posted on March 28, 2008 at 8:51 am

finely wrought
tailor of real spirit garment
special flames licking
our energy is unbounded
the music comes from here
not there or there
music is its own end
its end comes and goes leaving soft silence
music is a cake in sound
it is sonic sculpture
music wanders in dazed
music drinks down the pub
music frozen in arctic air
as titanic plummets through the sea
music hey i know you
explicit details not forthcoming
music versus argy bargy
musics dulcet fingers stroke my wrist
music brassy tramp
music virgin king
music swimming in blood and tears
quavers and semi-tones
strum n pluck
music going out with my sister
feel the beat from the tambourine
music arrives n departs
dishes out a sym-phony
music infests hotels
music having a little rest
you can count music
you can read music
you can listen to music
you can feel music
you can play music
you can ruin music
you can sell n buy music
record n reproduce it
music looks great naked or all dressed up
a sudden interrupture
an overturist pumping the cello
food of savage beasts
the birds sing
the bells ring
the spheres call out to each other in some freak-quency
god gives man yoga
then music
then it rained for a while
rome falls apart but they keep on dancing
attila the honey hun a rock n roll wrecker
on tour in europe
hannibal crosses the alps;
can you imagine the music that cat was listening to?
history lessen
an vanguarded moment
written by music
steve kilbey former public serpent
washed out pscho-delphic and clairvoyeur
singer singer a song then
oh great hes mixlequetl
songs soundalike nude current
kilbey hes old but hes olde
kilbey says something
sayer and singer
singer poor eyes
no hear anymore
something is discordant
f#minor and oh no
the centipede fingers of song
panther like hell
what does it all meanwhile
lithe awkward confused lucid in the sky
is it a saint or sinner
is it a geniass or a bum note
is it spontaneity or spondulicks
is it love that makes us rock
is it any wonder i reject you first
is it my name is it my name
is it nice in your snowstorm freezing your brain
is kilbey any good be
the answer is a simple yes and no
he is imtermittently god n bad
they clapped n laughed n drunk n barfed
people shook hands with elegaic n operatic gravity
notes dripped from their cred-it cards
kilbey sang about another song
embedded within a single locus
unclustered by its sheer individuality
yet embracing an ironic gregariousness
not a chant not a shopping liszt
not a rubberplant cheque
no led zip
no peep durple
no angus n the silly codger in the ‘at
no denniss leigh or howie trafford
no feld or jones
no bulsara nor jeff beak
no beatles stones or elvis in 77
no joe in 08 neither
sydney calling
but its such nice weather here
we take a short break
a word from our sponsors
new music downloads
internet games porno gambling extortion
illegal drugs
hey kids
wanna earn money at home
JUST BY PLAYING THE BASS GUITAR!!!???
thats right!
you
YES YOU!
you may already be earning a fortune
just by being a talentless dork
plucking a bass in a stupid group
you maybe olde n still dieing your hareblonde
you may wonder why the girls all pass you by
you may wonder if a fourth planet existed
between mars and earth
you may wonder if that stuff your friend gave you
has unleashed some angel upon you
you may wonder why youre so angry
you may wonder why you still sit around wondering
no matter laughing
no point beyond this alcohol
my aunt went to bondi
and all i got was lousy blogge
shuttup
music is tricky
music is bisexual
music can see in the dark
or here in the light
kilbey must be jokingman
kilbey you flipped yer wiggy
kilbey should be a shame of himself
a wolfe in a lambs clothing
kilbey should move diagonally on black squares
hey baby bishop equals handjob remember
hey the church of manloves such a holy place toby
no pride of lions
this mangey panther got english teeth
he likes the laughing gas and the chamber of caresses
he digs the little flowers and he such a poppy starr
he do the inversions and the perversions and the conversions
man this killer is something else
he maps the inner realms but smudged the ink
he sings the body electric and the childe-mind
he wispyhair whisperer now hoarse
he back off boogaloo he back off slowly
no mere singer?
no singer at all?
what is it, kilbey, good for?
absolutely nothing
but nothing is better than complete happiness
not now
not like this
just like that
crescendo
return to main theme
short alphonzo
mezzi pasto allegretto vinna gretto
muted palm tree austinato
spellman and gaze
the nightfriends
the timps come in
rolling n booming
symbols crash
drummrole
curtains curtis
bomp diddy bom
titty bum titty bum bum bum
wallop woof warp wham
its over folks
see you necks time

36 Responses to “hamper”

  1. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 28 March 2008 at 11:27 am #

    Been listening to some wonderful, lesser known Church songs the last couple o’ days, Steve. Damn, they’re good:

    Disappointment
    Day Of The Dead
    Lost My Touch
    Fly Home
    Further Adventures Of The Time Being
    Magician Among The Spirits
    Romany Caravan
    Espionage
    Reward
    Nervous Breakthrough
    Illusion Mysteries

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 March 2008 at 12:04 pm #

    sk,
    that was incredibly defiant.
    defying the pain in your shoulders. what a blogge. what a mind.
    do you mind?

    r.

