posted on April 21, 2007 at 9:52 am

who knows
who knows
not me
where are you
in breakfast room amsta hotel
how was the gig
tired drunk stoned n good good
but not scintillatingly good
just good
in a loud numb rocknroll good
wham bam a lop bam ka boom
sound rushing in my ears like a river
drowning in electronic racket
bass like a rubbery throb boom boom boom
the words
who dealt this hand
poor singer
singer poor
pour it all out
sort it all out
yeah yeah cruising down this shuddering info hiway
posting posting posting
my life……
can you imagine
so tired
im so tired
sleep sleep sleep
stoned n over n out
green genie out of its bottle
the white widow is following me
with the body of shiva
but i get up n do yoga
i eat bread n jam for brekfast
i do qi gong in my narrow cell like room
i squeeze in all the prana i can get
im worn out
need to fade to black
too much life
head heavy
aching head
so many mistakes
i make so many mistakes
always getting it wrong wrong wrong
heavy headaching hangover
eyes photosensitive
the grey holland spring sky dazzles me eyes
the clock on wall goes tick tick never tock
it s noon
another day on erf
another gig to play
2morrow long drive
but tonite
utrecht holland
you gotta love it baby
you gotta let it roll
you gotta thank lord vishnu
for another chance to rock
the most liberal n sensible country on earth
good on ya nederlands
its on
lemme rock
its only natural
i will

84 Responses to “double dutch treat”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 April 2007 at 10:38 am #

    Alcohol and spirituality sure do mix.

  2. avatar
    nickfiction | 21 April 2007 at 11:06 am #

    wish you’d put up some more fotos….

  3. avatar
    davem | 21 April 2007 at 11:23 am #

    I’m glad it went well.
    Although like the rest of us you make mistakes, so often you get it bang on. Love and peace to you SK.

    Dave M

  4. avatar
    cvodb | 21 April 2007 at 11:53 am #

    Trust me we’re not that sensible here in the Netherlands. Back to the 50’s is right round the corner, if we’re not careful.

  5. avatar
    fantasticandy | 21 April 2007 at 11:56 am #

    your’e a regular rock n roll animal
    under that thin facade aren’t you?
    now wrest that weary head.
    andy L.

  6. avatar
    Vishnu cock flab | 21 April 2007 at 12:23 pm #

    you guys should change the band name to

    “The Unborn Hindus”
    and be tour sluts in India

  7. avatar
    Tim | 21 April 2007 at 12:31 pm #

    Isn’t the netherlands where a small group wanted to change child sex laws???? A petaphile political party if you will… Sick stuff…
    That’s a little too liberal for me…

    Enjoy your day among the freaks of the world…

  8. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 21 April 2007 at 2:37 pm #

    Tired male
    struggles on
    feet heavy
    head aching
    covering miles
    winning battles
    but never satisfied
    doubt returns
    mind starts up
    that damn questioning
    ‘why are we doing this ?’
    ‘because we gotta’
    ‘why do we “gotta” ?’
    ‘cos a man’s gotta do wotta man’s gotta do’

    Dunno why, but something in this blog reminds me of the masculine confusion and tiredness of “Man”:

    “We press on and on
    Funny how the future’s always waiting for you…
    …We cast out our nets
    Drag up the struggling contents surely
    We must not forget
    That hunger looms…
    …The shadows/drugs that stalk you”

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 April 2007 at 4:04 pm #

    hair of the dog?

  10. avatar
    EARTHFRIEND | 21 April 2007 at 4:26 pm #

    thanks for me sweet transaction, me shiva goods, have fun tonite…

  11. avatar
    sue cee | 21 April 2007 at 4:36 pm #

    Sweet dreams & sleep for your weary head … twillies soon! Look after Thor in Copenhagen!


    My best to you Veleska, hope yr ok? xxx

  12. avatar
    ~ | 21 April 2007 at 6:39 pm #

    Friar, I must entreat your pains I think
    To do what, missy signior?
    To bind me or undo me; one of them
    (but neither to chain)
    a Benedicktion for the travel weary
    tripped in the lamp lost and found
    lid 😉
    in green smoke the haze clears
    sweet incense good to the senses
    no longer thick and heavy in the air
    pardon me for my mistakes,
    born to speak mirth not matter
    then there was a star danced
    oh happy occasion the fortunate
    gene genie
    what do you wish for?
    what will you drink tonight?
    and images of sights yet unseen
    soul elevated in the flip of the mirror
    into prism reflex or electric sensor
    modern pixels meet old fashioned salt printing
    ambient stills
    a moment to be held
    in the head hand and heart
    and to be seen
    each day to next
    melting clocks
    numbers and hands liquid slide in the desert
    8 seconds seem like an eternity has already past
    yet soon to rest in time
    hope full and thank full
    for another day to be present
    Amsterdam has some of the best chocochip cookies
    I hear
    how good is that jazz man?
    what a treat


  13. avatar
    restaurant mark | 21 April 2007 at 7:54 pm #

    just breathe man…

  14. avatar
    kat | 21 April 2007 at 8:16 pm #

    aww sk,

    i hope you can sleep soon, everything looks/sounds different when you are tired.

    keep rockin’,

    xo peace k@t

  15. avatar
    epiphany | 21 April 2007 at 10:56 pm #

    “~ said” and “malcom urkey” are the same person. listen to the voices in your head. Just be weary when you have a conversation with them.

