posted on March 26, 2007 at 8:48 pm

good lord
it amuses me that people read my blogge
looking for logic or reason or even-handedness
expecting me not to be bitter or repeat myself
after all im an olde drug casualty
im a flippin’ rock musician
im a bloody pop lyricist
yet you tune in to my rave
expecting something everyday
that i aint ever gonna dish up
you gotta see the jokes on you
especially if ya want kilbey not to be kilbey
dudes im a bitchy gossipy cruel stupid angry prick
did i ever tell you that?
i hereby declare myself bitter
so from hereoninits pointless to write in
and besmirch my comments with this tiresome comment
of course im bitter…about some things, arent you?
isnt everybody?
if you say no youre a liar baby
if you read this blogge
you only gonna get the most bitter slanderous libellous bile
hey have you ever read paris spleen by baudelaire?
pure vitriol, pure bile
but you see
baudelaire contained other qualities as well
which he comingled with the bile
and that made him baudelaire
my bitterness makes me kilbey
along with a whole buncha otherstuff
so my patrons dont mind a bitter bitterness
as long as they get the poetry n history n humour
and they get to share my grief my worries my hopes n fears
ya see unlike most others
im also giving ya honesty
i say whatever i like
and i dont care whos reading
not my mother
my wife
my friends
guys in band
not even you sunshine
im nearly 53
i dont care anymore
dontcha see
(and i said all this before)
the act is gone
the mask has fallen
im the time being sweetheart
i aint no saint
i aint no journalist
i aint no reliable source of anything
im an opinionated pot smoking hippy bastard
im a socialist
im a almost-vegan
im a peace-nik
im a surrealist
im a funny n cranky olde sod
im a loving father
im a happily married
im a washed up rocker who still makes good records
i try n i try n i try so hard
i dig into my brain so deep to bring you the things i do
they may not be good
but i never condescend to you
i never just dish up bland blah
i never miss a day on my blogge
cos i couldnt think of anything “p c ” to say
i let ya have what im thinking both barrels
as if you were here with me now
as if you were sitting in my kitchen
with brian eno playing on my ipodbox
and im drinkin’ soy milk n goji juice
and soon i’ll take the doodles to school
and then i’ll swim a kilometre
and then im gonna post a copy of my book
to steffy fandorin cos he knows why
and then im gonna do chi gong
pay some bills
im gonna buy my mrs a coffee on the way home
im gonna come home re read this stupid entry
see if any body has commented
im gonna do a little this n that
and if i like it a bit more
oh ive gone off at a tangent
thats something else i do
cos im you know following my train of thought
you gotta roll with the punchbowls my friends
i can just imagine that i wrote something about genghis khan
in my style, natch
along the lines of
that genghis khan is a nassty little bugger
not content with totally fucking up ye olde china
the crazy tartar bastard went fer india
(isnt tartar something yer dog has round its teeth?)
any way olde ghengy boy wassa total bloodthirsty maniacal mofo
etc etc
and then
anonymous at 515 writes
ghengis khan was a good guy
youre only jealous n bitter you didnt invade europe like he did!

anonymous at 612 writes
get over it and lighten up
im tired of you bashing historical figures!

anonymous at 7 15
ghengis khan may have killed millions
but at least he didnt smoke cannabis!

anonymous at 8 15
you might be able to write songs
but you know nothing about history
those countries asked to be invaded!

anonymous at 942
what about heyday?

anonymous at 9 43
thats it!
kilbey = hitler
im never ever reading his blog again
i promise!

anonymous at 956
genghis khan!
kilbey khan’t!

anonymous at 10 32
i didnt read todays blog
hows matt davison?

anonymous at 10 37
grow up killer
the mongolian constitution guaranteed G K
the right to bear arms
and the right to bare arms
which was quite attractive given his triceps

anonymous at 10 38
hi great blog
i was wondering
would any of you like to buy some tupperware?

i just cant let anything go by can i?
you know im not perfect
im just another ratbag rabbitting away in cyber space
nothing on here is real
theres no real truth
none of it matters to the sea or the sky
you know they say that serpents lie in the deep black waters
the domain of hideous viperfish
some fish carry tiny lights to illuminate the inkiness
down there way down there
they dont care about what i write
its justa bit of fun to start the day
like meeting a half crazy old hermit
you gotta sift the tripe with the treasure
go ahead jump ship
i hear theres a lotta other guys
just like me out there
writing blogs pretty much like this one
i mean personally
if i was a reader n not a writer
i’d be reading the smacked bottom gurls blogge
but thats just me
im not really interested in the stoned ravings
of silly olde rockers
but im sure glad that you lot are
other wise
id be raving to myself
and theyd cart me away then
for sure

79 Responses to “bitter n twisted”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 26 March 2007 at 10:08 pm #

    “you know im not perfect”
    most of us don’t want you to be. as for certain others, though….well, i can’t speak for them.