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 March 2008 at 12:59 pm #

    Le Kilb,

    Sorry I could not make it last night to Newt. It was a school night etc etc.

    Anyone got a review?

    B.Bon

  4. avatar
    fantasticandy | 28 March 2008 at 1:00 pm #

    youv’e scored some good stuff i’d say!
    have a great weekend,
    all the best,
    andy L.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 March 2008 at 1:22 pm #

    Hey mangey panther

    Thank You, for bringing me ‘home’. Your performance last night was beaut. I laughed ’til my sides ached. Havn’t done so, for so long. Wanted to buy your dvd, but was strapped for cash. I do have your acoustic & intimate video, which I love very much, and when I’m able to I will be purchasing said dvd.

    p.s. thanks for “Hotel Womb” smy favourite:)

    saggy baggy marjellan

  6. avatar
    captain mission | 28 March 2008 at 1:48 pm #

    steve you are just so unique man. what a great night, so very funny, warm and honest, it’s quite remarkable given you guys had about an hour to rehearse because you all sounded so great, it was loose and flowed well, spontaneous and anarchic, no polished rock and roll show here, just authenticity and a talent so very rare in this day and age. the highlight for me was ‘keeper’ a truely
    amazing song, great lyrics but i would have been quite happy just to hear the stories and enjoy the stand up routine. my fave being the julian cope one, that was hilarious. (heโ€™s become really involved in druid culture, lay lines and just published a book on obscure Japanese bands)
    anyways good blog today, i love that style of writing- i picked up lots of bowie references in the mix-

  7. avatar
    restaurant mark | 28 March 2008 at 2:07 pm #

    you might’ve smoked one more than ya needed to today…or did ya not smoke enough??? hmmm…

    the minds a busy place though, either way…

    good stuff

    take care
    mark

  8. avatar
    verdelay | 28 March 2008 at 2:21 pm #

    i guess that’s why they call it jazz

    halloween jack
    he’s a real cool scat

  9. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 28 March 2008 at 2:25 pm #

    I got home last night and was traumatized by a stressful work day and absolutely nothing could make me feel alive (not even Jeff Beak/Beck.) I was a chunky Al Gorish animated braindead corpse. In succession I listened to Uninvited Like The Clouds, Hologram of Baal, Forget Yourself and After Everything Now This. I was transformed into an elated talentless prick. But hey-That’s me.

    On another note somebody purchased “Beside Yourself” on AMAZON for 175 dollars. The Creator was in optimal form upon Steven John KIlbey’s conception. Plaudits and cruelty-free tofu for that.

  10. avatar
    ScaughtFive | 28 March 2008 at 3:13 pm #

    Kilbey walking,
    Kilbey tired,
    Kilbey take a little snooze,
    he dream about paint
    and
    he dream about glue
    whatta jolly bloggy thing to do!

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 March 2008 at 4:55 pm #

    killerbee smoking the good stuff. One can’t describe music but you got damn close today you wise old geezer. Come to America again. Your soul needs a good pollutin

  12. avatar
    CSTCoach | 28 March 2008 at 6:41 pm #

    ahh, it sounds like things are flowing… The new album’s gonna be great!

    “sonic sculpture”. that’s an eloquent description of your work. love it!

  13. avatar
    Anne Marie: | 28 March 2008 at 9:34 pm #

    “god gives man yoga
    then music”

    Then, on the 3rd day, he gives music naked (or all dressed up)

    And on the 4th…Yeblik’s music

    On the 5th, Yeblik’s music naked

    And, finally, on the 6th day he gives us Yeblik naked, bringing the world to a state of perfection at which time he closes his eyes, falls asleep, and dreams.

    ๐Ÿ™‚

  14. avatar
    Quietfan | 28 March 2008 at 10:19 pm #

    “he maps the inner realms but smudged the ink”
    and so the mystery remains…
    thank you for the music
    ๐Ÿ™‚

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 March 2008 at 11:52 pm #

    oopsy!…channelling again ? ๐Ÿ™‚ ;D x

  16. avatar
    JJ | 29 March 2008 at 12:03 am #

    Will look for you, through the mirror…..wish I coulda been at the gig, enjoy reading the posts above from them that was there. You pull it through from the very ether, Druide, and give it form.

    Ah, a Romany Caravan mention above – one of those outstanding gems from The Magician. Must put it on tonight.

  17. avatar
    Klink | 29 March 2008 at 12:26 am #

    Mr Pain Killer Renaissance Man,

    Thanks for a wonderfully entertaining and often enlightening show at the Vanguard.

    BTW Jack White = John Gillis ( may come in handy )

    K

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 12:48 am #

    may your shimmering hands,n your white feet ,be feeling peculiarly warm as of now SK .

  19. avatar
    Ross B | 29 March 2008 at 12:48 am #

    Dear Steve, loved your vanny gig very much, first time Iโ€™ve seen you solo โ€“ you are so damn funny!! Thatโ€™s another bow in your feather of many fine talents.