  16. avatar
    disturbed | 21 April 2007 at 10:57 pm #


  17. avatar
    the status quo | 21 April 2007 at 10:58 pm #

    “~ said, Put down the pen, man! Step away from the keyboard!”

  18. avatar
    xoxoxoxoxoxoox | 21 April 2007 at 11:00 pm #

    some people write from experience
    some people write with ancient inspiration
    some people write without heart
    where do you fit in?

  19. avatar
    !?!? :-))))) | 21 April 2007 at 11:02 pm #

    ~ said, “what a treat”
    you crack me up. scintillating!!!!

  20. avatar
    MEM | 21 April 2007 at 11:26 pm #

    don’t imagine…

    you can’t imagine…

    ka boom

    ba room

    eat it

    think it

    be it

    dream it

    the bottom fell out

    a long time ago…

    who knows?

    why know?


    …but wait

    there’s more to be


  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 12:41 am #

    Oh well, a “good” gig aint too bad I guess. Holland sounds like a nice place…I hope you get a chance to rest there sk. Maybe go for a long, long walk and when no-one’s looking, do as that creepy Tiny Tim used to sing and “tiptoe….through the tulips….with me”
    Lots of love,

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 1:03 am #

    xxxxxxxx genx

  23. avatar
    something else that wasn't me | 22 April 2007 at 2:32 am #

    dream this dream

    fingers type at reasaon like a

    chicken pecks @


    inflect reason, time’s reason

    the being before


    was the



    holly reason now & forever;

    good now

    and forever…


    this this,

    this now,

    this reason

    to be.

    i’ve waited &


    I’ve come & i’ve


    more is less

    less is


    than i could’ve


    to be,

    or to be here again?

    is that a question?

    I have always loved


    you, more than i



    than this



    to be

    more or less

    than this,



    this reason

    to be…

    i am,

    i am not…

    i will be,

    i shall not…


    less is



    you decide it is

    or it isn’t?

    what then?


    time has

    run out

    the bottom is gone,

    the vast

    nothing which we


    has beckoned us,



    we are the nothingness,

    a sad




    between that,

    that is…


    between what is perceived

    to be






    but i’ve said too


  24. avatar
    another urgent diatribe | 22 April 2007 at 3:24 am #

    Another song about you and us. Judgement is passed, ok J, now enter under….

    Joseph Arthur
    Speed of Light

    Good night New Orleans
    Things are exactly as they seem
    But I’m nowhere around
    Hello Mexico
    You’re where I was told to go
    If I don’t want to be found
    There’s no end to the winter
    Waking at the break of dawn
    In the middle of summer
    Living at the speed of light

    Someday we may
    See each other and look the other way
    But I’ll love you just the same
    And if you hate your life
    Just remember there used to be a time
    When we could not feel a thing

    In my heart is a hunger
    I will never give away
    Just try and stop from going under
    ‘Till the dawn of judgment day
    Living at the speed of light
    Living at the speed of light
    Living at the speed of light
    And burning your love on the way
    Burning your love away


    God Steve you are such a judgemental fuck lately.

    Vishnu was wrong

    Don’t believe what you hear
    Don’t believe what you see
    If you just close your eyes
    You can feel the enemy
    When I first met you girl
    You had fire in your soul
    What happened your face of melting in snow?
    Now it looks like this
    And you can swallow
    Or you can spit
    You can throw it up
    Or choke on it
    And you can dream
    So dream out loud
    You know that your time is coming ’round
    So don’t let the bastards grind you down

    No, nothing makes sense
    Nothing seems to fit
    I know you’d hit out
    If you only knew who to hit
    And I’d join the movement
    If there was one I could believe in
    Yeah I’d break bread and wine
    If there was a church I could receive in
    ‘Cause I need it now

    To take the cup
    To fill it up
    To drink it slow
    I can’t let you go
    I must be an acrobat
    To talk like this
    And act like that
    And you can dream
    So dream out loud
    And don’t let the bastards grind you down

    Oh, it hurts baby
    What are we going to do? Now it’s all been said
    No new ideas in the house and every book has been read

    And I must be an acrobat
    To talk like this
    And act like that
    And you can dream
    So dream out loud
    And you can find
    Your own way out
    And you can build
    And I can will
    And you can call
    I can’t wait until
    You can stash
    And you can seize
    In dreams begin
    And I can love
    And I can love
    And I know that the tide is turning ’round
    So don’t let the bastards grind you down

    Steve ya bastard grumpy vegan, smarten up. You are wating your judgements

    ccept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. One man’s faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.

