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posted on June 28, 2015 at 10:46 am
maybe i'm a mage

maybe i’m a mage

it was the first line of the first return

the sky had already received a five star review

in the great cities of europe and the americas

the magician and his assistant wife

the cafes du lait with creamy walls

the old aerodromes a carafe of fresh orange juice

all possible places at once are imposed upon each other

all these cities in one city

all these rooms in one room

all these stories in one story

all these words in one word :

imagine

bizarre and random life in the sun

you are old and young with your rippling reflection

you are no man or woman

you are a character

you live so this thing i write on you may exist

sitting at this table guzzling sangria with you inside your new skin

under these palm lined boulevards in endless dusk

lost into the alleys of brighton and paris which stink of piss

unafraid on some hillside i stroll confidently through the slums

i do deals with the beggars who fool me over and over

later i order expensive meals i cannot ever pay for

overlooking the gorges the rivers the cathedrals

the birdseye gaze of a madman as he drifts out of his world

throw open the doors to the weeks to come

old fisherman repeating the 1000 names of maria mother of god

the candles splutter on in warm dark of another church

some dashing waiter like a b grade zorro against vista panoramica

a guy shows up in a building to read the meters

a ruined garden of frenzied gardenias

estates in decline with doors for windows

conesuela sits on her train going endlessly to the beach

almost never arriving where the castles hit the shore

and one million mixed up casanovas in casinos and bars

their phones are full of distant voices they hear from as within a haze

we cannot approach their lives

with certainty they face the same day after day after day

in the swirling turmoil of the stage i have lost my locus

in the spells and all the tinkling little bells

as the lights flash and change the faces

in the bolted lightning struck lake villa nova

in white verse the poet bangs out his poem

coffee and hash and the orient as always and as ever

the world is snatched away for him

in germany for afternoons of grey sky peaceful suburbs

my wander down the streets of closed saturday evening shops

the epic work always beyond your meagre reach

you meet people outside your magic shows

you shake their hands although it was a hundred years ago

the peasants and nobleman all accept you now

many by their arrogance have ignored gods admonitions

the famous rivers cut across the famous places

the many friends we once had…where are they now?

in some pastelaria i dangle little estevao on my knee

in my old black clothes and my busted wand

i still struggle to understand all the small gold coins in my hand

at home conesuela lies in bed all day dreaming of her train

the atlantic beach the neglected sea calmly awaits her arrival

another blue day dawns and the foreign birds sing

the washing fades away on the lines

at another cafe at another monument

the cold beer flows and the touristas all gawk

which ever way i walk

i hardly ever find my way home

 

 

 

 

 

posted on June 22, 2015 at 12:22 am

Photo on 21-06-2015 at 3.11 pm

sitting here at heathrow airport

on my way home

normal service to be resumed as soon as i get back

lovely days in sweden seeing friends n lou lous

and a short but well needed holiday in portugal have refreshed me

i get back and start rehearsal almost immediately

my bass playing calluses have all worn off

so gotta go thru all that again

bass playing causes horrendous blisters that eventually become calluses

but they have all turned into mush without use

(much like the human brain)

soon we will be back on the road doing the b. crusade and f. deeper

in a aussie capital near you soon

looking forward to seeing my dear kids A and E and S again

they all look like they’ve grown up while away

thanks for all the support and stuff people

i promise a real bloggie when i get back and can smoke summa that stuff

that inspires me to write all the usual stupid things i do

i love you all

sk the airport in lunnon (and nervous ahead of nearly 24 hours of flying!)

thank christ for valium

xxxx

 

zzzzz

posted on June 8, 2015 at 5:38 pm
sodermalm

sodermalm

i am writing from my darling daughter minnas apartment in stockholm

she and leo (her lovely bloke) have gone to italy for a week

leaving me to water the flowers and enjoy the miserable summer wevver

well the euro tour my oh my

the church are now an unstoppable force

my colleagues in this band are just fucking superb

tim the most walloping yet intelligent drummer ever

peter koppes …what can you say about this guy except he is a fucking maestro

ian haug after convincing america he has now convinced europe

he has more than slotted in

he has enriched us

craigie wilson up the back on utility (he hates that term btw)

he is truly a member of the band now

a multi instrumental marvel and a delightful human being

our crew are an amazing crew

and me..?

