posted on November 13, 2006 at 7:43 pm

hard workin’ man
slavin’ over a hot studio
sing a song, being
sing a song of space
the time wont pay no mind
look at your watch..
we are talking in space….not time
crystal discharges power
notes pile up on notes
word upon word
beat over beat
section within section
why have you suddenly connected, being?
what is the force that animates thee?
music, sex, music, sex
travelling towards the beginning
the start of our journey
i create
restless mangey olde panther
weilding yer confused powers
thc prophet
too much on yer plate
it all coming out
god help me
ive tapped in
my ancestors tellin’ me
go go go time being being
fill the void with yer stuff
do it soon, do it soon
my thoughts are too big for my head
i dont have the technique
to achieve my innervision
throwing music at a canvas
laying down the words with strings n pastels
complete stories unravel
who can i turn to?
who will understand?
where is the switch?
my fingers w/ new flexibility
my eyes getting worse
n my ears ringing…
can you believe i dont care…?
my five daughters
my four guitars
my three compadres
my two hands
my one life
my thousand dollar falcon
i cruise the darkened streets of sydney
after recording
listening to kraut rock
pulsing thru my decent stereo
time being in a capsule of sound
hot stormy night
air rushes in windows
my hair floats about
the trees go past
so happy in my anonymity
no one knows
no one cares
always music
from the very beginning
once more from the top
a tap dripping
rhythmic breath
my wife
a white planet in the dark night
the children
sweet childlike dreams
god protect n preserve my sweet hearts
elli n minna arrive less than a month
one man vs 6 women
my foolish female flock
poor olde daddy man
swamped in filial confusion
here daddy
here daddy
over here daddy
no here daddy
dadda dadda dadda
steven steven steven
how can i keep em all happy
busy being busy being
busy doing nothing
always took candy from strangers
never wanna learn me no trade
never wanna be like papa
workin for the boss every night n day..
i need a love to keep me happy
baby keep me happy
baby keep me happy

still life with motion….
the pool
the yoga mat
walking appreciating
internal dialogues
huge breakthrus
tiny steps
im excited
im raw
im living it in the present
up close n fer real
visceral n cerebral
my fingers over necks n bodies
my breath filling a microphone with sound
my chest resonates
the words slide from my mind to my throat
1 2 3 4
its all mixed up
its a wrapped up
its a take
print it!
save it!
throw it in the back of the falcon!
daddy come back..
time daddy being….
must find out
must get this n that
always more for daddy to do
daddy neverstop
farther farther farther
further n further
yonder the beyond
not too far
keep it up
thats it!

46 Responses to “hit”

  1. avatar
    mandn | 13 November 2006 at 8:33 pm #

    6 girls and how many bathrooms??

    good man Orpheus
    How my father did it I’ll never know.
    Perhaps you two can swap stories
    of life amongst the women.


  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2006 at 8:43 pm #

    Struth man, yor startin’ to sound like the rest of us mere mortals!!!

    6 to 1…don’t like the odds mate!! Yor done for, no more ‘chrunch’ n stuff….if they needs another singing bassman, tell ’em to drop me a line old son!!

    Enjoy having them with you while u can…they grow up too fast and then they be gone!!!

  3. avatar
    the dean | 13 November 2006 at 8:49 pm #

    crystal voyeur, does nought escape thy gaze?

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2006 at 8:55 pm #

    Fuckin’ el….can’t people just leave me alone – I’m reading SK’s blog for god sake!!!.
    Buzzing around like pesty mosquites, interrupting my ‘coffee and kilbey’ – give me strength.

    The buffoon of a boss has already pissed me off and it’s not quiet 8am. Should I tell her she has a ladder in my black stockings, running for her ankle, up under her far to short and three sizes too small skirt? Nope – that will teach her for expecting me to work at work.

    Must go – I can hear her waddling towards me.

    Luv ya.

  5. avatar
    leelinau | 13 November 2006 at 9:16 pm #





  6. avatar
    malenkybit | 13 November 2006 at 9:24 pm #

    Must inform ze doktor that your blog works as well on me (maybe better) as his ativan perscription… cough cough no sexual side effects for that matter but keep trying. Kidding kidding. You keep me calm, brodie, breathing light and easy. Just saying hello.

  7. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 13 November 2006 at 9:25 pm #

    me am getting frustrated once again, don’t you love me??? or am me just playing the fool for you…
    Jonny Moondog

  8. avatar
    Samosanx | 13 November 2006 at 10:02 pm #

    i guess this makes you a chick magnet….heee heee!
    i can feel your sinews lad, the vibe coursing through em, and the breathlessness of that indspiration hum
    and your eyes? crystal, damp, shining, wide? astroboyish? tell us menyayna

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2006 at 10:34 pm #

    Yes it is a fact that Daddy’s are busy creatures say’s Daddy of 3.

    My daddy was a daddy of 8 – He was busy all of his life – He was a GREAT man, a marvellous Daddy.

