posted on November 17, 2010 at 4:08 pm

hono lulu leilani tahiti seeker

hawaii is a b n w photo in my seaside hotel

i turn from a hundred sunsets red in the dying glow

the palm trees and the canoes

i was christian fletcher i was wandering your virgin soil

i was paulie go-gan i was painting your marvels in my image

i was some hippy surfer with a golden body and water on the brain

i was some fuckin’ buccaneer lucking into this isle

oh hawaii oh fiji oh suva oh bikini

the islands eruption red hot ash deep in green sea

but im down on a black sand beach waxing my fin

im shooting down the pipeline into a lemon juice future

i’m washed up in the ionian tropics cut by a hundred shells

i’m cast up on some distant strand rescued by an alien creature

we do not talk the same language

we do not see the same things

all my worries pull me to the floor

i wake up at a heathen ceremony

the aztecs cut the beating heart from a man

god damn you white man you always intrude

wait a minute where am i …..?

i wake up gasping in my hotel room

listen to them ukeleles in the darkness

listen to them maidens singing to the old dead gods

listen to the surf pound 7 mile beach

listen to your friend whose asleep

light up yer hawaiian spliff

snort yer crystalline love

shoot yer warm desire

the boards creak in the hold

i whip up some lash

the harpoons hideous barb

the shout the shot the ball crashes through rigging

the blue sea opens up to swallow

i see the sand at the bottom each tiny grain is different n counted

my hotel with its quik-chek out

neptune parade number 456

air condition

kava kava gets me all numb n stoned

i spear a fucking fish i cut my ankle open

the piano plays in a bar as the fan spins

jungle juice and indonesian cigarettes

i dance with some blurry woman

her breath is warm as she whispers in my ear

your ship has gone down again

i lurch about on a hopeless deck

someone chucks a bucket of water over me from the wings

oh yeah i’m an actor too, didnt you know

and i’m marooned 5 years to the daylight

and im understrung on the heliotropics bloomin’ in my head

and im funfreaking sun-hit like a coco cane baby in mirror

and im saint to fire fly all nightridden

and who is the neutronic lagoon boy

and among the cults of islet chicks tricked into lovelife

so i wander the way key ki

and my hotel casts a fortune

my card bounces in a cave casino and i bet all my clams

ok thats enough i suppose for now

its not often i get a chance to speak

22 Responses to “hawaii”

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    Cedgie | 17 November 2010 at 4:28 pm #

    1.2.3.4.5.6.7….All good children go to heliotrope heaven

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    Jasperina | 17 November 2010 at 5:01 pm #

    The TTB does Hawaii! I can picture you in that mansuit with a groovy tiki around your neck. That was such a fun read. I first went to Hawaii when I was about 12…and there is such a place as Black sand beach! Your ditty brought back some of my abandoned girlhood today. Where ever we go we leave some part of ourselves behind. Tiare, what a great girl you got there beside you

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    Kristine | 17 November 2010 at 5:21 pm #

    Gorgeous! Yours is a much more lovely and Homer-esque Hawaii than the one I visited.

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    lily was here | 17 November 2010 at 6:01 pm #

    “its not often i get a chance to speak”
    But when you do …
    Luvly pic of u and T xo

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    andy | 17 November 2010 at 7:23 pm #

    t lookin’ very exotic there!
    she sure is easier on the eye than your old manager…..

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    hellbound heart | 17 November 2010 at 7:55 pm #

    i’ve had kava…..my lips were so numb i couldn’t feel a thing……

    love always……

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    Karen | 17 November 2010 at 9:31 pm #

    hard to get on as in get on here ..my puters doing a not repond thing of late ..how was I to know vista was shit
    liked the I spear a fucking fish I cut my ankle open line

    ok the computer wins took me 15 minutes to write this I suppose chucking a bucket of water over it wont help

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    evilren | 17 November 2010 at 11:37 pm #

    christian fletcher took all of Hawaii’s drugs. Nice picture you paint there Steve.

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    Freddie | 18 November 2010 at 12:56 am #

    Not your average tourist! I think I had about a hundred or so visions reading that. Enjoyed it!