well i have stepped up to the plate and firing with everything i got

we nailed every fucking gig

2 encores in london n brighton

(no i did not see nick cave walking his poodle or buying black dye)

(as many have asked me)

the band is now unbelievably uplifting and inspiring

it was the happiest and most fulfilling tour ever

despite sleeping on el bunko in bus every night

now I’m in sweden

we celebrated Elli n Minnas 24th yesterday

and wow! what a great party that was

at a japanese/peruvian restaurant

everyone was there including one of dearest friends

mr martin krall

karin and i are the marvellously proud parents

of these 2 beautiful kind warm hearted girls

and tears of happiness were flowing all night

their friends are the loveliest people

and i felt so truly a part of it all

and people say you’re a proud papa

but i tell ya it is way beyond that

they are so blindingly gorgeous and yet comical

good naturedly ragging on their silly old dad

i love them so much it makes me ache

24 and theres so much more

jesus i am lucky to have the 5 daughters i have

everyone of them amazes me

and they are all beautiful on the inside as well as out

thank you god for this opportunity to be these kids dad

i really mean that

my children mean more to me than anything you could ever offer

even tho minna has now gone off on hols

i hope to spend some more time with elektra

who is surely the most like me in the way she thinks

so thats it

its a rainy and cold day here but who cares

i will speak to ya all real soon

sk stockholm june 8 2015

posted on June 2, 2015 at 7:31 pm
amsterdam tuesday arvo

amsterdam tuesday arvo

yes we did the barcelona show a thousand years ago it seems

yeah we did pretty fucking good i guess it coulda been a mess

we had a great night and a great audience

the band played on near flawlessly all things considered

we played well

the distant stars aligned

and the people were moved by it all

we pile into the old bus

and drive to cologne or koln

there we do another great old gig

and then same deal and paris

do some touristy afternoon stuff with arc de triomphe

paris show is cool yeah whatever there you go

now in the port of amsterdam

writing blog when i should be relaxing

bye now

posted on May 29, 2015 at 10:43 am
bark alone

bark alone

yo malchicks and drongoes

here in spain after a long bumpy frightening fucking flight

nice hotel but close to prima vera festival which goes day and night

my room sounds like the cafeteria in a rehearsal place

10 horrible reverberating bands all going at once

my hotel is very nice

full of hipster bands with beards and tattoos

where will they all be in 5 years time? (nowhere)

i saw spiritualised play and they were totally underwhelming

completely with black chick singers singing lines like

“shine a light shine a light on me”

very original i don’t think

altho i like their records tonite was a dud

but great light show

saw chet faker nice beard and he once did a song with lou lous

he was ok

he’s big in spain!

tomorrow we rehearse all day then leave for cologne a 2 day drive

oh joy and fun

found some vegan food

(get thee behind me seitan!)

its nearly 3 in morning

wtf have terrible jet lag

bumped into jean zammit and geelongs own grantley buffalo

ordered a pizza from room service and it was out of a packet!

in a 4* hotel

fuck that i told em to stick it up their Castilian bums

and got my euros refunded

am feeling weird

gig tomorrow night

rah rah rah

see ya round you blithering ninnies

i love you

sk

 

 

posted on May 26, 2015 at 8:22 pm
sugar hit

sugar hit

hey groovers

its the big boy here

tomorrow i travel to barcelona

to play at prima vera festival with my band the church

then we are doing cologne (the city not the stuff)