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2007 at 10:11 pm #

    Rave on baybee! rant here & there should ya wish.

  3. avatar
    Leelinau | 26 March 2007 at 10:15 pm #

    lol, that they would.

    Its ok mang, bitter old hippy fart is a fat lot better than the other tripe (that and their voice is not nearly as hypnotic)


  4. avatar
    fantasticandy | 26 March 2007 at 10:18 pm #

    your miserable cumogenly smug and self-satisfied stance brings me deep joy.

    which reminds me……
    the olive branch is still out,
    and always will be.

    love to all,
    even that moanie old git kilbey!
    andy L.

  5. avatar
    the dean | 26 March 2007 at 10:31 pm #

    I get a bit of a laugh when I hear people say that they regret nothing in their life. They could be psychotic. maybe I’ll write a self help book called “regret everything”.
    bound to sell.

    dogs teeth? so that where tartar sauce comes from.

  6. avatar
    syrinx | 26 March 2007 at 10:32 pm #

    Keep on bloggin’ in the free world…


  7. avatar
    mattdavison | 26 March 2007 at 10:35 pm #


    something big’s just happened in my life.. I feel like a drink, I gotta cold, feel like crap!…

    I don’t want that person writing to me at the TB..but what can I do?

    Ya see I really really; appriciate what you write..

    You are, all of those things you mention. But most of all you are a friend to the many who read each day, you offer suggestion, you offer faith, you tell story’s that take us back to dreams and childhood places.

    The reality is that the TB won’t last for ever..mabee in sribes discovered in a microfilm future. but while you are here we all (even the druids who fight and resist you)
    We are gracious,
    We are content either way.

    enjoy your swim.. 2780 more kilometers and 869,000 strokes to the east and you will reach piha beach Nuvo Zeelund’e.. see you there in a few hours if ya feel like a visit.

  8. avatar
    The Carrier of Fruit | 26 March 2007 at 10:35 pm #

    Look Steve, I really like your bloggy, but where was that smacked bottom gurls blog??

    Only joking. In the morning I have to have my coffee and and my Time being. Both slightly bitter.

  9. avatar
    Cee | 26 March 2007 at 10:39 pm #

    Like an Oracle spinning in the Sky!

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2007 at 10:45 pm #

    Yes! Why can’t we be bitter? How can you not be bitter at some stage in your life in a world like this. Put me down for cynical as well. Rant on, I say…


  11. avatar
    nickfiction | 26 March 2007 at 10:57 pm #

    ahhhh, ya old crabapple, did’nt ya get your energy drink this morning and ya had to scold us all? we love ya anyway and I still read the blog. Usually it’s great writing stained with your lyrical style. It’s almost like getting free church lyrics everyday. keep it up ya grouch!!!

  12. avatar
    treehousecritter | 26 March 2007 at 11:03 pm #

    grrr Grrrrr, skwizzle donk..wiggly wonk..grumpy bump, two camels no hump:

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2007 at 11:14 pm #

    ha bloody ha, that was good. It is funny how people think web identities/bloogs are all ‘real’, can’t comprehend that “sweet 16, enjoys quite walks” is actually a 63 yr old bloke..also think that there are rules of what you can and can’t do….’truth’ what is it?It’s one of the eternal questions..the nature of it is reveaied, just a little bit, in the conceit of the web…anyway enjoyed todays bloog and I do apprieciate your unfiltered outpourings,a semblance of truth in world of lies and subdefusion ..and ya answered my question re payin yr do..

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2007 at 11:17 pm #


    Matt Davison, whoever he is, needs to learn how to punctuate. He’s got a questionable obsession with his semi-colon.


    The minute I hear someone calling someone else “sunshine”, I can see the flash of knives and the baseball bats being oiled.

    On the drive to work today took a random swing on the iPod and came up with “Easy”, followed by “Authority”, followed by “Buffalo”…as Borat would say – woo wah wee wah – set up my whole day beautifully.

    Killer, you should bite HARDER on the blog…no one else in this White Picket Nation has got the ticker.

    You got people desperate for some abrasion out here, you know.

  15. avatar
    kat | 26 March 2007 at 11:22 pm #

    you’re a king mixer of the best, sk!


  16. avatar
    Symon | 26 March 2007 at 11:31 pm #

    We were given a hypothetical the other day….if we could have dinner with anyone in the world (alive or dead)…who would it be ?