    Keep it up Daddy O


  10. avatar
    damien | 13 November 2006 at 10:38 pm #

    Hey, I drive a Ford too!



  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2006 at 10:49 pm #

    10.15 on a Tuesday nite…

    And the tap drips under the strip light…
    Those 1000 dollar falcons are always good value if you got 6 months rego with it.

    Dutch Pierre

  12. avatar
    The Carrier of Fruit | 13 November 2006 at 10:49 pm #

    …and all of us bloggy children saying “hey nevets, look at me, look at me”

    Don’t forget to be good to yourself my friend.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2006 at 10:51 pm #

    …. you’re a fortunate man SK

    to have such fortune.

  14. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 13 November 2006 at 11:28 pm #

    In the perfect blur of innocence fathers are always supermen to their daughters; if both groups are lucky the shimmering cape will not fade with focus.


  15. avatar
    verdelay | 13 November 2006 at 11:31 pm #

    if you find the cable
    that plugs right into your navel
    don’t plug it in
    just yet
    find the first switch first
    so your mind won’t fritz
    before you get the chance
    to blow it

  16. avatar
    fergal | 14 November 2006 at 12:02 am #

    space rock powers the millenium falcon

  17. avatar
    sockfacepuppetmunch | 14 November 2006 at 12:30 am #

    Warp factor nine…………… and we smile like small children
    Been away at “choice” Spot in NZ, for a little caravan adventure, took two little gurl’s one a barely known druids little one.(how trusting) Wee’s in car’s -that will make ya happy ‘pissinger” (or whatever ya call yrself) and noisy fighting over packie’s of chippies..
    I know what what its like like now SK and guess what! I love et. Kiddlies are gold, and we also; so for loving them.
    Some do some don’t but I would rather be the later.
    Warm windy NZ huggie for ya and ya fam.
    The Christchurch paper tells of a maggy panther in the foothills… New you would come to our fair land….

  18. avatar
    **88*888888* | 14 November 2006 at 12:34 am #

    Man that sockface is a dude, check out his awsome website
    Oh ps… Hotel Tomb needs a shot of valium and something to do, so he can take his hand off it…
    Hi DutchP and paul.

  19. avatar
    **88*888888* | 14 November 2006 at 12:34 am #

    Man that sockface is a dude, check out his awsome website
    Oh ps… Hotel Tomb needs a shot of valium and something to do, so he can take his hand off it…
    Hi DutchP and paul.

  20. avatar
    **88*888888* | 14 November 2006 at 12:34 am #

    Man that sockface is a dude, check out his awsome website
    Oh ps… Hotel Tomb needs a shot of valium and something to do, so he can take his hand off it…
    Hi DutchP and paul.

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 1:05 am #

    Imagine if it was all boys! Like the music references sprinkled in your blogs…sort of a “where does it come from trivia challenge”

    ed in fl

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 1:34 am #

    I have long held the view that anonymity is underrated…

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 1:39 am #

    man you are alive. that’s for the nudge on the bhagavad gita.


  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 1:39 am #

    just tried goji berries and organic dark chocolate toogether, sk. excellent.


  25. avatar
    veleska1970 | 14 November 2006 at 1:51 am #

    aww… tweet!! so many daughters vying for your attention. yes, it CAN be overwhelming.

    but would you have it any other way?? uglybassman is right~~enjoy ’em while ya can.

    the “little” record sounds like it’s coming along quite nicely. can’t wait!!

  26. avatar
    he's so terik | 14 November 2006 at 2:08 am #

    Ho hum…. just another day at the office hey….

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 2:23 am #

    big daddyo
    with your growing flock
    space a premium
    time of the essence
    godspeed you patience and

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 2:33 am #

    People grow up and learn to drive some car…

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 4:49 am #

    But I did that and it doesn’t get you far…

  30. avatar
    cita | 14 November 2006 at 6:53 am #

    It is fun to read your words. The subject is never that important to me. It is your perception of the world that hooks me in.

  31. avatar
    ambnt1 | 14 November 2006 at 7:23 am #


    Kraut rock
    Ambient space drone
    “Alternative” new wave
    “Classic” rock
    Hawkwind (their own category)
    All these musicians trying to get to the same place
    Transcending the mundane
    Talking to God
    The tools have changed but the song remains the same
    Some are better at it than others
    You are one of those
    Bless the Time Being’s little head


    n.p. Redshift, “Redshift” (still emitting)

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 10:12 am #

    Clark Ashton Smith said:

    I came at length to the shores of Lethe
    under an immense ebon sky from which all the stars had vanished one by one
    A pale elusive light lay without lustre on the sable stream and on the black, flowerless meadows.
    I saw many who came to drink of the slow, unmurmuring waters.
    At length, I saw the one who I sought.
    But knowing that she had forgotten, I turned away and, finding the river at my side,
    was suddenly aware of my thirst for its waters.
    I drank.
    And saw that the light had died or disappeared and that all the land was in a dreamless slumber.
    I could no longer distinguish her face.
    Nor was I able to remember any longer why I had wished to drinl of the waters of oblivion.

