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
look
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
where?
aware!
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
man
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
well
thats enuff for today
i love you
sk
Yes.
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.
Hey,
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
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
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
Matt
excellent words sk as always!!
Yes, always demand the miraculous and don’t forget about the spectacular.
kristine
Bohemian lunatic? Perhaps, but nicely done as usual.
SK, some evidence of the power of love:
http://www.csmonitor.com/slideshows/2006/homecoming/index.html
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…)
pain
clarity
art
one of your best blogs ever sk
best of luck to you and your family
you are in my prayers
love
tp
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
stunning
i felt like
the only one
looking
but i know
others loved
the moment too
enjoy the
show tonight
lots of love
to you and
your family
xo
diane
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…)
Steve,
You challenge my assumptions every day.
My heart is with you and your family, I truly hope all will be fine.
Love.
X
Absolutely beautiful blog today. Keeping you and yours in my thoughts this week.
lily
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.
…beautyfilled…thanks!
tänker på er…
so beautiful
so bloody sad
God is behind you
so let go
let it all go
breathe in
breathe out
love
always
grinding out the chaos with love, devotion and surrender…
and yer blog…
thanks…
aloha,
ee
…and snowy love to all you far flung peaceful common taters out there!!! i appreciate the view…
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye” … apart from the Blog
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.”
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.
meat of the matter
…or should i say tofu
thought s
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!
Beautiful, SK 🙂
Get well soon, Electra.
ryan
“the great weight of loveless mediocrity
suffocating us”
You reminds me to fight daily
How I dearly love you
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.
Cecilia
“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.
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…
Lo
VE
Ricky;-)
Steve,
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.
love,
Denise
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.
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.
Yep – I agree with Towknee Poochie
– one of the best blogs yet.
Thanks
Love
~ross
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
@ceciliagin
How come you didn’t tell us who wrote it??
🙂 🙂 ??
It is Marc Bolan, of course. Song Title: Elemental Child.
what a poet
you’re my local poet actually
i thank my good fortune
for having you in my life
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
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
Ooops sorry! I thought y’all knew! Thanks persephone2u!
PS: Does anyone know how sk is doing today? A little bit worried…
Thanks so much steve. You’ve been a wonderful source of inspiration for me over the years. My thoughts are with you…
“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.
Elektra in my prayers this morning.
Bless you and your family.
love,
Sandy
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!
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–