    My girlfiend said Robert Downey Jnr, Johnny Depp and Michael Hutchence (I looked at her and rolled my eyes).

    My immediate response was….Steve Kilbey.

    I know, I know…….you might think why not Gandhi or Mother Theresa, but it is the mix of your music experiences, your artistic experiences, general life experiences and strong opinions on so many issues that I thought would be particularly inneresting for an average Oz working class joe like me.

    Don’t ever think that your prose is meaningless or that you should temper it to fit the homogenised view of the masses. Honesty is vital and I think most (all???) TB’ers appreciate the unsanitised version of events from your mind.

    So..if in desperation you ever need a home cooked meal in Melbourne…there’ll always be a place at the table for you to eat and share a cervezo!!!

    Have a good day !

    cheers Symon

  17. avatar
    PAGEY | 26 March 2007 at 11:40 pm #

    I love hearing the bitching especially about the comments people leave, i mean come on people, this world needs a good bitchin hing at!! For christ sakes. Bitch on!!

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2007 at 11:42 pm #

    Just keep goin baybee, dont read the comments or just laugh..
    & imagine if some of your commentors were running the world..
    Itd be like that fishing trip in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.

    Dutch Pierre

  19. avatar
    CSTCoach | 26 March 2007 at 11:51 pm #

    ak-tually, you kow, ol Ghengis wasn’t as bad as he’s made out to be… 😉

    mongolia’s among the best places i’ve ever been. the landscape, the wide open skies, the fact that it takes so damn long to get anywhere cause there’s no real roads in the countryside, and the people out there care as little about the outside world as the outside world does for them. i’ll take ya there one day, killer, if you’re really up for dropping off the map. no warlords, i promise. well… none that can’t be bought off with a little Ghenghis Khan brand vodka (the best thing about drinking that stuff is that you get to say “Pass the Great Khan… 😉

    ya won’t get no blog judgement here, man. i enjoy it every day, even if i occasionally disagree with a point or two, it’s always a great read. and what more can you ask for in this day of vapid media tripe.

    well time being, i’m off to the deserts of Jordan tomorrow to do a little camel journey with a Bedouin tribesman. Hoping to have net access for the first few days in Amman, and wandering around biblical sites, crusader castles, doing the magazine obligation crap. Once in the desert it’ll be blissful silence, the wind whistling around the sandstone formations of Wadi Rum, and an ipod stocked full of ye olde choich.

    will be reading when i can, and catching up on the rest when i get back.

    safe travels to europe to you and the guys!! 🙂


  20. avatar
    mattd | 26 March 2007 at 11:59 pm #


    I do separate independent clauses.
    That was a conjuncted adverb.

    I spell and punctuate poorly sometimes.. but who cares ya :;”..,,!! ;;


  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 12:01 am #

    Well said Dutch Pierre! Especially the moment when one of the poor fellows tries to fit the eyes back into the sockets of the bait.

    Oh, there’s a metaphor there for the exploiting.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 12:02 am #

    Oh, calm down Matty D., and shove it up your conjuncted A;Hole.

  23. avatar
    Finn | 27 March 2007 at 12:03 am #

    right killa, keep the bitter slanderous libellous bile coming. It’s better n most of the junk on the innernet. (but lay off old Genghis Khan, he was just doing what it was in his nature to do, no?)

  24. avatar
    Lighten up | 27 March 2007 at 12:37 am #

    Yeah I wrote the lighten up remark

    Of course you can write what ya want and I honestly enjoy reading most of it.

    You’ve got a wicked sence of humour
    and your poetry is sometimes sublime.

    Bitterness and regret’s another thing though. It’s bad for your health and it invites negative energy into your life.

    Yes most of us succumb to it from time to time. It’s sometimes good
    when someone offers a different perspective on things.

    That’s all I was trying to do yesterday .

    In the grand scheme of things you’ve had a pretty good musical innings. Better still it’s not over yet.

    Next time you feel bitter about your lot you should spare a thought for the people who really got screwed. I’ve known of talented musicians who’ve been contractualy bound to pig farmers who won’t even talk to them. (much less release a record). There music careers have been over before they started.

    I’ve been listening to a bit of Badfinger latley. Great band, Boy did they get screwed. Two of them ended up killing themselves.

    Bit of lost perspective there.
    I love good rock music but in the end it’s just some chords, a bit of lyricisim with a melody.

    Those deep sea fish don’t care about Led Zeppilin either.

