelia and and acid soul

  11. avatar
    EARTHFRIEND | 8 April 2007 at 4:50 pm #

    that anonymous guy above me needs to shut the fuck up, have a safe trip me esskay, please tell the rest of the band me wish them a safe trip as well…
    Missing You

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 5:04 pm #

    earthfriend, you are a MORON times infinity…too bad i cant slap the stupid shit from yer motuh in person…do ya need a lesson in life ?? i’ll give it to ya for free!!! …bring on the poison, you aint got no insight into life…but keep it comin , i dont mind reminding sods like you what’s really UP…missing you/ boo hoo…dumbass…no-one tells me to shut up without good reason…and i aint anon…see the name…read it and weep, if ya know how…idiot~*~

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 5:10 pm #

    and whata fuckin hippocrite…ughhh!!!Dee…

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 5:12 pm #

    ding-dang such meanness in the crowd what up with dat

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 5:13 pm #

    I was wonderin if nk was a tad bit worried leaving you ALONE with that there bass

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 5:17 pm #

    i’m not being mean, just responding in kind…read carefully…don’t be a coward…anyone who can suss…Song that resembles my day: danny lanois…Where the hawkind kills ….I’ve held the flaming sword, so beware…..simpletons…and i sure as hell aint part of the crowd….have you been following along all this time, or what….sayonara…and why did christ die…damn fools…J. Dee ~*~

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 5:20 pm #

    ground control
    to mayja killa
    wishing you
    a fab tour
    sending my
    love and
    good vibes
    to mwp
    tp and
    of course
    you sk
    rock on

  18. avatar
    craig1.618 | 8 April 2007 at 6:05 pm #

    yes i can……allright…….sometimes……..perhaps……maybe………just no pots and grannies

  19. avatar
    ~ | 8 April 2007 at 8:47 pm #

    planet earth is blue
    and there’s something
    I can do
    take your (soy) protein pills
    and take your helmet off
    rocket off the charts
    a bass you sling around
    your waist
    don’t even need to lay hands
    on her smooth curves to pluck her
    strings and make her sing
    do ya?
    oh but when you do
    you do it so right
    with the greatest of ease
    easing back into times
    softer spaces and stranger dimensions
    blue sky baby
    rocketing heavenward
    up there the atmosphere gives to thrust
    pressure pushes back does not
    resist the cosmonaut
    on earth
    well sure the mice run the show!
    eek! naughty crafty interdimensional mice
    I do luv ya
    I really gotta thank you
    in a weird way…
    never could figure out though
    why in the world
    Trillian traded in Zaphod
    for that goofy dent
    after all, me thinks:
    three heads are better than one!
    this venus
    has the head of very stubborn goat
    and a silvery fishy tail
    of great altitudes
    of great depths
    I can ride the sea saw
    tennis is fun
    back n forth
    table tennis too
    match set
    muse: more sprite full
    than spite full
    here for fun fun
    learning learning
    do swim better than walk
    an ocean of songs to be played by
    a master musican
    walks along shores
    water kissing feet
    soft waves
    tidal waves!
    be very hard to wait
    challenges, not possible to fail though
    neither afraid to fly
    you’re not afraid of the imp(ossible)
    and I can be
    4 sure
    your good is better than best
    your best is so much better than the rest
    I will remind you
    when you forget
    I, hereby
    do promise
    to keep ya a(mused)
    for all times


  20. avatar
    ~ | 8 April 2007 at 9:30 pm #

    was playing
    that day
    as I type type typed
    on fm 101.9 kink
    fact n truth!
    hand on heart
    wish they would play
    new yummy stuff
    also olde yummy stuff
    Essence is one of my all time favourite songs
    on the planet
    I love the one one about oh Columbus
    why do we celebrate his atrocities
    I often wondered, even as a wee one
    such glaring differences
    between the Truth of Life
    and the lie of living
    they teach in public schools
    raising kids to be employees
    the wrong kind of bricklaying
    the restlessness a free spirit
    feels cutting deep
    a cry out from the soul
    not to smothered
    or have the freedom to dream
    the impossible dream, the bird of paradise
    they try to clip your wings and cage you
    the pain so deep
    you escape first by daydreaming…
    lose yourself in marbles glass colour swirls
    or books and music and plastic pegasus’s
    then in other ways
    until you find your way again
    well, at nine
    I knew the real story of the indian princess
    who died in England away from her people
    at 16
    good ol disney dawgs painted her up
    whored her out
    made her into a plastic doll
    made money off her tragedy
    it would be downright
    not to take advantage of the natural resources
    it seems
    the seed beads of bad karma

    the books and music and images
    closest to my heart
    were never on that machine
    and will never be


  21. avatar
    bunny | 8 April 2007 at 9:41 pm #


    May I suggest a couple of books by Richard Flanagan? I think Death of a River Guide and Gould’s Book of Fish are both wonderful/magical/powerful/beautiful. Maybe you’d like them.

    Took your advice weeks ago (or was it months?) and read Winterlong. Thanks for that recommendation.

    Happy travels. Hope we’ll be getting a visit from the Crhuhc in the States this year…

  22. avatar
    ~ | 8 April 2007 at 9:42 pm #

    if the world is leaving a bad taste in your mouth
    it could be because you think it’s made outa shit

    peace to you

  23. avatar
    kitty kat~ | 8 April 2007 at 10:58 pm #

    kitty in darwin
    should be in budapest
    because you can
    send her a sign
    she’s packed
    she’s ready for bright tomorrows
    tell her the things she knows you know
    she does not know herself
    she hasn’t traveled much
    clouds invited
    and sunshine


  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 11:08 pm #

    I love that attitude of yours sk, it gives me hope that you’ll be writing, singing and playing music forever.
    Keep an eye on that beautiful bass while OS, stay healthy, happy and post us sometime ok!
    Love and farewell for now,
    P.S. Art Imitating Life, I can’t get enough!

  25. avatar
    Sunshine | 9 April 2007 at 3:10 am #

    Happy travels to you, SK.


  26. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 9 April 2007 at 4:22 pm #

    earth to kilbey
    earth to kilbey
    keep rockin’ ye olde guru

    I enjoyed the blog, I hope the upcoming tour dates go well.


  27. avatar
    rubikon | 10 April 2007 at 2:36 am #

    You’ve always been so hard to figure out – you’re a complex old dude – that’s for sure.
    But we all love you for it – and you’ve always caught my ear.

    I guess those who can, just do it..and those who can’t? well I guess they just audition for Pop Idol.

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