posted on April 3, 2006 at 11:41 pm

strange days indeed
isolated in our heads
like ants deep in the earth
we assume everything
we know nothing
we stumble on fragments
we shout
now we know everything
we measure
we assign dimensions
we gauge value
we assess meanings
we search n search for a truth
already discovered
we dig in the dirt
next to a towering diamond
we kill the creatures who are us
in disguise
we cause and we become the cause
wickedness flaunting itself, as usual
same as its ever been
we cry out
how can god permit this?
we are swallowed by the years
traceless we go under
down n round
round n down
we determine meaninglessness as the prime
completely fucking blind
to the ballet of the clouds
the symphonies of the birds
the paintings of the forests
the drama of the seasons
you want meaninglessness
you get meaninglessness
and you get wickedness
science as uncontrollable anxiety
as bill nelson said in futurist manifesto
medicine races along side
half right, half wrong
just like all the religion
like a thousand little angels
on the point of a pin
theres no point in describing
the place that theyre in
like a filigree diamond
filched from a ring…

it isnt what youd thought itd be
we cant imagine what it really is
after all
after all that

you need to be constantly conscious
look at it all carefully
watch yourself
what are ya doing?
why are ya doing it?
challenge the assumptions
demand the fuckin’ miraculous
but go easy on em
at the same time
hiss at the villains
if you like
remember god
imitate christ
do yer best
its so simple
it takes so long
we need it so bad
insist on the stuff
thats had love put into it
thats what ya pay the big bucks for, fiendss
the love
and you thought it was for free?
everything contradicts everything
its a gordian knot
cut thru the ritual
call a fucking spade a spade
if we all did that we wouldnt have to bear
the great weight of loveless mediocrity
suffocating us

im playing with el laney tonito
strandgatan baybee
thats enuff for today
i love you

44 Responses to “her kiss is the whip of the moon”

  1. avatar
    Brad | 4 April 2006 at 12:29 am #


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    Anonymous | 4 April 2006 at 12:30 am #

    man you are an early morning riser. it takes me 3/4 of a day to get my head into shape, nevermind blurt out any coherent thoughts. i might take up early morning swimming and that yo-ga stuff. seems to clear the mind. good luck with everything bud.

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    Anonymous | 4 April 2006 at 12:34 am #

    Good to see you’re gettin off yer butt to do some giggin.
    I presume Strandgatan is swedish for Beach Road?
    Met Laney for the first time @ the Hopetoun the other nite – seems like a spade type of guy.
    I’d love to come & shout out some abuse but got too many things to sort B4 I take my daughter to the land of the long white cloud.
    Do some more of those impressions tonite!

    Dutch Pierre

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    captainmission | 4 April 2006 at 12:43 am #

    damm, i’d love to take the beach road but fate played a creul trick on me, and i have to deal with that.
    i met David Lane at the Hopetown as well, really unassuming guy, nice energy and great songs, i wish i knew you was there Mr. Pierre, I would have come said hi.

    nice narrative this morning, i love it when i read something close to the truth, it sends a shiver through me heart charkra.

    lots of love steve, hope all’s well

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    mattdavison | 4 April 2006 at 1:07 am #

    Your’e narration is the truth Mr.
    The spell you cast is coloured with the light of the good people, the wise people…yr blogger friends,and your fans and even the Anti-Steve who loves you too.
    Meeting Dutch Peeeirre in Gods own, we will get you back here, that gig at the gluepot was, from what I hear a rite off, however NZ has changed..we are are ahead of everyone on the planet now and everybody knows this. Nuc free music, creative, woman lead native country of the fortunate chosen 4 million….Steveo Dutch and Paul lightfoot and meself eill get ya hear mark my words.
    Electric is what everyone wants…do it do it. I must sound like a pest, but it’s us you are doing it for. eh Lv

  6. avatar
    mike a | 4 April 2006 at 1:15 am #

    excellent words sk as always!!