  25. avatar
    Daberhasher | 27 March 2007 at 12:44 am #

    yes, bitter and twisted is alright by me… if this here blog were full of logic or reason, it’d be BORING as all get out… honesty is the best policy, too true, too true…


  26. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 27 March 2007 at 12:47 am #

    so me can say anything me want to and we won’t get thrown into the dungeons of no return…

  27. avatar
    veleska1970 | 27 March 2007 at 12:54 am #

    me again….**..**

    i finally got the chance to go back and read yesterday’s blog since i didn’t have the opportunity till now. i can definitely relate to the bit about not being able to listen to your previous stuff. i feel that same way about my art sometimes. i guess that because i created it~~meaning, run the gamut from idea to creation to execution to completion, and all points in between and inside and outside~~i am tired of it. in your case, you’ve done that AND performed those songs only, like 10 billion times. so i guess you’re tired of it. just a theory. it may be incorrect, but it’s just a theory.

    while i’m on the subject of previous music….i’m listening to “earthed” once again. been a while, but i love that album. it’s a diamond. my most favorite track on it is “atlantis”. one of the first things i noticed about that song when i first heard it almost 20 years ago is the squeak of your hand on the guitar neck on the fourth beat. incredible how you worked that into the rhythm. genius!! that’s what i have to say~~just effin genius.

    ok, the syncophant rant is ended.


  28. avatar
    nallah valentine | 27 March 2007 at 1:04 am #

    I stand naked before you
    if you Loved me as I Love you
    than as I believe in you
    You could believe in yourself
    Artiste needs muse to inspire
    Muse needs Artiste to come thru
    Seamless Perfection
    wounds heal
    With Great Art
    was laughing to myself out loud
    bout the idiot
    who said Jesus in Bondi was vain
    ha! A self portrait of a man who sincerely wishes to heal
    the humble carpentry of 33-the opposite of vain
    despite the circumstances
    damn the consequences
    I can’t stop something that’s already happened
    Long Ago
    my mind wanders at work
    feet wander to library at lunch
    Light reading! Ha!
    dreams become even more vivid
    One stands out
    I was gardening
    when I looked up
    a 7 or 8 foot tall grey owl
    I’m stopped in my tracks
    I’m accustomed to pine squirrels
    and scrubjays that shriek in the morning
    I want to throw rocks at them
    yep I’ve thrown a temper tantrum or three
    but I don’t!
    the owl says come closer
    I gulp
    You can see me without turning your head?
    the owl says: don’t ask questions you already know the answer to it makes you look foolish
    You can see me come closer
    I approach hypnotized
    The owl doesn’t move
    The creature stares
    Thru me
    and says to my dreaming self
    Inside my dreaming head where only god can hear
    after all, it is what I want
    so I go toward this magnificent thing
    In Awe
    the sight of it stops my heart with its noble grace
    Golden eyes that never blink
    I seek sanctuary
    I stand facing the owl
    the wing does not open
    the invitation is implied
    In my heart
    so with all the courage I possess-an owl this size could easily snap my neck
    I lay my face on the creatures soft proud breast
    I forget I’m dreaming in the dream
    I nuzzle with ivory and roses
    the owl leans into me gently
    we stay like that for a long time
    The owl flies away
    off to another appointment
    I’m not sad
    I’m light with peace
    I float out of the garden
    this feeling has become familiar
    I want to call it home
    I desire union
    I want to Love you with such lushishness next round we go on the birthrebirth merry go round
    You’ll want another ride
    I want light streaming into the darkness
    Sunbeams penetrate
    Depths receiving
    Sink yes
    Swim yes
    Drown yes
    Do it again
    Velocity and speed
    I forget you fellas can’t do that kind of
    Divine Multiplication
    I want to help you bear the weight
    Of your Gift
    a vast spectrum vibrates intensely the lightning soul incased in clay
    Rare and demanding you are
    Love likes the colours of dawn
    the dark before the light
    shades and hues yet mixed
    Who says
    Infra red and Ultra Violet
    can’t be seen
    Fools-we’d show em
    I know we could
    I still believe we should
    there is enough room inside me
    For all of you

    I do not have children of my own
    Eccentric auntie
    I do love the babes-they are the infinite in the field of possibility
    my biological clock ain’t seasonal
    I could be always pregnant with inspiration
    that is my souls urge
    the channel inbetween
    to trine
    and if I must
    Die to
    Rise from the ashes
    I will
    to be there for you
    Reborn closer to perfect each time
    what a perfectionist you are
    I will fall on your sword and
    With Love
    Kiss away your tears
    we walk in the best of possible worlds at the best of possible times
    If the veil lifts we can relearn to speak to each other in images and silent ancient languages
    then a soul mate would not appear
    Dim like candle light in such a dark age
    they would know without asking
    Burning toward each other like transformation
    I believe you deserve abundance
    money is a form of energy
    to be used wisely
    no (coin)incident currencies weight is measured numerically