and amsterdam, belgium, paris and brighton and london

then i will having a short stay in sweden

its e and m’s 24th birthday on the 7th of june

and i’m having a week off in Stockholm

doing nothing at all except yoga and relaxing and catching up with friends

maybe i will even get to the country

in the meantime i have been scoring macbeth 1040

which i am pretty pleased with

my friend george ellis the conductor and arranger

said that my soundtrack work is the best thing i can do

and hes probably right

at least for a movie like this where the music is weird

i can certainly drum up weird dark music

meanwhile still

a new(ish) project called

Vela Velox; The Speed of the Stars

is falling together

this is the one begun so long ago with frank kearns the irish guitarist

he was out last month and mixed 2 thirds of the album out at rancom st studio

with ted howard who had a big input on further/deeper and el momento albums

this is definitely shaping up to be the best lyrics and singing ive ever done

i finally got the mixture right here on this still slightly unfinished record

i need to write and sing some more

but the first batch was so good its a little daunting to keep up the standard

i am really so happy with this record

its hard to describe it

organic lush warm open soothing spiritual celtic influenced

something about franks playing and his sound invokes ancient ireland

far beyond guinness and leprechauns

the mood here is gentle transcendence with small details and subtle fleeting moods

the guitar is unusually orchestral

sometimes i cant figure out what is doing what

i play bass and piano

and wayne from cactus is the mighty walloping drummer!

as well as that ive been  writing lyrics for an australian singer

for an album which’ll come out sometime late this year i guess

so thats it

when i get back to australia then its the blurred crusade further deeper tour

which is actually selling very well in most places

i would hate you to miss out (oh god listen to me!)

see ya in europe soon!

sk

coogee nsw 2034

 

 

posted on May 23, 2015 at 9:38 pm
neighbour hood

neighbour hood

continue to be confused

now i am a monk in this garden

contemplating jesus neath the gentle belgian may side sun

larks song as my theme all along

every gentle trimming cut to the hedges and trees must please nature

st etienne at the fountain praying for peace in the triple worlds

the past present and the future lined up like lovely girls smiling hallelujah

time flows from christ above this earth clung to by man and ox

christ in his golden city surrounded by devotee and no need for locks

this precarious life is protected by a thread

this meadow pouring through space into my fragile head

this butterfly leapt from its chrysalis as the light fled

this blood measured in the night the stars have bled

this flesh upon these bones like a suit i take on and shed

this sound of evening leaving us nothing instead

a part of everything i am

nowhere at all

nowhere to fall

christ with his lamb

meandering rivers co mingle never single strands throughout the land

forest refuge during deluge on my high hill listen so still

the swift and the crow down below alight on the vines

the flowers that line the canals edges like valentines

in reflective little eddying pools i see the steadying images of headstrong fools

in mirrors in ghost rain plane i hear the keening voice of a hawk

falling from a may side sky faster than the universe can talk

dropping in on the hare through the burning silent air

in a simple room where i eat bread and contemplate heavens pearling gated homestead

by candle light and gospel fire a cracking flame within the heart

silver box of forgetfulness

reminding me of the emptiness that is not darkness

finding me at midnight embers inner semblance of a glow

god given remembrance of things i could not know

in contemplation and repetition of his one thousand names

each attribute a famous virtue it wouldnt hurt you to proclaim

in a cosmic state of flux our saviour sun

maybe warms another blue earth

where sweet life has begun

 

 

 

 

 

 

posted on May 21, 2015 at 10:28 pm
 hands some thing back

hands some thing back

in aquatic pattern reefed and ribbed

i ascend in bubbles upward towards the dark night overhead the sea

away from the light of the submarine city which pulses in dull throbbing glow

many many fathoms below

in the element of water rising into aether

lives within a dream

dreams within and over lives

i have been everyone and everything

there was always a me behind all of them

the liquid law of all jungles

the precision of a beat in the heart of a symphony

the grumbling thunder that wakes me suddenly

the sea at night is a lonely place

in the hooded shadow of the choppy waves a dim beacon

the fresh and sweet water rain on the salt skin

the rubber suit like a sleek seal

gills of a man lie within my head set

in the fiery trail of andromeda in eastward skies

a living rising star burst from the nothingness

a cold new seraphim now guarding over our eden

eyes of blank marble fixed over the orchards

the land is so much faster

i ride glaciers through palaces and minarets

making incision in poppy watch the treacle ooze out

in wildest vision webbed fingers pull me in

where the shoulder fits into the chest mind has settled

spears rip through peaceful island dusk with a soft whirr

the moonlight on the surface in tiger striped black and glare

i remember the way you moved beneath the lightning sheets

the confident sinking into the floor then you were gone

in treacherous caves half flooded with sunset

and drowned doomed villages subsidence in lake

little fishes swim through the drawing rooms

and serpents hide like eels

in the roots of a white undersea mountain

 