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    persephone2u | 4 April 2006 at 2:04 am #

    Yes, always demand the miraculous and don’t forget about the spectacular.


  8. avatar
    gigi | 4 April 2006 at 2:14 am #

    Bohemian lunatic? Perhaps, but nicely done as usual.
    SK, some evidence of the power of love:

  9. avatar
    Azza | 4 April 2006 at 2:18 am #

    Your blog is a life preserver for a drowning man, me, in a sea of mediocrity…

    Good luck tomorrow SK to you, your daughter adn the rest of your family. We are thinking of you..(I must confess I get this and next so confused if the operation isn’t tomorrow…)

  10. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 4 April 2006 at 2:28 am #

    one of your best blogs ever sk
    best of luck to you and your family
    you are in my prayers

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 April 2006 at 2:30 am #

    just back from a
    fast 3 mile walk
    thanks sk for
    keeping me company
    your music was
    sublime as always
    it was sunset
    the clouds were
    all swirly and gorgeous
    the mountain
    silhouette was
    i felt like
    the only one
    but i know
    others loved
    the moment too
    enjoy the
    show tonight
    lots of love
    to you and
    your family

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    verdelay | 4 April 2006 at 2:49 am #

    Spent some time hovering over a forest of moss once, high up in my helicopterskull.

    That fucking forest spread out in all directions, mile upon mile between my two feet. There was so much to see down there (“taiga good look, son…”), monsterous armies of hideous six-legged beasts toiling away between the tree trunks; gargantuan butterdragonflies alighting in the treetops; rivers, clearings, shambling hillocks. The pulsing drama of creation. The whole fucking works.

    Best part about the whole experience? Shift your gaze a couple of inches and you’ll notice that you’re just another young wastrel staring at the pavement in Fitzroy on a chilly Wednesday morning. And you missed the goddamn tram, man.

    Any time, you can be any place you want to be (except at work on time…oh well, back to contemplating the glory of eternity then, I suppose…)

  13. avatar
    LittleSecret | 4 April 2006 at 4:38 am #


    You challenge my assumptions every day.

    My heart is with you and your family, I truly hope all will be fine.


  14. avatar
    lily | 4 April 2006 at 5:01 am #

    Absolutely beautiful blog today. Keeping you and yours in my thoughts this week.


  15. avatar
    esskayer | 4 April 2006 at 6:01 am #

    Hey Mr. Kill-bee:

    Sorry this is off-topic but I knew you been waitin for Esskayer’s review of ULTC, even more than Rolling Stone or those nasty Brit music mags ready to ripp it to shreds…I post this here as an alternative to Motel Woom, where people like to argue a lot and it gets really annoying. Some dude dissed it and called it letdown, etc. etc. Am happy to report all the massive billboard ads, TV commercials, and blogge product-pushing have not tainted the magic of this record. Simply one of the best Church releases ever. This is the kind of stuffe this band was destined to make. Check out the EPIC haunting beauty of “Song to Go,” this song was pulled out of the sky and brought down to Earth for our humble ears to experience…Whoever said “Block” shouldn’t have been a single is deaf, just listen to that killer guitar riff thingamajig. It’s just too good. PK and MWP songs amazing, they should be allowed to do two songs apiece next album. This album makes me wanna convert from “straight” to “Bohemian.” Bravo Kill-Bee.

  16. avatar
    Sweed | 4 April 2006 at 6:34 am #


    tänker på er…

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 April 2006 at 6:44 am #

    so beautiful
    so bloody sad
    God is behind you
    so let go
    let it all go
    breathe in
    breathe out


  18. avatar
    Daberhasher | 4 April 2006 at 10:30 am #

    grinding out the chaos with love, devotion and surrender…
    and yer blog…


    …and snowy love to all you far flung peaceful common taters out there!!! i appreciate the view…

  19. avatar
    lilya | 4 April 2006 at 11:26 am #

    “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye” … apart from the Blog

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    Thomas Irvin | 4 April 2006 at 11:39 am #

    One of today’s lines reminds me of something my Grandfather, who was a judge, once told a reporter: “I hope I always tell it like it is and call a spade a spade, not necessarily calling it a damned dirty shovel.”