    I retreated
    from the dull ache of the mediocrity around me
    Into the subconscious
    A language I’ve yet to master
    I am fluent
    Yes sir and like Spanish I understand subtlety more better than I speak it
    I fall down and skin my knees a lot
    the force of that voice knocks the wind outa me at times
    I got time
    I’ve had it before
    I’m so stubborn I lock horns with my Taurus moon
    If I make the same mistakes in a loop I will stop
    I will look at it in different lights examine the top through and underneath
    to find the root cause
    to find direction again
    I married a man who traveled parallel
    Parallel is nice most of the times
    Parallel lines they never cross though
    no star crossings on that horizon
    I ‘d rather fly though now that I’ve breathed such rare air
    as I told the world in my sleep
    I’ll die for my freedom
    To be reborn
    To walk with you
    in and out of dreams
    Somethings are worth being bitter about
    Somethings worth fighting for


  29. avatar
    tatmvsoinda | 27 March 2007 at 1:16 am #

    Nallah. You are awsome thankyou!

    I asked god for that this morning and he replyed. 33.

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 2:12 am #

    Me, I come for the whole kit and kaboodle. Warts and all. The whole enchilada. (I’ll stop now.)
    It’s not often you get to interact somewhat with the guy responsible for writing the song that, 19 years ago, caught my attention and held it as I was toiling in a sweltering warehouse, 18 years old. When everything else coming out of the radio was, for the most part, disposable, here was something different. The bass leading the vocals? And is that a bagpipe playing a solo? The sounds, melodies, vocals were so wondrous. Never heard anything quite like it.
    It beat the Metallica and Beastie Boys the rest of my clan were blaring from their cars.
    I’m a bit of a reborn Church fan. Fell off the wagon after “Priest = Aura” (though I did pick up the first Jack Frost CD) but got “Descuidado” on a whim not too long ago. Loved it. That got the wheels churning. Next up, “Uninvited.” Wow. “Siguiente” even more amazing, if possible. (Despite the 8 minutes in length, I find myself replaying “Two Places At Once” over and over. It’s over much too quickly.)
    I have a lot of catching up to do.
    Thanks for all the great tunes, Steven. Even though we’re half a world away, we’ve got a bit of the Aussie influence happening in our household. The Church and The Go-Bees’ Tivoli concert — me and the tots, 5 and 8, sing along to “Surfing Magazines” and “Streets of Your Town” while we go about town — have been on steady rotation for many months.
    I’ve yet to see you on tour but hope you come round these parts soon.

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 2:42 am #

    Now that’s entertainment…nobody can lay it down like that

  32. avatar
    fawn | 27 March 2007 at 2:57 am #

    Brilliant. Of course, most people in the arts are going to have some bitterness and those who haven’t persued that path (and I mean full time with no safety net) may not really be able to appreciate the experience. Sure everyone has an idea about the lives of musicians, actors, painters but to live it day to day is another thing. There are some who are so bitter that they are poisoned (I’ve known a few and I’ve felt like that myself at times)and of course that’s to be avoided but you are not like that at all, in fact you sound like an extremely positive person.I don’t think you could be that creative and productive if you weren’t.
    By the way, according to Peter Singer’s definition of Vegan, you might be. If you are eating the occasional piece of chocolate or spoon full of honey (like myself) he would still call that vegan. I also call myself almost vegan if anyone asks. Peter S says veganism is about minimising suffering as much as possible not about looking at every number on the food label to see if there might be an additive which might contain a molecule of milk powder etc. He says it’s not about purity of the self (although that’s certainly an added bonus)but it’s about the impact it has on others. Anyway that’s one point of view amongst many.

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 3:07 am #

    Hi sk,
    I’m so in love with Mimesis. I had a good, long listen last night, and WOW! it blew my little brain away! A masterpiece, a work of art, the words, the music, the sounds, brilliant & beautiful (but you already know that!)

    I hope you’re not thinking about giving up on this sk, I know I’ve said it a thousand times before, but I always love reading your blog everyday no matter what the topic or mood. The few times you haven’t written, the day seems “out of wack”….please don’t go:(
    Come back soon.
    Love always,

  34. avatar
    Sunshine | 27 March 2007 at 3:23 am #

    Thank you, SK.

  35. avatar
    MEM | 27 March 2007 at 3:58 am #

    we love you

    who you


    we love

    for who

    we might




    me thee

  36. avatar
    Richard | 27 March 2007 at 4:16 am #


    way off topic I know (not that there really is a topic today), but have you ever seen a leafy sea dragon?