    One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

    Oh God I feel for you. All please accept the word of jesus and let us leave in peace and walk on away from the coming hell.

    And flying is a sin no?



    Question: “What is the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit?”

    Answer: The case of “blasphemy against the Spirit” in the New Testament is mentioned in Mark 3:22-30 and in Matthew 12:22-32. The term blasphemy may be generally defined as “defiant irreverence.” We would apply the term to such sins as cursing God, or willfully degrading things relating to God. It is also attributing some evil to God, or denying Him some good that we should attribute to Him. This case of blasphemy, however, is a specific one, called “THE blasphemy against the Holy Spirit” in Matthew 12:31. In Matthew 12:31-32, the Pharisees, having witnessed irrefutable proof that Jesus was working miracles in the power of the Holy Spirit, claimed instead that the Lord was possessed by the demon “Beelzebub” (Matthew 12:24). Now notice that in Mark 3:30 Jesus is very specific about what exactly they did to commit “the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit.”

    This blasphemy has to do with someone accusing Jesus Christ of being demon-possessed instead of Spirit-filled. There are other ways to blaspheme the Holy Spirit, but this was “THE” unpardonable blasphemy. As a result, the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit cannot be duplicated today. Jesus Christ is not on earth. but seated at the right Hand of God. No one can witness Jesus Christ performing a miracle and then attribute that power to Satan instead of the Spirit. Although there is no blasphemy of the Spirit today, we should always keep in mind there is an unpardonable state of existence–the state of continued unbelief. There is no pardon for a person who dies in unbelief. Continual rejection of the Holy Spirit’s promptings to trust in Jesus Christ is the unpardonable blasphemy. Remember what is stated in John 3:16, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have eternal life.” The only condition when someone would have no forgiveness is if that someone is not among the “whoever believes in Him.”


    yeah CHURCH singing songs like this ? Why do you accept to be blind on anything that came after VISHNU?


    [revised July 10, 2006]

    Wherever you are
    That’s when you find me
    No matter how hard
    Wherever you’ll look
    Wherever you are
    Dead ahead [2:05] you’ll find…

    Whatever you are
    That’s ??? [2:32]
    No reason for doubt
    Go ahead and go out
    The heaven you saw
    Whatever you saw
    Whatever you are
    That’s my ??? [2:58]

    And we walk towards it
    And ask God who’s trusted
    And we walk towards it
    Fairy dust encrusted
    [3:31] And all would not miss
    And felicity sunk it
    And it’s tickled our lips
    I wish you would just stop it
    Whatever you are
    Whatever you are

    Whatever you are

    Whatever you are
    (Oh Krishna, Oh Rama, Oh Vishnu, Narayana)
    [repeated 3 more times]

    (Oh Krishna, Oh Rama, Oh Vishnu, Narayana)
    [repeated 4 more times

    I saw you Steve being born as a poor blind boy begging for money ion India circa 2043 begging to get money for a sitar…..

    Well it can be changed but you can’t be so foolish man. Wake up to your ascended messenger. Accept it. I know you and you are urged by me to open to the eternal beyond the hell coming…


    “Running To Stand Still”

    And so she woke up
    Woke up from where she was
    Lying still
    Said I gotta do something
    About where we’re going

    Step on a steam train
    Step out of the driving rain, maybe
    Run from the darkness in the night
    Singing ha, ah la la la de day
    Ah la la la de day
    Ah la la de day

    Sweet the sin
    Bitter taste in my mouth
    I see seven towers
    But I only see one way out

    You got to cry without weeping
    Talk without speaking
    Scream without raising your voice

    You know I took the poison
    From the poison stream
    Then I floated out of here
    Singing…ha la la la de day
    Ha la la la de day
    Ha la la de day

    She runs through the streets
    With her eyes painted red
    Under black belly of cloud in the rain
    In through a doorway she brings me
    White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
    She is raging
    She is raging
    And the storm blows up in her eyes
    She will…

    Suffer the needle chill
    She’s running to stand…


    you are so on the line you are worth it man.

    love you so much. me no dummy, me work for you in more ways than one.

    few see this…. love is a returned favour

  25. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 22 April 2007 at 3:26 am #

    I’ll tell thee what, prince;
    a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour.
    Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
    No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear
    nothing handsome about him.

  26. avatar
    PAGEY | 22 April 2007 at 3:31 am #

    Let me love you, let me rescue you……..ahhhhhhhh

  27. avatar
    Albert Camus | 22 April 2007 at 3:33 am #


    duh, of course he will be nude not telling a soul but one

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 3:38 am #

    oh-kay then

  29. avatar
    more than a shemu | 22 April 2007 at 3:44 am #

    The Male Muses

    They’re long forgotten, really.
    They didn’t have their sisters’ press agents.
    The Greeks, who named the gods like Adam named the animals,
    Forgot about them. A great injustice.
    But what do expect from a bunch of men,
    And Sappho?

