posted on November 29, 2008 at 9:16 pm

deer steeve
i am writing to you to say
blah blah blah
n
furthermore
rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb
i look up from the page
north bondi is dazzling in the early morning sun(day)
everything washed cleen by the rain
five daughters
2 brothers
one wife
one mother
54 years olde
13 different people living in my head
which one will betray me?
these are the ravings of a madman
last night it rained
sade is playing in my incense filled room
you give me you give me the sweetest taboo
the rain falls out there
but ive telescoped into my room
yes i am wildly intoxicated
on a potent cocktail of stuff
the room seems to fill with a fog
my eyes are wild
my pupils are like black plates
i take everything in
i look at myself in the mirror
a naked man
you can tell
by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
i made myself a sangria
one slug of red wine
one slug of triple sec
one dash of raspberry syrup
top it up with a berry v
n
voila
i slosh down my concoction
a door slams somewhere
people laughing somewhere
a painting i did of harry houdini
my clean n dirty clothes all mixed up
ants invading this house all the time
my wife is having a long shower
the children is all cuddled up
3 in one big bed
the rain : fall fall fall
the wind : blow blow blow
the wife : shower shower shower
the man in the mirror : naked naked naked
the 13 voices in my head : whisper whisper whisper
the stuff in my bloodstream : intoxicate intoxicate intoxicate
i give the ants some of my pot cookie to eat
fuck em if they cant take a joke…
but i reckon the queen’ll be sending em back for more
go on little anty
eat up yer nice sweet cookie
tonite the old nest will be jiving
they gonna be the coolest ants
meanwhile sade : there is no other love like ours
a blonde woman walks in the room
shes smiling
i must be dreaming i’m naked
or what?
this woman with an accent
a soft voice
the rain falling
its so perfect
sheet lightning illuminating the sky in flickering caresses
nothing else matters
there is nothing out there anymore
the outside
the rest of the house
the sleeping girls in the one big bed
the ants eat their cookies
staggering towards window sill
(rocker drugs ants!)
fuck i am such a childe
i love stuff like that
i aint raging at the dying of the light
if darkness comes
then i will shine on regardless
out there where im nothing
in here where i am everything
yeah i am the violinist in the subway
yeah i am the masterpiece for sale for 150 bucks
only you n i know that
most people dont like people like me most
but it makes you like me more
that i am so under appreciated n under valued
i am your little secret
i am your refuge
i am your haven
i am a washed up old bastard
i am i am i am
i did it all by myself
i taught myself everything
but i guess i shoulda got a new teacher
at fifty four i dont have anything to show
but my lovely jawline n my steely thighs
i cant help admire n detest myself at the same time
in the mirror my face is flushed
my hair is damp n dark
pushed back from my forehead
i look like a red indian
i look like a lemurian crazyman
my eyes so huge n black
i stare at myself intently
my fascination with myself…
i mean
its sick
isnt it?
stupid olde narcissus is turned into a flower
the blonde woman lays her hands on my back
her hands go right through my flesh
and soothe my olde n aching bones
my face with all its planes n angles n lines
not the face of decency or morality
jesus steeve you been living a fucking hard life, boyo
take everything to the extreme
you indulge in simply everything
i never sit eating pizza n watching the tv tho
i never come home drunk n scare me family
i never watching sport with boys
i never down the pub chatting up floozies
my face is olde now
i can still see its me
can you see the real me…can ya? can ya?
the blonde stranger in my room
i let her touch me
i cant get a fix on her
she modulates
her delicate face though
i always wanted someone like her
oh shes so pretty
shes smiling at me
dont my wild black eyes frighten her away?
my black eyes on her white skin
an inexhaustible chemistry
my brown hands on her white neck
my lips touch a spot beneath her ear
her neck n throat are unbelievably fragrant
a soft young sweetness
i am a man
is it any wonder then….?
the light glows on in the room
i watch us in the mirror
as the rain falls
and night expands into the wee small hours
and the minutes slip skip n glide
mmmmmm

18 Responses to “black rainy night”

  1. avatar
    princey | 29 November 2008 at 11:05 pm #

    “No need to ask…he’s a smooth operator…..”
    Sk listening to husky, sexy, Sade, I never would have thunk it, but it’s a nice thought anyway.
    Si to Sangria, yummmmy!!
    Love Amanda

  2. avatar
    the dean | 29 November 2008 at 11:13 pm #

    once my mother’s silky terrier ate my stash, it was staggering about so I had to ‘fess up. the little mutt didn’t yap much that day..

    i’ve already bought tickets to david byrne – i am extermely dissapointed that you arn’t playing…should’ve gone to ATP instead.

  3. avatar
    steve kilbey | 30 November 2008 at 12:14 am #

    actually dean n others
    im confused re david byrne
    its been on n off n on n off
    watch this space

  4. avatar
    markobears | 30 November 2008 at 12:31 am #

    aunts aunts aunts now that’s a antfarm of a differnt color.

  5. avatar
    Freddie | 30 November 2008 at 1:43 am #

    You’re up early, all things considered.
    I wonder how the ants are doing 🙂

  6. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 30 November 2008 at 2:18 am #

    “i am writing to you to say
    blah blah blah
    n
    furthermore
    rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb”

    with lots of custard thanks!