    If starfish are worthy of a Church album these guys (natives of South Australia) must surely deserve one too.

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 4:50 am #

    You’re a funny man, SK

    Keep on being you

    (I’m sure you will)

    c escherb.

  38. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 27 March 2007 at 5:41 am #

    Thank god there was one shameless plug amongst all the tripe in yesterday’s comments !!!

    Say, John…

    Do you want to do lunch this week ? My Filofax shows me I have a vacancy and I’ve got a freshly slaughtered bovine carcass and a cuppla barrels of Penfold’s Grange 1971 I need to get rid of.

    Let your people talk to my people,

    Edgar “Pudgy” Sputnik Jnr,
    Capitalist Records.

  39. avatar
    Lighten Up | 27 March 2007 at 5:43 am #

    Whoah ! You’ve gotta get over it Nulla Vallentine 11.04. We’ve all had those people we lose it over but life goes on.
    Your not retreating from an “dull ache of mediorcity around you” your retreating from life.
    Truth is nobody’s going to reveal much of themselves to someone so clearly fixated on someone else.(And in a clearly unhealthy way too.)
    Can someone out there recomend a love sick poets anoymous bloggspot for poor Nulla.

  40. avatar
    redpotty | 27 March 2007 at 5:45 am #

    So you say your washed up? NAh never. YOu got a cult following. i like that you bitter. I sure am, and knowing this gave me even a stronger bond to your music and the church.

  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 5:58 am #

    Oh! Imagination is a wonderful thing, no?

    I smiled a lot when I read this blog.

    I confess, I do like the rants. You’re like the John Cleese of the blog world when you get going. Very funny. I do appreciate that you frequently take the piss out of yourself and, as always, your seredipitous use of language.

    Where do we get this book? Will there be a launch?


  42. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 27 March 2007 at 6:00 am #

    “im also giving ya honesty
    i say whatever i like”

    to many
    the verbalisation of
    thought and emotion
    is taken for honesty

    but this can only be true
    if we believe
    the streams of
    thought and emotion
    passing through our mind
    belong to us
    are us…

    but that would be like
    a bucket of water from a river
    and proclaiming
    “this is me!!”

    the sediment
    the micro-organisms
    the mud
    the sewerage
    the water

    all of it…”Me!”

    sit it down for a while
    and you see
    the serene clarity
    that stillness can produce

    stir it up a little
    and all the impurites

    we think our descriptions
    of the water in the bucket
    equate to an
    evaluation of self

    “i am calm and serene”
    “i am bitter and twisted”

    but what if our view of self
    is based on a
    false assumption?

    what happens if we
    think of self
    not as
    the water in the bucket
    or the water in the river…

    but as
    the unfettered space
    through which
    the river flows?

    what happens to our honesty then?
    what happens to our notion of self
    …whatever it may be…

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 6:55 am #

    It’s my birthday today and you speak how I feel today.

  44. avatar
    verdelay | 27 March 2007 at 7:03 am #

    I thought you did invade Europe…

    No….wait….that was Napoleon Bonaparte.

    But then didn’t Bonaparte play bass on Sing Songs…?

    Wait a second…

  45. avatar
    captainmission | 27 March 2007 at 8:11 am #

    the internet and the www is a strange labrynth indeed, i set of looking for a sci fi writer called aliester reynolds and found myself clicking various links until i got to a library link, and then after a few mins off more clicking on links i saw the name i was after and right below it was an unrelated link to this blog which i clicked only to find myself reading an entry from nov 06. of course i read the latest post which leads me to here. The Time Being. Ha!

  46. avatar
    mattdavison | 27 March 2007 at 9:01 am #

    Hi Captin

    Can we hear what steve is sayin.??

    We are all truthful on the blogg comments…we are honorable.
    others are not, end of story. This is not the place to rile each other, or to vent, rant or complain.

    Those that choose to. please find a place to entertain your lude
    obligations to the nubile inner ego you carry within.

    This is not the place

    take yourselves back to the macabre tavern,and drown in cheap wine like you’re lineage behind you.

  47. avatar
    retinasoup | 27 March 2007 at 9:19 am #

    Would anyone like a glass of lemon, lime & bitters?