    Their sisters, the famous Muses, the ones with names
    Were great teases. Still are.
    A hint of laughter from across the bay,
    A flash of thighs vanishing beneath the water,
    A shade of nipple under diaphanous cloth,
    And some unfortunate man’s heart would enflame itself
    And demand to be poured out in poetry, in song, in painting.

    Longing—that’s what they’re all about.
    The haunting emptiness. The promise.
    The burning that maybe someday, somehow, could be relieved.
    For a little while.
    And so the poets, the artists, the would-be lovers
    Parade their arts like peacocks.
    “Look at me. Look at me. I am so talented.
    Look at what I will do to win you.”

    And the girls, the Muses, do they even like poetry?
    Who knows? I’m sure they find it amusing.

    But the male Muses are quite different.
    They like their anonymity, I suppose.
    It gives them room to work their magic.
    Solitary creatures, attractive, comfortable—not stunning
    They like to hang out in beautiful places,
    Canyons, mountaintops, waterfalls—that sort of thing,
    On days when the weather is perfect.
    They want you looking at the scenery.
    They’re waiting for you there.

    They don’t do longing. They don’t do emptiness.
    They come to you at those moments when the colors are just too bright,
    When the crashing water is so loud you can’t hear your own laughter.
    They come to you when all your words, all your gestures,
    All the things that you do, that people like you do,
    Are not enough.
    To smile, to say, “Hey, that’s good”
    Would be a desecration.

    The male Muses are about fullness.
    You’ll know they have come
    When you are about to explode from your fullness.
    When you have to sing, you have to dance,
    You have to do something that you (or people like you)
    Couldn’t possibly do.
    Then you’ll know them.

    The Art inspired by the male Muses
    Comes after the magic moment, not before.
    It is not the wooing, it is the Child.
    And who can blame the mothers
    If they lose themselves in their children?
    Who can blame them if the Muse, the man,
    Vanishes from memory like the morning mist
    In the strength of the summer Sun?

  30. avatar
    isiti?isitnot?shoulditbe? | 22 April 2007 at 3:50 am #



    IT ALL







    IS IS?








  31. avatar
    PAGEY | 22 April 2007 at 3:51 am #

    when you get into penetration….its all down down down….

    so just like me….write me

    who the fuck is she/he/it muse??

    i’m as helpless as the smallest leaf…..

    oh i get it. the miscreation….

    read above for the miscreation

    Steve you write the muses words but do you listen to them??

    All right…..

    oh you fools….

    building planes now that will run 10 fold…..into 2 big czars that will not be cold….oh i shall cast with you to the next one….one after…

    evolution…..we got the great goods, the material lux…..then we left for another big time….left those old czars in their pollutin cars……slay the dragon then eatem. yum….

  32. avatar
    Socrates trying to save Arisototle | 22 April 2007 at 3:57 am #

    its fuckin a drag gettin no recognition for the help you imped me about. I should repost it here… a day or two…gives ya time to thank for the fields of glory or something……you gotta chance or this blog bites with spankings

    been sitting here calypso

    nearly jan 7,68

    way past the hour of my release

    play on my lines???

    then burning in the choir

  33. avatar
    PAGEY | 22 April 2007 at 4:11 am #

    16 revelations about Steve Kilbey, 32 of God, of Jesus. 17 years of deep trance. Page jeans. One subject kilbery. Will not give up. Get used to it.

    1 of an ET

    that ET = looked like Jesus but also like those aliens faces.




    Vishnu=fired dictator of the creator replaced by Jesus

    They are serious about it too. 1/1000000 GET TO SPREAD THE FAM (INE) ILY BEYOND

    Happens every planet they say.










    hell is me!!!!!

  34. avatar
    Loncar Matic | 22 April 2007 at 4:13 am #



  35. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 22 April 2007 at 4:36 am #

    Holland is a friendly and hospitable haven for vegans and people who love to drink. Steve Kilbey is alive and he has the right to imbibe.

  36. avatar
    poorchildrentiredandalone | 22 April 2007 at 4:37 am #

















  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 5:09 am #

    get a fucking life…….”the world keeps spinning,people keep singing…….All the rest is just bullshit………g x

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 6:26 am #

    and we all get a free trip around the sun each year……just enjoy it ….stop reading too many books….find an original idea for goodness sake……it would do you some good/g x

  39. avatar
    fantasticandy | 22 April 2007 at 7:23 am #

    don’t we have some clever,important people on here.

    hugs to valeska,
    good luck with the test tomorrow.
    you’ll be fine.
    healing wishes,

  40. avatar
    Sunshine | 22 April 2007 at 8:00 am #

    Geez, I thought this was the Space Rocker’s blog. I didn’t expect the Spanish Inquisition.