  7. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 30 November 2008 at 6:57 am #

    sweet intoxication of the mind of the soul of the flesh drown drown drown in potent honey….
    what a way to go
    love always…..

  8. avatar
    ticktockclarice | 30 November 2008 at 7:50 am #

    hey there,
    Ok, i’m sure this has already been posted but have just been introduced to the joys of The Mighty Boosh and has anyone else been struck by the similarities between Vince Noir and MWP?? Or is it just me? And i just have to say, beware of where you go naked SK (54 or not, i think there are a fair few female hearts out there who palpitate at the thought, am i right?) coz you may find yourself endentured to an evil manager like Bob Fossil who forces you to play Vegan festival after Blahblahblah Shindig because of the naked photos he has in his grasp (and i’m sure you can’t be bought off with paper cups, at least not at least if they’re filled with sangria) Plus i must apologize for not subscribing thus far. Unfortunately my partner is an Iron Maiden/Judas Priest worshipping neanderthal who thus far, whenever i bring up the subject of subscribing to the TB just chuckles and says “but he puts it out there for free, why pay??” This is a Queen/Kiss lovin’ fool who is quite acclimatized to being ripped off by his heroes for the latest live album, coffin, condom, reality show etc they got goin’ but he has the credit card and Paypal account in the family. Is there an address i can send a money order to?? Anyhoo, have enjoyed your account of being wasted, i was taking swigs of wine today while my monsters-in-law were here, why not? Am feeling very light-headed and shaky with the whole vegetarian gig, is this normal? The websites i’ve been to say no, but there again, they’re vegetarian websites so they’re not gonna tell me it’s gonna be hell are they? Hopefully it’s just my body detoxing.Goodnight, travel well…..

  9. avatar
    captain mission | 30 November 2008 at 8:25 am #

    i read the words and think, how can something so terrible be so beautiful at the same time

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 November 2008 at 10:27 am #

    getting ants stoned – tut tut – you’ll have brien going fucking mental on here in a minute matey

  11. avatar
    Freddie | 30 November 2008 at 12:12 pm #

    ticktockclarice,

    You shouldn’t be feeling lightheaded.
    If anything you should be feeling reenergized!
    A common mistake we newbies tend to make
    is that we just stop eating meat, eggs and dairy
    without knowing what to replace them with.
    Try this book “Vegetarian Meals for People on the go” by Vimala Rogers (Amazon has it)
    The author wrote it specifically for people like us
    The recipes are excellent and the advice is pure gold.
    Good luck!

  12. avatar
    eek | 30 November 2008 at 6:35 pm #

    i give the ants some of my pot cookie to eat
    fuck em if they cant take a joke…
    but i reckon the queen’ll be sending em back for more
    go on little anty
    eat up yer nice sweet cookie
    tonite the old nest will be jiving
    they gonna be the coolest ants

    No wonder the ants come to your place! Where else are they going to get that kind of party?

    yeah i am the violinist in the subway
    yeah i am the masterpiece for sale for 150 bucks
    only you n i know that
    most people dont like people like me most
    but it makes you like me more
    that i am so under appreciated n under valued
    i am your little secret

    I have thought about this over the years and I’ve come to the conclusion that I like many musicians/bands/etc which aren’t hugely popular because I find something in them which — for me at least — is lacking in those that are widely popular. Something in your music — in all your art — connects with me in a way most others never have and makes me feel less of a freak…or at least it allows me to see other people as just as odd as me. There’s a lot of comfort in that.

    Plus I’m selfishly pleased that I don’t have to deal with huge arena crowds when I go to see you play. 😉

  13. avatar
    davem | 30 November 2008 at 6:44 pm #

    Sangria and pot cookies? Hope it’s helping the throat!
    Several long-time Boosh fans here, Clarice. At least two of us off to see the pre-Christmas gigs (I’m seeing them on Dec 22nd).
    Hope the Byrne thing turns out well for you SK.
    xx

  14. avatar
    veleska1970 | 30 November 2008 at 6:58 pm #

    “yeah i am the masterpiece for sale for 150 bucks
    only you n i know that”
    and that’s a crying shame, too. **sigh** the world has no idea what it’s missing. 🙁

    hope you’re feeling better soon.

    lotza love….

  15. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 30 November 2008 at 8:08 pm #

    Sk is making great strides with ants. He used to kill them and now he’s partying with them. Vishnu would be proud.So would his incarnations- Krishna, Rama and Buddha.

    These days I’m really big time digging “El Memento Siguiente” and “El Momento Descuidado”.

  16. avatar
    EDD | 30 November 2008 at 8:52 pm #

    When I sits…I sits loose…When I worries…I just falls asleep…

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 November 2008 at 10:42 pm #

    Hi SK,

    D n I just bought tickets for David Byrne (in order to c The Church). So disappointed couldn't get any Fri, and so happy to get them today. When I looked up the Opera House website it has a parragraph about The Church finishing with "The sonic perfection of The Church will be a wonderful appetiser". 7.30pm – 8.30pm The Church. Fingers crossed they are right!

    Peace & love
    Therese

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 December 2008 at 10:46 am #

    Steve, this was wonderful. Thanks.


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