  48. avatar
    eek | 27 March 2007 at 10:14 am #

    dudes im a bitchy gossipy cruel stupid angry prick

    Thank God for that! Honey, if you were all sweetness and light all the time I would have packed up my toys and gone home looooonnnggg ago. I can only handle so much happiness and joy before I want to puke. Need the spleen to give balance.

    my bitterness makes me kilbey
    along with a whole buncha otherstuff
    so my patrons dont mind a bitter bitterness
    as long as they get the poetry n history n humour
    and they get to share my grief my worries my hopes n fears
    ya see unlike most others
    im also giving ya honesty

    Yes. That’s what I’m here for. I like that you’re willing to let it all hang out and not worry what people think. It’s made for compelling reading.

    I do have one beef with you though…

    i aint no saint

    so…you traded in the halo already? Within two days? tsk, tsk, tsk 😉

    oh, I checked out the smacked bottom girl’s blog — gotta keep an eye on your blog competition, you know — and I’ll tell you it’s one of the most boring blogs I’ve ever read (I read several entries to give it a chance, but was soon bored out of my mind). How anyone can make something that should be titillating seem that incredibly dull I will never know, but she has.

  49. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 27 March 2007 at 10:32 am #

    In Bondi Beach
    did Kilbey Khan
    a sacred pleasure dome decree…

  50. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 27 March 2007 at 10:41 am #

    to tony pucci at 8 32

    that’s “stately pleasure-dome”
    you feeblemindedfish!

    i’d wager you could make
    one hell of a bong
    out of a honeydew melon…

  51. avatar
    isolde | 27 March 2007 at 10:42 am #

    wot other rockas writings are there tho really

    i had a read of this this morning

    and was a bit schlocked really

    i couldn’t get it to gel with my eyes at all

    no poeticle skating across the surface of the screen

    plonker plonker through the slush

    nope there’s no going back from this here rink on the brink

    rooned 4 ever by hansolo brinker

  52. avatar
    metal_petal | 27 March 2007 at 11:08 am #

    BItter is good, bitter is fun.

    I like the bitter posts better.

  53. avatar
    Samosanx | 27 March 2007 at 11:12 am #

    did anyone manage to translate that french comment from yesterday or the day before?

  54. avatar
    fandorin | 27 March 2007 at 11:26 am #

    Mr. Lenny Kaputnickstein… hehe..mfff… *snigger*

    In that big fat Hollywood movie about The Church, they’ll have to cast Bob Hoskins as Lenny. “Steve, did you see that snappy golden promo box of chocolates for Gold Afternoon Flick? i LOVE it!! And Sarah from the arts department made that mobile, we’ll have you guys hanging in every record store. don’t you LOVE it, too? Steve, Steve, are you listening to me? Steve?

  55. avatar
    eek | 27 March 2007 at 11:35 am #

    did anyone manage to translate that french comment from yesterday or the day before?

    It wasn’t a comment, it was simply SK’s blog translated into French and run all together. I think someone put it through an online translator such as Babelfish.

  56. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 11:55 am #

    Matt Davisson,have you always been a crawler and a sniveling bootlicker?

    some days you outdo even yourself in this area. Most days actually.

  57. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 12:29 pm #

    if you want a little bitterness that’s good for what ails ya. try some creasy greens. they grow in your yard. makes an excellent salad.

    richard mchealthy

  58. avatar
    don joe | 27 March 2007 at 1:44 pm #

    Don’t let the bastards grind you down.

    Stay healthy with your conscience.

    Feed us the warmth and abrasive nature that is you. Never bow to a diluted substitute for one’s integrity would melt under the flames of own exploitation.

    don joe

  59. avatar
    John Garratt | 27 March 2007 at 1:52 pm #

    Whenever I scroll through the comments, I only see people appreciating your words, your music, your painting, your honesty, and your constant dedication to this blog. Whoever is leaving negative comments, I seriously doubt it’s worth a second thought…or an initial thought for that matter.

    John Garratt

  60. avatar
    John Garratt | 27 March 2007 at 1:55 pm #

    Oh, and thanks for reminding me: I gotta pay some bills too.

    John Garratt

  61. avatar
    Jab @ BZT | 27 March 2007 at 2:28 pm #

    I haven’t chipped in here for awhile so…

    The picture that you posted of yourself in the small stone wall circle with the spherical artwork in the center looks rather cool from the air on Google Earth. Do the 3 of those in that vicinity have a name or designation?

    I was going to send you a link to my new spoken word/instrumental album but I thought twice and figured I’d put it out here. Perhaps some of the other Kilbeyeros here will dig it’s 53 minutes of mellowness.

    Writing My World Go By

    Have a supergroovy day/night all…

  62. avatar
    gavgams | 27 March 2007 at 2:46 pm #

    Top Blog

  63. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2007 at 2:49 pm #

    …and pooped his drawers again.