    Hope you find some peaceful rest, SK, and re-energize so you can knock ’em dead for the rest of your gigs.


  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 8:26 am #

    is everyone tripping or what?

  42. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 22 April 2007 at 8:27 am #


    Some such strange bull
    leap’d your father’s blog, err, cow
    And got a calf
    in that same noble feat
    Much like to you,
    for you have just his bleat.

  43. avatar
    captainmission | 22 April 2007 at 8:37 am #

    err some unusual comments provoked by todays blog steve, err i just wanted to wish you well, love to the band and tiaree, hope you get some rest.

  44. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 22 April 2007 at 8:43 am #

    out of curiosity, i did a
    google “blog search”

    [peach juice “cunning linguist”]

    there was only this ONE result!

    …a reference to a website with only this ONE entry!!

    so what does it all mean???

    that border guard was a very wise man indeed!…

    “The pacifist ethic to bear insults without complaint and to turn the other cheek is related to the ethic to love one’s enemy. Here the emphasis is as much on the individual’s internal attitude as it is upon the other’s welfare. If a person responds to evil in anger or self-defense, he becomes attached to the evil and it can dominate him. The anger and hatred of his attacker is transmuted into his own anger and resentment at being a victim, and he loses his balance and spiritual strength. But by bearing and accepting insults and abuse without diminution of his own goodwill and mental concentration, he can stay above the hatred and preserve a foundation of spiritual independence and self-possession.”


  45. avatar
    ~ | 22 April 2007 at 8:55 am #

    the patrons of music and poetry
    Plato certain they existed in Egypt 10,000 years
    the sound
    the words
    the colours
    of such a divine nature only begotten as a gift from the creator
    like fire
    it burns as it must
    it burns as it must
    the first instrument
    strings stretched across the concavity of a turtle shell
    in Mysteries
    the human constitution
    the shell
    the wafer
    the strings
    the blood
    the musician
    the Spirit
    harmony, melody, discord
    all from Spirit
    yes I Love you
    as you are
    as I am
    as we will be
    was avin a laf
    he told his disciples
    to avoid the yeast of the bread of the Pharisees
    the disciples do not go into town to buy bread
    they would rather starve, they say
    so they did not eat, and when their bellies hollered
    they begged of Jesus
    how will we eat, if not bread?
    Jesus said, you failed to see
    I say unto thee
    avoid the yeast of the Pharisees, the hot air that puffs up the bread
    unpleasant in the gut
    not the food of the soul
    or even of the body
    the hot air of religion
    a bunch of suicidal murderous blow hards
    Jesus warned us
    we have failed to hear
    the teachings of masters
    of Agape
    the body and the blood
    in dreams began…
    the beginning of the end
    saint eve
    gebo fluX
    my hands tremble
    it is difficult to communicate
    what my heart does know
    I shouldn’t say but I do because I must
    I shout cry whisper kiss
    and I Love
    I know why
    we are drawn to the rhythm

    when we wore a heart of stone we wandered to the sea
    hoping to find some comfort there yearning to feel free
    and we were mesmerised by the lull of the night and the smells that filled the air
    and we layed us down on sandy ground it was cold but we didn’t care

    we were drawn to the rhythm drawn into the rhythm of the sea
    we were drawn to the rhythm drawn into the rhythm of the sea

    we fell asleep and began to dream when something broke the night
    memories stirred inside of us the struggle and the fight
    and we could feel the heat of a thousand voices telling us which way to go
    and we cried out is there no escape from the words that plague us so

    in the still and the silent dawn another day is born
    washed up by the tireless waves the body bent and torn
    when you wake in the face of the blinding sun
    and you search only to find
    that heaven is a stranger place than the one you’ve left behind

    judgement has passed I will never look away
    I have been looking so long
    the favour I return the torch I carried in your image long before I knew your name
    when all seems to crash around you
    I will still hold fast
    I know how difficult
    the test of the mineral world can be
    we are not called to be what we are not
    capable of being
    the Orphic Egg
    soul of the philosopher
    by the fiery serpent of creative spirit
    mother earth
    the Child of Man
    it is Good
    the world called beautiful
    and it’s creator designated Good
    because good perforce must act in conformity with it’s nature
    good acting in accordance with nature is harmony
    beauty therefore must be truth
    truth must be trusted
    it remained for Pythagoras
    to demonstrate the mathematical foundation of music
    although funny, it is said he was not a musician himself
    the diatonic scale heard as braziers hammered upon anvils
    the various pitches struck upon he carefully estimated the intervals
    determining them to not be random
    ratios measures
    the secret in sequence 1,2,3,4 tetractys the pyramid of dots
    contains a fifth within
    one cannot arrive before the next the proof of shells
    of the cellular
    Pythagoras could hear the music of the spheres
    Shakespeare, perhaps by way of his muse?
    in the Merchant of Venice penned:
    “There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st but in his motion like an angle sings”
    to me, your voice angelic
    I move in mysterious ways lover
    I have so much to tell you
    in a dance
    of dreams entwined like feet
    over sand
    in meadows sweet I will go
    palm to palm
    eye to eye
    Heart to Soul
    wake with me
    I’ll take you into the deep as far as I can go
    I trust it’s vastness
    I trust the storms
    are difficult teachers and angels
    howling with hunger
    in their hearts
    break with me
    at the speed of light