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    rubikon | 4 April 2006 at 12:17 pm #

    The path to the truth is always poorly lit but the light is always shining behind the dark.

    Most of mankind appear to be asleep – perhaps they’re happy that way.

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    trickster | 4 April 2006 at 1:44 pm #

    meat of the matter

    …or should i say tofu

    thought s

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    matthew | 4 April 2006 at 1:53 pm #

    Here’s some more positive thoughts for the Precious Elektra; hoping that all goes perfectly on Wednesday… you’re not forgotten by the many who look in from the outside. Get well!

  24. avatar
    CSTCoach | 4 April 2006 at 2:24 pm #

    Beautiful, SK 🙂

    Get well soon, Electra.


  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 April 2006 at 2:58 pm #

    “the great weight of loveless mediocrity
    suffocating us”

    You reminds me to fight daily

    How I dearly love you

  26. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 4 April 2006 at 3:04 pm #

    Dawn is breaking
    Yet it’s becoming darker
    Mother Nature is having such a laugh
    As our spring slumbers

    sk thanks for the words and the time

    amor para ti, Elektra y toda la familia.


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    John Garratt | 4 April 2006 at 4:54 pm #

    “we determine meaninglessness as the prime
    completely fucking blind…”

    I fall into the ‘fucking blind’ category. How can we see the ballet of the clouds and the symphonies of the birds? It all seems so easier-said-than-done.

    Help, crisis time.

  28. avatar
    Mr. Ricky | 4 April 2006 at 8:28 pm #

    Your words always give me so much reassurance…Often, I feel I am reading my own thoughts and feelings articulated by you in your blog (no, really…it’s true!!!)
    It’s as if you’re telling me about my own thoughts and feelings…I LOVE IT!!!
    It’s very comforting…I always want to interject but I just give up as you ALWAYS put it so perfectly and beautifuly, everytime…

    thank you

    I am with you, always…


  29. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 4 April 2006 at 8:47 pm #

    How stunningly beautiful your blog is today. I read it twice and it brought me to tears. It reminded me, a bit, in tone and feeling of Eliot’s 1st Chorus from the Rock:

    “The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
    The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.

    O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
    The endless cycle of idea and action,
    Endless invention, endless experiment,
    Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
    Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
    Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
    All our knowledge brings us nearer to death,
    But nearness to death no nearer to God.
    Where is the Life we have lost in living?
    Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
    Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
    The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
    Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.”

    My favourite poet…but you might be taking his place soon if you keep this beautiful insanity up! Your words like a balm on my ever-wounded soul. Now, if you could just do something about this nasty bronchitis I have and all this bloody rain!

    Seriously, thanks for sharing. You’re making me believe in magic again. I don’t know whether to love you or hate you for that. ; )

    All my love and best wishes to Elektra, you and your family…I’m still hanging out here in Tuesday-land but I think you’ve crossed over to Wed. You guys are not forgotten and will be in any and all prayers, thoughts, good vibes, etc.

  30. avatar
    eek | 4 April 2006 at 10:45 pm #

    Sometimes I want to tell you how much I appreciate a post, but “wow, that was good” just doesn’t cut it.

    This is one of those times….

    My continued best wishes to you and your family.

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    CeciliaGin | 4 April 2006 at 11:08 pm #

    Because it is so beautiful:

    Torch girl of the marshes
    Her kiss is a whip of the moon
    Dawn’s damsels are dancing
    To the hum of her sunny young tune

    Gems hemmed in the heart’s head
    The shield of the rivers is hers
    She once told me to think white
    And the night disappeared like a bird

    Hold the glove of gold behind you
    Love the glove of Truth.