  64. avatar
    Lx | 27 March 2007 at 3:58 pm #

    his-try is there for us to bash.
    and repeat.
    and rinse.
    and bitter is always better.
    the end.

  65. avatar
    stealthblue | 27 March 2007 at 4:05 pm #

    THAT is why I love you, Sir! The imperfection of bitter-sweet is good. Actually, (and I have said this before) when I “listen” to you via this blog, I most of the time feel like I am listening to my own thoughts… That doesn’t have to mean anything to you or anyone else reading this either, but at least I know I am not alone in my very, human existence…dreams crushed and made. I know there are others like myself in the world, not just a bunch of cookie-cutter “straights” and “idols.” Also, that is what I appreciate about “Kilbey” you don’t always paint the “pretty picture” of the music biz, or life, or the wicked fucked-up beautiful world. It’s OK to be “in-tune”, isn’t it? At least you know who you are, even if it shadows a different persona every now and again! It’s always a pleasure, always makes my day. Thanks for being you, honesty and all.

    PS, your bro JLK is a funny dude! (the comments he left on the last entry were hilarious!)

    AND- GK SHOULD have smoked cannabis!!

    Cheers and all the best…
    Ben V.

  66. avatar
    drzej | 27 March 2007 at 4:06 pm #

    As long as your train keeps a’rollin’, who cares about the rest of us? I just read your posts anyway – never the comments. It’d be like how the news has become, reporting on those who make the news rather than news itself. Rather silly, methinks.

    Besides, look at all the old hippies who still force us to view them as they were viewed in 1968. Who needs that?

    I’d rather hear “Block” too, or “Song 5” – my favorite, and some of your finest dream depictions ever.

    Stay lovely.


  67. avatar
    drzej | 27 March 2007 at 4:08 pm #

    I meant “Day 5” of course, speaking of cannabis. Why do I always make that mistake? Have been making it since I bought the album.

    Oh well.

    Stay lovely.


  68. avatar
    Al Renwick | 27 March 2007 at 4:14 pm #

    I once met a bloke in Glasgow called Genghis McCann. Far out parents, apparently (a parody).

  69. avatar
    verdelay | 27 March 2007 at 4:43 pm #


    Unicum one!
    Unicum all!

  70. avatar
    JJ | 27 March 2007 at 5:28 pm #

    Say whatever you want, write whatever you want – you can celebrate anything you want, penetrate any place you go, radiate any thing you are – syndicate any boat you row, Kilbey.

    Keep the mental postcards coming. The highlight of what’s in my letterbox every day.

  71. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 27 March 2007 at 6:04 pm #

    Kilbey! Ghengis Khan was a kind soul, never hurt nobody – how can you besmirch his good reputation like that!?

    😉 just kidding obviously, but it had to be done.

    Good writing. I certainly have a different view of you after reading your blogging for however long it’s been up. Obviously expectations of who you are have to be torn down and replaced with a more acurate picture of who you really are.

    Thanks for sharing with honesty, even if at times it ruffles a few feathers.

  72. avatar
    davem | 27 March 2007 at 6:24 pm #

    I haven’t read yesterdays comments.
    I’ve had a shite day and then your blog just slayed me.
    I’ve been laughing ’til I cried.
    No-one does it like you do. Bitter or beautiful. It’s genius.
    I love trying (& failing) to follow the threads of your thoughts.

  73. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 27 March 2007 at 6:39 pm #

    As long as the talented Steve Kilbey refuses to eat meat, poultry and all God’s creatures, including the fishes in the sea, he will remain a hero to me.

  74. avatar
    davem | 27 March 2007 at 8:07 pm #

    Genghis McCann?
    He must’ve been quite a sight Al.

  75. avatar
    nother a. non | 28 March 2007 at 12:35 am #

    Would Being Here Soing This please get their own Blog and not crash SK’s comment’s daily please.

    Anon 465823548

  76. avatar
    tim | 28 March 2007 at 12:43 am #

    Oh for crying out loud, I feel like an idiot for being on here….

    Think I’ll do something productive now…

    Thanks Kilbey!!


  77. avatar
    Al Renwick | 28 March 2007 at 4:26 pm #

    DaveM – if for some reason you are still following this thread, he was a chillingly normal individual who had apparently rebelled against his parents bent sense of humour by growing up as a boring tw@
    in all aspects other than changing his name

  78. avatar
    davem | 28 March 2007 at 5:09 pm #

    Al – I was just carrying on the Night of Light thing. Quite a sight to seeeeeeeeeee

  79. avatar
    Larry | 28 March 2007 at 6:01 pm #

    Bitter is good as long as it’s honest.

    Don’t worry – it’s herbal bile.

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