  46. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 9:34 am #

    Well, we do have some esoteric internet users today…. whoah… I still burn and I’m still playing with fire… the flesh wants what the flesh wants and it has nothing to do with logic or consequence…GET HIM OUT OF MY PSYCHE…..

  47. avatar
    mattdavison | 22 April 2007 at 9:38 am #

    Ahh Yeah! mmmmm.

  48. avatar
    Sisyphus | 22 April 2007 at 9:48 am #

    Who was the ‘genius’ who fitted out the tour van with high-powered WiFi ?

  49. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 9:55 am #

    Me again..the Hellbound Heart…I spoke a coupla blogs ago…did I tell you that sometimes when our eyes meet I see sparks fly out..he has the most amazing blue eyes….

  50. avatar
    Pedant | 22 April 2007 at 10:14 am #

    “…but in his motion like an angle sings”

    ~, you sure you’re not still talking about Pythagoras here ?

    I remember primary school, when we used to pull the wings off flies and even worse – we used to bisect angels with protractors.

    It was ‘orrible – they’d would scream their celestial screams and their sparkling, silver blood would flow all over our desks and down into the inkwells.

  51. avatar
    eek | 22 April 2007 at 10:34 am #

    holy shit. is there a full moon or something?

  52. avatar
    Symon | 22 April 2007 at 10:36 am #

    Sounds like the gigs are going right off Steve….party hard…party on….but party safe and come back to OZ soon.

  53. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 22 April 2007 at 12:33 pm #

    nice one.

    new research suggests you can actually get stoned from just READING this blogge.


  54. avatar
    melquiades | 22 April 2007 at 12:49 pm #

    Steve, Rock on, man (all the way to the states)!!!!

  55. avatar
    relic | 22 April 2007 at 1:20 pm #

    Steve Kilbey, write something quick!

  56. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 22 April 2007 at 2:35 pm #

    Man, watch out for the brown acid!

  57. avatar
    12str | 22 April 2007 at 3:39 pm #

    see ya in malmoe killah!!
    got something jazzy for ya…
    take care


  58. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 3:42 pm #

    come, oh god of the van. speak to us, as if from the fan. sing to us,
    and i ran, blah blah blah

  59. avatar
    greenpeace | 22 April 2007 at 4:11 pm #

    you can get stoned from reading this blog!
    feeling pretty mellow
    music sounding positively transcendental
    going to take a road trip today
    don’t tell the cops
    but I’ll be driving under the influence
    of jazz
    one of my fav sax solos
    Ray Anthony’s
    The Peter Gunn Theme
    it does however, cause me to drive faster
    than I should
    the purrrr of the engine
    I’ll drive for hours today
    with a loyal dog in the passenger seat
    he’ll tell me to slow down, then laugh at me and put his head back out the window enjoying the cool air rush by, as dogs like to do
    he and I both like classic rock
    that dog digs CCR
    but I’m the one who likes to roll
    I’ll be out late so
    eek if I see a full moon I’ll howl at it for ya
    and for blue eyed wolves like me
    hey pendant if the necklace were too old it might rust from all the swimming
    wait-silver doesn’t rust! it may tarnish, but kept properly and polished often it just
    I send good thoughts to veleska, have some tea and watch funny movies luv get well soon
    all ya all some very lovely spirits
    shine on you crazy diamonds
    keeping Portland weird!
    (hey it’s a T-shirt bumper sticker philo ya can sport round these parts if ya go to music millenium)
    or find one at a thrift shop sure, good to recycle!
    hey I saw a new bumper sticker whilst driving around and around
    I think it said:
    male muses do space in style,
    male muses drive in van pools?
    either way, oh very inspiring!
    eh, as logical as simultaneous rainbows
    gorgeous rainbows!
    love it I do baby
    each day new
    with open arms and open eyes
    see ya later…
    luv to all

  60. avatar
    a.k.a. Zooomabooma | 22 April 2007 at 4:19 pm #

    But smoke that sweet green kind! One of the sweet, sweet joys of Nederland!!

  61. avatar
    keeping Portland weird | 22 April 2007 at 4:19 pm #

    veleska, don’t know if it’s your cup o tea, and it can be hard to find, but Rubin and Ed I recommend for laughs and forgetting the crappy things that sometimes happen to good people.