  32. avatar
    Ross | 4 April 2006 at 11:19 pm #

    Yep – I agree with Towknee Poochie

    – one of the best blogs yet.




  33. avatar
    sue cee | 5 April 2006 at 3:32 am #

    This one’s a gemstone sparkling amongst the pebbles. Im not as eloquent but this one was so good. Thinking of you and your family today…bestest xxx

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 April 2006 at 3:33 am #

    How come you didn’t tell us who wrote it??
    🙂 🙂 ??

  35. avatar
    persephone2u | 5 April 2006 at 3:51 am #

    It is Marc Bolan, of course. Song Title: Elemental Child.

  36. avatar
    me | 5 April 2006 at 8:03 am #

    what a poet
    you’re my local poet actually
    i thank my good fortune
    for having you in my life

  37. avatar
    madam lash | 5 April 2006 at 1:41 pm #

    i’m killin’ time to die my hare
    you gotta look chic to get anywhere
    i get charisma injekshons
    to keep me neerer to purrfekshon
    i’m gettin away with murder

    what’s goin on down the hall
    the drummers got my chick up against the wall
    she doesn’t know that he’s dis-eased
    i hope he feels very pl-eased
    to get away with murder

    just how long we can keep this up
    i can’t possibly tell
    when I looked in the mirror just then
    the guy in there sayed get to hell

    she’s got a face to make you feel speedy
    she’s like a page in the book i’m readin’
    she’s a hawk and you’re in her talons
    but her face is so like a sighron
    she’s gettin’ away with murder

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    eye lash | 5 April 2006 at 2:16 pm #

    wair all black leather
    face deadly white
    eye’m madam lash
    queen of the nite
    creeture dementoid
    inward delite

    madam lash
    took her hand off her hip
    lyin down screaming
    bitin my lip
    she said sk
    you’re gonna get my whip

    madam lash
    madam lash
    you hit me again
    eye just know eye’ll crash

    bruise me
    knock out my teef
    masochistic freek-out
    dead on my feet
    pain is the pleasure
    the pleasure is ssssweet

    ono not that
    eye canna take anymore
    lyin here alone
    half dead on the floor
    she said you’re gonna get
    just what you paid for

    madam lash
    madam lash
    you hit me again
    eye just know eye’ll crash

  39. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 5 April 2006 at 2:29 pm #

    Ooops sorry! I thought y’all knew! Thanks persephone2u!

    PS: Does anyone know how sk is doing today? A little bit worried…

  40. avatar
    Lucius DiLorenzo | 5 April 2006 at 4:20 pm #

    Thanks so much steve. You’ve been a wonderful source of inspiration for me over the years. My thoughts are with you…

  41. avatar
    starfish | 5 April 2006 at 6:15 pm #

    “to the ballet of the clouds
    the symphonies of the birds
    the paintings of the forests
    the drama of the seasons”

    Steve, you are truly choreographer, maestro, painter, and director. For those who may see, it is a beautiful sight indeed.

    Keeping you in thoughts and prayers today. Love transcends pain.

  42. avatar
    daydreamer | 5 April 2006 at 7:28 pm #

    Elektra in my prayers this morning.

    Bless you and your family.


  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 April 2006 at 6:00 pm #

    Intensely flaring or uncertainly flickering, your words and music never fail to light some path. Health, happiness and hope for you and yours, sk.
    v! & g!

  44. avatar
    Phedra | 8 April 2006 at 2:40 pm #

    sk–thanks for the charge again, lit wick.

    mom and dad / jim and debbie are
    dancing in the next room. oh it’s beautiful.
    what they are saying to one another–“oh now
    i’m going where i shouldn’t have been”–
    “well then just get back to where you have enough again”–
    “well that was it”–“yeah but i don’t know what…”—
    “let’s start a little bit further down”….
    and the sounds of their feet beading
    and the pulse of that room–

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