 

 

posted on May 17, 2015 at 9:20 pm
read em n weep

read em n weep

lets go upstairs n read my tarot cards

lets go upstairs n read my tarot cards

the story so far

weird art mystic hippie kp buk deep in the vermontian wilderness

first heard steve kilbey sing in the school canteen

where his water turned into wine

something about that stuff old kilbo was singing made buk stop and think

and for years the percolation of the lyrics and then much later the art

going round and round the search for meaning

the struggle for implications to grow in the dense canopy of the present

mysterious words like sacred cannons blasting  holes in the blackness of nescience

all of it reaching out into the unknown

into other pasts and futures

things not or not yet happened

scrying the angels in the crystallised dust of a Charn courtyard

fossicking through ninevehs memory sticks stoned to the gills

the words the music the painting

signifying what did it fucking signify?

buk began to experiment

a divination?

notes from an occult diary

what did the spirits and the magnets want?

interviews with dead marines and children beyond tomorrow

soon it was conceived in a ten year rush

the titanic deck fell into place

modern idiosyncratic intuitive

every thing you ever wanted to know about the future but were afraid to ask

well here it is in pictures and in lyrics and in buks very cool interpretations

every card charged with mojo

and a book explaining how you will divine the future too

win horse races?

sweep the pools?

break the stock market?

lovers on the horizon?

no sweat!

the tarot of the time being knows the score

and spits out more revelations per read  than yer average al crowley deck

each card will hold the secret of the future in its glossy E-Z slip finish

totb cards are used by more shamans witches freaks and weirdos

than the nearest most popular brands

in fact many card reading knuckleheads have declared TOTB

“the future in a little box”

yes the book and the cards are now available

what are you waiting for?

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while all your friends take up this great new offer

and are predictably predicting stuff all over the place

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with TOTB

now in its deluxe second edition with a foreword by

the lovely donnette thayer

returned from alaskan wastes to pen this succinct and lovely intro

TOTB is your guarantee of knowing everything about everything coming down the line

you can order it from these very pages if you do but look

TOTB is the best protection you got against future shock and time-lag

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posted on May 17, 2015 at 12:13 am
breatharian

breatharian

on the vast high seas beyond the limit of worlds

we groaned and were whipped by lash of talon

black rain fell upon the great green rocks in the rivers mouth

timbers shuddering like a thief betrayed we sank down

but not on our knees…

an island loomed out of nowhere suddenly sanctuary

wild blossom jungled jangled with birdsong

a god strode in those sacred groves of wales

a new god in an old land

we fell upon the grape fallen by the fire

peering into the fearful mists by pelican shore

or forays into the maze of the studded woods forest facade

where grew sweet thyme and lily of the valley

distant castles brooded in crags upon foggy peaks

the double headed eagle in black on a blood red square

the moonlight upon the luminescent sands of our youth

the gold was all gone in tombs stripped by ghosted script

the crypt of the high king desecrated by the playful little breezes

the chamberlain whisper the poison wing words

in days gone by a spring drinking in summer effervescent life

caravan nights in silk sheets drum of love beats

love like a hit in the guts you sprawl then you crawl

the subject changes as a strangest angel alights

more monster than man the thing can sure fly

on board the arc the darkness was suffocating

i’m sure the market would be flooded with deluges

but subterfuge reigned therein

i am brambled and ivied

envied and i rambled into the scrub

my double vision was decision enough

mendicant wind fill my subtle sail

i am beached on a shoal in the rippling rushing sea

another sun another moon

beside tide filled estuaries

the cenotaphs and monasteries