  62. avatar
    Bionaut | 22 April 2007 at 6:56 pm #


    Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

  63. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 7:17 pm #

    very lovely gig in utrecht, Mr. K.!
    thx 4 all & of course… the encore

    hope to see you again
    have a safe journey

    peace, luv’ & jazz to you

  64. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 9:13 pm #



  65. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 April 2007 at 9:46 pm #

    you are plummeting in the charts. so, i’ll take this time to put out a plea.
    please folks, let’s conserve energy, especially in the u.s.
    let’s do what we can to help mother earth.

    happy earth day,

  66. avatar
    isolde | 22 April 2007 at 10:13 pm #

    havagood trip north and evening off sk
    say hi to mary of hobart

  67. avatar
    Brown Acid? | 22 April 2007 at 10:44 pm #

    I always that it was the yellow snow….

  68. avatar
    jj | 23 April 2007 at 3:11 am #

    Enjoying the dispatches from the road, from the depths of exhaustion it seems…..umm, wish i could visit a coffeehouse right about now in Amsterdam.

    Hope sleep comes down, TB, and dreams visit the weary. Your Yoga dedication is inspiring. May prana follow you on your travels.

  69. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 April 2007 at 6:35 am #

    Where the hell are you?

  70. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 April 2007 at 6:37 am #

    oh wow!
    i haven’t read your comments page for some time and now i remember why. i was looking to read some gig reviews but i mostly find lovesick fans gone absolutely fucking nuts.
    what is going on?
    i wish you all the best and some well deserved rest.

  71. avatar
    ~ | 23 April 2007 at 8:01 am #

    in heaven on earth!
    (see element for details and illustrations)
    residing in comfy chair?
    well maybe some one expected it….
    so how bout

    it’s hard
    to get me outa bed in the morning
    I like to sleep in,
    after all
    9 hours prefered
    8 for resting
    1 for dreaming
    better make that 2
    10 in all?
    give it an 11 out of a possible
    on the way east
    it’s Sunday
    the 7th day good for rest, I’ve heard
    had a fine day with father
    Father gifted a day with fine weather
    my dad was wearing this red shirt with a triangle on it
    I have a liking four threes
    even though public school tried
    to ruin math, pocohontis,make ya colour in the lines
    demand you know what you want to be when you grow up
    and tell you how to be it
    they celebrate columbus day
    tell you your vote counts and rig elections
    the poor bleeding disected things!
    silver blood and formaldahyde all over the classroom
    Triangles of special interest though
    reminds me of this:
    “the proper study of mankind is man”
    a subject most neglected in most schools
    speaking of creation, Vishnu’s incarnations many
    in number, creative sly sexy
    well very well he’s got a lot of wives to please
    16,000!!! its a hot damn good thing he can
    (in)carnate a lot, and creative the
    nine degrees of Eleusinian, Scan the navys uhn…
    ginungagap, I would’ve left it up to the welsh,
    thats just me I guess
    see the shirt got me thinking
    he got it at the goodwill
    ha ha ha!
    omg I crack myself up
    you’d think I had scrambled eggs for breakfast,
    instead of spelt bread and pommegranite juice
    and mint tea
    the absent minded
    cherry blossoms fer brains
    get to the fucking point you say?
    being part of spirit,second
    universal esssence of Creator,third
    the sun life
    the father paternity
    the holy spirit maternity
    since the loss of the Mystery schools
    there has not been a religion to which
    Plato would have subscribed
    I’m musing that
    Pythagoras would’ve seen the sevenfold key
    held by the lion faced hierophant and called
    gifts of Egpytian architecture
    however schools can’t teach you how to be a good
    grown up
    if you’re constantly tripping on T-shirts
    prolly they’d call you fruity
    or just plain


  72. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 April 2007 at 8:06 am #

    From one patron to another
    (especially ~ & compadres)

    i feel for you
    really, i do
    you are possessed
    by obsession
    and what’s more
    you’re angry
    you may have reason to be angry
    i don’t know
    it’s none of my business
    i know
    but you’re crying out
    and i can’t help responding
    i understand the love you feel
    it’s justified.

    we see what you see:
    his irresistible allure
    his charm and gangling grace
    his rare, phenomenal talent
    all here
    who aren’t rattled by status
    echo your sentiments
    new and old
    some from unlikely places
    are part of this loop
    feeling included
    part of his life
    in his thoughts
    in some ways
    influencing his decisions
    shaping his life
    he gives power to his fans
    to all of us
    isn’t that something?
    jubilance AND power
    isn’t that enough?
    he’s giving it all
    for so little in return
    and we’re a part of his diary
    no one can take that away
    we know this
    and we know that
    in the end, it’s all just
    weights and measures
    it’s essentially just a job
    he has a home
    a family
    a life outside of all this
    another place
    where we don’t belong
    his choice
    his right
    not ours

    we can’t choose our parents
    our siblings
    our relatives
    he, too, cannot
    we can, however
    choose our partner
    our children
    our friends
    he, too, can

    he does not choose his fans
    we’re here
    and that’s the way it is
    we belong
    no one can say we don’t
    we know our place
    and it will always be ours
    here is our merchant
    go home
    come back tomorrow
    and remember
    the merchant’s not for sale.