    Love & Respect, R.

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 3:50 am #

    I love you

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 4:03 am #

    necks
    next
    red
    letter
    A
    scarlet
    had
    to rite it
    just had to

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 4:14 am #

    Highlights:-Keeper, Randwick Bells, UTMW, Dylan & Cohen brothers and wives, the great band. Hybrid of Sando and Excelsior worked delightfully well. Hope they let you play there again after the late finish.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 4:21 am #

    you ask, “How will you survive out of the nest?”
    I say, ” I’m afraid. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.”

    daily diurnals of a beat hick poet.

    Mel

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 4:25 am #

    A. M. put some meat on your bones. Ribs arent sexy….no matter what youre told.

  25. avatar
    heather | 29 March 2008 at 5:17 am #

    you did Randwick Bells…?

    xxKittykat

    aaah music

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 7:25 am #

    just wanted to let you know steve how much I enjoyed your vangard gig…it wasn’t the music that moved me it was experiencing you as sk the man more than the performer…for me, the night felt like an extension of your honesty in your blogging and I felt delighted about that, thank you. I took an friend with me, who isn’t so familiar with your story or your work and she too experienced a heart warming connection in humaness.
    namaste
    tracey

  27. avatar
    princey | 29 March 2008 at 7:32 am #

    Wispyhair whisperer, where r u?

  28. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 29 March 2008 at 9:00 am #

    music…ah, what would i do without music, especially YOUR music, old chap…my god, music takes me places that i otherwise wouldn’t be able to go…god i love music…
    love always…

  29. avatar
    matt davison | 29 March 2008 at 9:12 am #

    Tity Tity Bumm Bum is my favorite film…It has the veronica’s in their first feature nude roles..

    never really liked their bums or titties really..they are way to skinny.

    {Vince Valccosse Sinmpatico}

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 11:08 am #

    blogge?bloogie?boogie?boogle?bugle?bulgey?…metamorphic beauty killerB.:-)..is there anybody……out there in blogge land?;-)

  31. avatar
    steve kilbey | 29 March 2008 at 11:55 am #

    im reloading

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 March 2008 at 11:59 am #

    im drunk

  33. avatar
    davem | 29 March 2008 at 1:13 pm #

    And talking of Wolfe, with an e not a y. Killed me.

  34. avatar
    Anne Marie: | 29 March 2008 at 2:11 pm #

    Sorry, anonymous, all the ‘meat’ on my chest went to my daughter. But nursing was the greatest experience of my life. I wouldn’t trade it for nuffink, not even fake fleshy titties. Pregnancy, nursing, it all changes the shape of one’s body. When you’re old enough you’ll find out, or just start looking at more middle-aged women who aren’t overweight for their body type. Look at the bones of older women that work a lot with their upper body, ones that do a lot of gardening or yoga, you’ll see it–sinewy chests, and many of them flat if they’re old enough and have nursed babies. Maybe someday I’ll take a shot of my rear, then you’ll see where I hide ‘the meat’

    For a more accurate picture of my bones you should check out my photo album on m’ blog. There aren’t many photos there where my arms are up and pulled back and the camera’s shooting down from above me, showing them bones off prominently, but there’s a fairly nice retrospective of their evolution and devolution spanning pregnancy, birth, and the nursing years. Perspective is always good. In fact, I did a series of photos examining my withering chest a year or so ago, a few months after weaning my daughter, and set them to text from the Velveteen Rabbit on what it means to be ‘real’ and ‘loved’. Maybe I’ll put those back up just for you.

    bones… bones… been thinking of paintings about bones, anonymous. As far as mine go, I could care less how they look, so long as they carry and fetch and continue to serve me well; but, that said, you should know it was definitely hard to get used to having nothing on top and, because your comment address an area that once defined my femininity and sometimes I still feel ‘lacking’, it still sorta stings.

    More than any of this, however, I’m responding to your comment because when it comes to weight and the shape of bodies, we shouldn’t assume one or the other is healthy or unhealthy. My advice to those around me has been to eat healthy, at regular intervals (the body likes rhythm), exercise and let your body take its natural shape.

    That’s the best policy.

    I probably shouldn’t have engaged that comment/energy, but you never know who might need to hear something and ponder.

    blessings everyone and sorry for taking away from the focus on Kilbey’s fine stream of consciousness.

  35. avatar
    steve kilbey | 29 March 2008 at 9:45 pm #

    hey a-m
    i dig yer bones
    sk

  36. avatar
    Anne Marie: | 1 April 2008 at 9:23 pm #

    gratis tibi ago, sk.

    Dem bones is wot they is. not much I can do ’bout that.

    (Never thought I’d mix Latin with some bastardized attempt at a southern dialect. It’s not a very flattering combo, is it? I officially apologize to the ancient Romans, and to the beautiful southerners who keep this former yank warm.)


Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.