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2010 at 1:33 am #

    I have no clue why, but after reading… thoughts floated: St. Sebastian on the white sands of seven mile beach, healing the Aztec’s sacraficed victim…

    they were okay with this… it was more impressive than anything.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 18 November 2010 at 1:50 am #

    Look-
    You can write …blah,blah,blah…and I would still be intranced if you have Tiare in the picture. She is easily one of the most stunningly beautiful women on this entire planet, outside of my wife Laura of course (love you Laura if your reading this…) I had the chance to meet T in Chicago last year, and let me tell ALL OF YOU PEOPLE-no pictures do her justice, she is aglow. Marty is a very lucky man and good things will always fall upon him with her at his side. Since her direct involvement with ‘the church’, the band has become eased from the history of bad management. Her direction is forward and onward…follow this woman’s lead and ‘the church’ will be bestowed the treasures it so rightfully deserves…look at all the positives that have come to fruition with T at the helm. I believe the boys need to let her steer the ship- only perfection would be in the cards, oh-by the way-she has a gift of art, her Deadmans Hand contributions and artwork are incredible. Way to go T. And SK, keep this woman close to you because there is a surging energy surrounding her. She is the real deal.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

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      princey | 18 November 2010 at 9:23 am #

      haha, well this is a first! a gushing comment NOT directed at sk 🙂 I agree with u Darrin, I met Tiare a couple of times and she’s a really nice person, gorgeous and hard working to keep our fave band going. I even saw her do some serious “body guard” work in Castlemaine, where she quietly ushered away an annoying heckler chick by grabbing her around the neck and whispering something to her whilst dragging her out the door….way to go T!!!!! I also like when she sticky tapes the set lists on stage before the gig in her high heeled shoes and skin tight leopard dress, coooool

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        isolde | 18 November 2010 at 2:38 pm #

        yep I agree

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        Ryan | 18 November 2010 at 2:52 pm #

        i’d like to echo princey on that one. i’ve raised a glass with tiare on a few occasions. she’s cool, she’s done so much for the band, she’s an incredibly nice person, she’s got a great voice, and yeah, that’s it. well done darrin k for pointing out an unsung hero of the church. (-ps- kilbey’s okay too.)

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 November 2010 at 12:43 am #

        Princey-
        When you so visually described the placement of a set list by the beloved T, I just melted…it may be only 35 degrees here in Chicago-but its much warmer in the area surrounding my house…i am still tryn to fan myself off !!!! Oh My !!!!

        AsAlways,
        Darrin K.

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    Cecilia | 18 November 2010 at 4:08 am #

    Had some kava kava (hand clap!) then headed up to Haleakala

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    princey | 18 November 2010 at 9:28 am #

    I can imagine you living the Paul Gauguin lifestyle there sk 🙂 I imagine myself living out my “old age” on a beautiful Greek island, what a lovely way to go 🙂

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    veleska1970 | 18 November 2010 at 9:58 am #

    very liquid-y. 🙂

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    Tanya | 18 November 2010 at 11:30 am #

    Excellent blog….and so is the kava kava.

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    Jen | 18 November 2010 at 12:47 pm #

    throw yourself around a bit
    dont you?

    walking the line conserves energy

    sounds like your due a trip
    (to hawaii)!
    ejn x

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    . | 18 November 2010 at 1:12 pm #

    spam wrapped in seaweed, upon this i do feast, as a poor man, G.I., i go from week to week, isle hopping like a grasshopper with a magnificent leap,
    the scorched land is barren, black lava, covered street…i walk, talk slowly and carefully as i creep, afraid the earth will swallow me whole, so deep…into the realm that never sleeps, alive with fire, water, elemental, unique…through the earth’s core, accelerating, wash up on another beach, black and crystalline, crushed porcelain, white as bleach…for the time being i’ll take a rest, a little sleep, while the generators recharge an extra week…physical incarnation, my soul in sweet stasis, let it keep…
    where’s the musician, yeah, mr. steve…walking on moonbeams shining through the trees…am i here, over there, somewhere, outside, or underneath…

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    Merikay Kilbey Klein Olson | 5 January 2015 at 7:02 am #

    I am a descent of Frederick, George and Edward Kilbey through my mom. the Kilbey in me has always had wanderlust. 75+ countries so way around the world. Tomorrow my fourth trip to Hawaii where I understand my Kilbey relatives from that sailor long ago prosper.

    Would love to pay my respects at their burial site…..where?


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