  73. avatar
    fantasticandy | 23 April 2007 at 8:57 am #

    the sunday outing photo’s are lovely!
    where did your dad get the cool t-shirt?
    andy L.

  74. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 April 2007 at 9:03 am #

    Some ppl let their hearts get in the way of their intellect…

    There is an awful lot of emotion on this blog. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

    I swung by here when Grant died last year. I was very, very moved by SK’s words on his passing and kept coming back. I liked his serendipitous use of language and his ‘fuck you’ honesty (although I suspect his lawyer may curl at his descriptions of some living and well known ppl).

    I picked a fight with him over a box in Bilbao and haven’t looked back! He’s still wrong about it and I’m still right. So it goes…I have enjoyed the experience.

    IMHO a lot has changed since the vegetarian diatribes of early this year. A lot of commenters and SK got really upset and it went on for days. There is a lot of commenter sledging going on as well these days, it’s changed a bit since last May.

    For me, I’ve allowed this to take up a small residency in my life. I look forward to the posts. I saw SK play live and saw his play. All good. I have tried to locate and listen to some of the older music so many commenters have described. I found a favourite. ‘Destination’ now plays regularly in my car. My kids know some of the words now and croon along from the backseat. I tell my partner that SK has gone away on tour and maybe mention that he said something about John Foxx (a favourite of my partner). Fuck me if he hasn’t infiltrated our lives an a small way. I doubt it was his intention but such is his effect.

    Why did I find this community and it’s overlord so appealing? I think essentially most of us are leading lives of ‘quiet desperation’ and seek to punctuate our existences with something meaningful and real. For communications at another level or for expression that has no other forum. Sometimes this seems to fill that gap for some. It provided me with distraction. Essential at times….troublesome at others.

    Grant’s anniversary approaches. I was just a fan…but somehow his passing changed everything. We all grew up and we can’t go back.

    To MP – you are right.

    To all others – my best wishes for the future.

    My two cents.


  75. avatar
    fantasticandy | 23 April 2007 at 9:19 am #

    oh look a picture of meeee!!!!!

  76. avatar
    fantasticandy | 23 April 2007 at 9:25 am #

    yeah, from now on this comments page is gonna be filled with me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me.
    because i’m so much more interesting than the rest of you,
    so there!

  77. avatar
    zebob | 23 April 2007 at 9:42 am #

    Steve sounds beat.
    Take a load off Stevey
    Take a load for free
    Take a load off Stevey
    And and you can put the load right on me

  78. avatar
    1990 | 23 April 2007 at 9:43 am #

    Y’know, there’s a parallel world where John Paul Jones did produce GAF, Ploog kept his gob shut about Donette, Steve never developed a thing for drum machines, and the money kept rolling in.
    Wish I lived there.

  79. avatar
    ~ | 23 April 2007 at 9:55 am #

    thanks andyL,
    had a great time w/my dad
    I didn’t choose him maybe but he’s a great dad
    he did his best to put us in the best schools
    and I did have a really great hs photo teacher
    sadly they still disect frogs, ewww
    he got the T shirt at a thrift store called
    if you fill the comment section with youXzenith
    it’s a good thing you don’t write as much here as I do! 😉
    MP, wise talented kind understanding
    a thousand thank you’s
    good night good home
    good tomorrows

    peace and luv to ya all

  80. avatar
    string theory | 23 April 2007 at 10:00 am #

    a universe where choices are made before you remember you made them

  81. avatar
    string cheese | 23 April 2007 at 10:02 am #

    whatever yer weird

  82. avatar
    string cheese incident | 23 April 2007 at 10:09 am #

    jazz is screwy
    ~your’e a strange one alright

  83. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 23 April 2007 at 10:48 am #

    Friends, Romans, Countrymen…

    You might wanna start to replace the humdrum word, ‘blog’, with the idea ‘performance space’. This is a space Steve created to interact with his audience in a new way. It’s a bazaar – a crossroads – a place for exchanging good things, fresh ideas, even the ‘nutty’ or downright bizarre…no matter.

    SK ain’t the kinda man who rests on his laurels and sits back hoping for compliments on his handsome back catalogue…

    There’s a shepherd at work.
    There’s a plan…
    And everyone here is an essential part of it.

    D’ya get it ?

  84. avatar
    isolde | 23 April 2007 at 11:28 am #

    aye to be sure to be sure, it’s a theatre mark anthony malarkey

    b.bon pls email my egoaltarboy

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