posted on January 13, 2006 at 8:29 am

in the window
convenience shop
a warm sultry evening
everyone dressed up to the nines
handbags, boas, hi heels, hairdo
yer eyehadow and glitter
is outtasite
no courtesan could begin to decipher
yer beam of light
very obnoxious toxious
rap playin loudly
wreakin’ havoc with my tinnitus
plus not having had my dinner
been atta meeting
with others from the crunch
but not pk
hes in the tropics of course
trying to plan some stuff
uh oh
not my forte
im in charge of esoteric affairs
thats my dept.
in the hulking church skyscraper
in downtown bondi junction
where we convene
a whole floor of esoteric concepts
people scuttling about
doing esoteric jobs
let me tell ya
its chaos
most days i cant go in
to that soulscraping crunch corporation
the board
the share holders
the tea light holders
the holder naminute
a gaggle of secretaries
followin’ me about
oh mr kilbey, dont forget your pedicure at 3
sorry mr kilbey, but some dude from the vatican ,sir
he wouldnt take no
the punishing schedules
the important meetings
the glasses of red vino and cigars
the free first class flights
and accomodation in the casino
the bizness side of rock
can do yer head in
every boddy wants the poore olde crunch
at the moment
i spend my daze
sitting in a room
fielding offers
hedging my bets
taking it all on
sorting the spielburgs
from the sondheims
can the crunch open our bridge?
can the crunch come back to bannockburn please?
can the crunch play at my aunties wedding?
can the crunch be in this blockbustah mooovie?
can the crunch come on here
and talk about this
and then go there
and talk about that
theyre beginning to twig
sk is one bona fide eccentric
olde fashioned renaissance style
common or garden GENIUS
the crunch are the true fuckin spirit
of rocknroll baybee
little woman
you know that its troo!
we will gladly pass this torch on
many are called
few are chosen
rocknrolls no joke
dont you wanna get free?
gonna get ya where ya wanna go
i should know
ive been there
and its a goode plaice

me and 2 others from
gilt tripe
climbed up to a high plateau
last nite
look out over ocean
or back towards city
bridge and oppa house
warm humid night
the coastline
one headland after another
reaching into pacifico
black and blue water
ships out at sea w/ pink lights
twinkle twinkle
people in their rooms
smoking dope
drinking beer
watching telly
talk about the inevitable past
olde school teachers
we had this fuckin cat
called doctor h.
from hungary or somewhere
in some other place and time
this guy musta been more than a school teacher
some kinda honcho or bigwig
and he dont like being at bully high
in the early seventees
teaching latin to long haired scum
like steven kilbey and his ilk
sometimes he raves on for whole lesson
about WW2
or modern youth
or politics
he hates to be thwarted
has a wicked accent
he asks my parents for permission to psycho analyze
he calls me lazy lousy boof
tells me hes gonna make me repeat
soon i work up a good impression of him
still makes my brother
(who had him too)
laugh 33 years later
i bet they dont have teachers
like him any more
he fuckin thought he had yer
humble hero sussed
he didnt think
i’d have a little audience
who all around the world
sat at their computahs
and read about him
and his adventures
at bully high

im gonna leave ya there
in school
with the doctor
its 1972
and yer learning yer catullus
yer having a vegemite bun
and a chocolate milk
for lunch
or ya could go drivin’ round
in yer muvvers triumph herald
but for now
the docs on yer case
nah! kilbey you nasssty fellow
conjugate five verbs
that form irregular pluperfect
um err well
never mind kilbey
you nasssty repeater
youll get a chance to do it all again….
next year

hey doc!
guess what?
i never repeated
but i only just passed….
its a fuckin’ dead language
see ya later fiendss
vera semper colere

28 Responses to “fried day on my mynde”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 11:13 am #

    …always seek the truth.

    -alterterra πŸ˜‰

  2. avatar
    mike | 13 January 2006 at 12:24 pm #

    doctor h. is now famous throughout the world through this internet medium!!

    Keep practicing your latin!!

  3. avatar
    gavgams | 13 January 2006 at 1:44 pm #

    From previous blog I like the “Church service” observation by Sue C. It’s both a service by SK for us and for him on behalf of the Crunch (sort of) and then the grouping gathering thing.

    Pastor Steve in paisley!:
    But yay, “we are gathered here today” for SK to impart the wisdom of his full life and the Churchey Spirit unto us genuflecting discilpes that we may share the music, the beauty and the life.

    So my eg: … listening to “After Everything” song today. The meaning really struck home. Oh so sad, but so much love, so much humanity, cuts to the core. In death we are all undressed. Methinks Mr SK you really have outdone yourself with this one. And the band got the whole music mode just peaches. Wonderful guitar work. Very, very beautiful How to describe it: measured? shocked? wonder?, bewilderment?, detachment?, resignation? disgust? loss? despair? courage? but so much love and warmth. And then the little irony (but all too human)of being caught standing backstage trying to put on your shoes (that sort of outdone the outdoneing).

    Very big Koala stamp!! and top marks.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 2:27 pm #

    …oh Steve, Dost thou read any of these postings? Protect me from thy fans, for they kiss thine ass in the most embarrassing way…

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 2:46 pm #

    why so late with this one??

    lucky me came home late….

