posted on December 9, 2009 at 5:41 am

the long drive thru sydneys northern suburbs
struggle to stay awake
whose driving
past the posh houses and the brick boxes
christmas trees
other days
i go into my reverie
dad tuning in the radio
i hear my sweet lord for the 1st time
it was already #1 in england n america
mum in the back seat with the boys
on our holiday
we pull into a caravan park
i get a caramel thickshake
i eat hot chips with vinegar
reverie warps a bit
memorys all in one
kathy n david neil run the place
we are in canada walking through the pines
in some brief summer
david and i take acid in the northern light
we swim in a dam with some other people
crazy davy and lazy jane
we build a fire
drink beers
david plays us his songs
i close my eyes n i drift off
listening to his words
in his song hes jumping a train to saskatoon
i feel the outside go past
i hear the track and the clacketty clack
i hear the whistle
i wake up in a swiss hotel over looking a lake
i bought some dope at a dope emporium
i had been dreaming of our holiday
we had when i was a kid
dad had really laid a lotta money down
a big holiday he had said
we stopped in at places on the way there
i heard george harrison again in the caravan park
i heard ride a white swan too for the 1st time
it seemed i had reached a fork in a road
dad was smoking little cigars to get off cigarettes
he didnt like my sweet lord so much
my parents were very wary of gospel singers
the hallelujahs put em off
if they listened n heard the hare krishnas
they would have hated that even more
last thing my dad wanted to hear on his radio
was an ex beatle singing an ode to a blue hindu god
years later when heroin had truly becalmed me in my own house
when my day was trying to scrape money together
i found krishna in my library before i sold all the books
on a hot overcast day i tried to save a beautiful weed
growing in the gutter
a lovely pink lotus like flower had appeared
in filthy grey rozelle a pink lotus bloomed outside my house
in the gutter
it was sign from krishna to me surely
but the idiot from the council cut it down
in that single act lay the madness of the western world
perhaps i have told you of that before
yeah dirty old rozelle full of rust n fleas
full of terrace houses full of hippies smoking dope
full of pubs and working class geezers quaffing ale
blokes walking greyhounds
fly backwards n forwards round australia
check in
do sound check
find veg meal
have shower n shave
do my hair
do gig
meet the locals
go home
get to sleep
get up
pack your suitcase
aw it wont fucken close today
jump in the cab
you dont stay anywhere long
your own breathing wakes you up in pitch darkness
where are you?

16 Responses to “flux 55”

  1. avatar
    EDD | 9 December 2009 at 7:21 am #

    Abusive anon your a tragedy…. SIT DOWN!!!

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    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 9 December 2009 at 7:29 am #

    George Harrison Rules!!! fyi – Bruce Allen of the Suburbs passed away yesterday…
    Jonny Hollywood

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    cazziem | 9 December 2009 at 8:01 am #

    I always enjoy you recounting your reveries; creative thinking and writing at its best?!

    I reckon you're right about the lotus, but sadly it needed to be destroyed by some mindless twerp in order for you to realise it. Learning to drive, way back when, I was once told off by my instructor for doing an emergency stop as a tiny squirrel shot out of nowhere into my path. He reckoned I only needed to do that if the animal were a dog. No way, we're all God's creatures, so I'd sooner not drive than not stop! Life’s full of lessons and clues, but sadly we're sometimes too wrapped up in ourselves to notice them. Very glad that this wasn't the case with you regarding the beautiful Lotus.

    Good luck at Lizottes!

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    princey | 9 December 2009 at 9:59 am #

    Ahhhhh so nice when you include songs that were playing in the background of your childhood memories sk, sets the scene perfectly. George H has so many beautiful songs, but my heart just melts every time I hear "Something"…..it's oh so gorgeous george:))))

    Hope the gig is/was a blast!
    loveAmanda

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    linjo | 9 December 2009 at 10:08 am #

    I love these reminiscing blogs, thanks Steve.
    Seems a bit of boasting is acceptable to most when it is tempered by open displays of humility. Experience teaches many of us to steer clear of those who have the need to alleviate their own feelings of wretchedness by bringing down another person who is giving 100% doing what they do best to survive in life. Linda x

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    melissa | 9 December 2009 at 10:39 am #

    wow .. one of my most favourite quotes is "Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted."

    🙂

    Good luck with tonight's gig!!!

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    Tim_G | 9 December 2009 at 10:53 am #

    Rozelle daze – when I lived in Rozelle, I would sometimes see you wandering the streets, and strangely enough, I'd occasionally say 'Hi' or 'G'day' thinking I knew you – invariably, you'd offer a smile in return; a few minutes later I'd think – 'oh bugger, I just said hi to Steve Kilbey as if I knew him – why did I do that, he doesn't know me!'

    Next time I do see you, I will introduce myself.

    Looking forward to your next reverie.

  8. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 9 December 2009 at 11:44 am #

    All Things Must Pass is a wonderful album, and Hear Me Lord is one of my all-time favourite songs; it touches my heart and soothes my soul.

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    davem | 9 December 2009 at 1:05 pm #

    You've got to have some salt on those chippies too.
    Being so far from oz it's easy to imagine places like rozelle as being being really exotic and bohemian. Much as we don't have a white christmas in blighty…just damp, slightly cold ones.

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    matthew | 9 December 2009 at 2:42 pm #

    Hey Steve, just had to report – Lyneham High Year 10 Formal 2009 was apparently a quiet success last night! My darling girl in her first (very!) high heels, requiring much prior practice around the house… Anyway a nice time had by all. I'm very proud of her.

  11. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 9 December 2009 at 2:45 pm #

    All things must pass was indeed George's masterpiece. He was the least commercial Beatle and that's one reason why he is so beloved.

  12. avatar
    EDD | 9 December 2009 at 6:53 pm #

    Abusive anon-We cannot use your abuse…you may have it back….

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    The Beop | 9 December 2009 at 9:14 pm #

    Three chords
    Three words to save the world

    "We are OK"

  14. avatar
    princey | 10 December 2009 at 12:47 am #

    Hi sk, hope it went well last night and hope to hear from you sometime today and hope to hear from a few fiends with their reviews of the gig:)
    Love Amanda

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    Forbes | 10 December 2009 at 1:04 am #

    I truly hope to visit the OZ land someday. I hope you guys can make another tour of the east coast of the USA again.

    Always enjoy your blog.

    My mom liked my sweet lord not to sure about dad…he was into glen miller and swing….good stuff in its way.

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    syncopated eyeball | 10 December 2009 at 7:07 am #

    I have a soft spot for Rozelle market – I used to sell books there and made two good, enduring friends there.


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