    Ric & vivian on tele and this is all we have now…ric & vivian….true & sad…

    THank u Steve…

    Please fuck with them at the common…WEALTH games…they know not what they do/say/be….

    play some obscure beisde please???

  6. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 13 January 2006 at 4:16 pm #

    Me pregunto si alguno de los “straights” te recuerdan al doctor h. y por eso lo mencionas.
    Siempre busca la verdad!

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 4:50 pm #

    In the ‘Bohemian Vs Straight’ debate engorged within the comments for yesterday’s blog, someone declared Grant Lee Phillips (of Grant Lee Buffalo fame) as being Bohemian of consequence. Funny that he should be covering a song by The Church on his new album.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 5:03 pm #

    Per dolorem ad veritatem, perhaps?
    That’s what i fear while reading most of these comments.


    (in vino veritas sounds a lot better to me most of the time)

  9. avatar
    Ceemoon | 13 January 2006 at 5:06 pm #

    Read more about it:

    My guess is something off of Starfish?

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 5:21 pm #

    res non verba.

  11. avatar
    Johnny.j | 13 January 2006 at 5:40 pm #

    Latin is a dead and mostly forgotten language, but it is beautifully descriptive and oddly prescient: Inter arma enim silent leges

  12. avatar
    ceemoon | 13 January 2006 at 6:00 pm #

    Brian Eno – Thursday Afternoon

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 6:10 pm #

    regarding your corporate dealings
    shall we call you
    captain crunch? πŸ˜‰


  14. avatar
    baby | 13 January 2006 at 6:33 pm #

    i must comment that the only latin i ever was taught was church latin.

  15. avatar
    RONIN | 13 January 2006 at 7:49 pm #

    captain crunch…. I like it. Head of the SS Bohemia. Bound for rocknroll glory!

    Your loyal crew of surly knaves, and navy surfers awaits, sir!

  16. avatar
    eek | 13 January 2006 at 8:55 pm #

    Your latin tale reminds me of my own high school latin trama. The latin teacher was the big German priest, Fr. Stanley Luhrmann, and we didn’t get any rants from him…he was just boring as all hell. And I wasn’t very interested either, much preferring to spend the time staring off into space (which I could do quite happily for hours on end). The poor man was quite befuddled and had absolutely no clue what to do to try to motivate me. I must say he acually did try.

    I did fail latin I and had to repeat it. Did pass it that time (not sure how), and being the gutton for punishment I am, I took latin II, much to Stan’s horror. I continued to stare off into space (I did it all my classes — most of the other classes however, I could pass anyway whether I paid attention or not) during latin II.

    At the end of the school year, Fr. Luhrmann took me aside and said “You do not know latin.” I said “uh. Yeah.” (understatement of the year, Stan!) So he said “I will give you a C in this class if you promise never to take latin ever again.” I said “ok!” And with that deal, Fr. Luhrmann saved countless latin teachers/profs the horror of having me in their classes.

    For the next couple of decades (he’s now dead) every time he met me he would get this dazed look on his face and shake his head. πŸ™‚

  17. avatar
    eek | 13 January 2006 at 9:00 pm #

    uh, and it should be trauma, not trama.

    I never could spell either.

    It’s a wonder I passed anything. πŸ™‚

  18. avatar
    eek | 13 January 2006 at 9:46 pm #

    Can’t spell glutton correctly either apparently. πŸ™

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 January 2006 at 11:55 pm #

    eek, don’t worre we no watt ya meanne

  20. avatar
    captainmission | 14 January 2006 at 1:10 am #

    Funny how those dead languages come back to huant us. It’s about time we gave up language and started communicating telepathically anyways. Bill Burroughs was well informed when he suggested language is a virus. The rest of this post will be communicated via the ether net………mmm, okay so language has some uses.
    Head of Esoteric affairs, that sounds like a fantastic position, the kind of job i have always wanted.

  21. avatar
    fraulein | 14 January 2006 at 1:19 am #

    A crumpled message said something, yet the language was unknown.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 1:28 am #

    before you send your comments reread them,ask yourself if its worthy of Sk to bother reading.
    Then delete it


  23. avatar
    paula | 14 January 2006 at 2:07 am #

    mum i love spanish water

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 2:21 am #

    define worthy of sk.
    is he more or less than you or me?

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 4:25 am #

    Anonymous said…
    before you send your comments reread them,ask yourself if its worthy of Sk to bother reading.
    Then delete it


    funny anonymous, shouldn’t SK do the same thing? a bit of self editing wouldn’t go astray methinks…

  26. avatar
    eek | 14 January 2006 at 4:58 am #

    How come the really catty comments are most often left by anonymous folks? hmmm….

  27. avatar
    catty | 14 January 2006 at 5:59 am #

    hey i’m not anonymous…

  28. avatar
    buzby | 14 January 2006 at 8:57 am #

    i really don’t want to inhibit your writing cause i think it’s really good… honest and raw.. really. but, i do sense a lot of anger and bitterness in it. is it just me? nah.. no way. there are themes that carry on like a bad nightmare… interesting. if i was a therapist, i would have pseudo answers for ya. but, i’m not. but, i still like what yer puttin down… i’m pickin it up man.

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