  33. avatar
    Sweed | 14 November 2006 at 10:45 am #

    Another excellent tale that makes me feel good. Can’t believe how they just keep on coming…

    Love ya Steve!!

  34. avatar
    don joe | 14 November 2006 at 10:57 am #

    Hee hee hee, magic moments!, Nice daily bread for the mind Steve. Can see it all and hey, have fun with the lasses over the holly season. Yeah, the warmth thrown out by the weather certainly picks the spirit to a new growth. And keep me happy baby, you’re doing a great job, follow the trail you’re on and keep tight the reigns. I’m hiding in your footsteps sooooo, don’t stop. We might scare each other?

    Happy trails!

    don joe

  35. avatar
    12str | 14 November 2006 at 11:35 am #

    your music is the ultimate painting…your canvas is our ears…i see the image change everytime i listen….music,the ultimate artform…combines poetry,images and emotion…music is ancient…music comunicates through time and space…music is prayer….direct channel to some supreme being…..universe kept together by strings….music…the sound of waves in a pool of water…the wind coming through the trees…the rythm of our hearts,pumping life through our bodies…..its the beginning,the end..eternal…. many are called few are chosen..
    you are one of the few..


  36. avatar
    leelinau | 14 November 2006 at 12:19 pm #

    looks like you should sell more of your art on ebay!



  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 1:06 pm #

    Steve, I love this blog and it’s been an absolute pleasure and an honour to have been so close to the source for the past year.
    But y’know what?
    I think there IS a case for ending it on November 22nd.
    Give it a finite life – make it a whole.
    End it – and make this last year a special period that we’ll all look back on with fondness.
    I really would miss it – but hell, leave em wanting more, etc, and blah!

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 1:40 pm #

    Tell me many tales, o benign maleficent daemon,
    but tell me none that I have ever heard or have even dreamt of, otherwise than obscurely.
    Let them be of things that are past the lore of legend and of which there are no myths in our world, or any world adjoining.
    Tell me of the years when the moon was young, with siren-rippled seas and mountains that were zoned with flowers from base to summit.
    Tell me of the vaster blossoms within whose cradling chalices a woman could sleep;
    of the seas of fire that beat on strands of ever-enduring ice;
    of perfumes that can give eternal slumber in a breath.

    Clark Ashton Smith
    December 16th 1929

    What the fuck was that guy on to come out with stuff like this in 1929, for fuck’s sake?
    And how utterly bizarre must it have sounded at the time it was written?
    Can you imagine what it would take to produce something that would seem as bizarre to us as this must have done to a reader in 1929?!

  39. avatar
    restaurant mark | 14 November 2006 at 2:10 pm #

    a frantic pace!!! sounds like there’s no lack of creativity going on at the studio…good! 6 to 1 huh??? the odds aren’t good man. you’ll be fine, busy, but fine. you may have to go outside to pee but…you know.
    enjoy your family!

  40. avatar
    John Garratt | 14 November 2006 at 3:36 pm #

    After my time away, I am now caught up on my Time Being.


  41. avatar
    Larry | 14 November 2006 at 5:03 pm #

    I just had a vision of you tooling around in your Falcon (somehow I can’t think of you as a Holden man now) as a travelling space rock salesman …

    I remember reading an interview with you about 14 years ago in which you said you wanted to do an album with Shayne Carter. I actually had a chance to ask him about that not long afterwards and he was unaware of such an idea. ‘Well, Steven’s a strange boy’ was all he had to say. That’s always stayed with me.

  42. avatar
    calling down baal and zeus | 14 November 2006 at 6:24 pm #

    the falcon feel …burgandy?

  43. avatar
    CSTCoach | 14 November 2006 at 6:36 pm #

    hey druid,

    catching up after a few days on the road…

    can’t wait to hear the new choich record! by the sound of it you guys have tapped in once again. i guess i better start planning another major journey to parts unknown – in the physical and the choichian sense. each album of the past few years has been the hypnotic soundtrack of my journeys, urging me to go deeper and deeper. its a symbiotic relationship that i wouldn’t be here without – i buy the stuff and contribute my small dollars and sense, your stuff expands my world and inspires pretty journeys for the page…

    still plugging away over here, writing and squeezing gratuitous choich references past the censors at every opportunity.

    just finished filming a new DVD as well. if yer interested you can check out this crazy over the top preview trailer that rmax put together for it

    oh yeah, grabbed a dvd for ya over the weekend while i was doing my coaching thing, some yoga stuff that you might dig. will get it in the post pronto.

    exciting times, druid. yer at the toppa your form.


  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 November 2006 at 9:45 pm #

    what year might that Falcon be ? 60s or a true guzzling 70s ?

  45. avatar
    gareth,notts | 15 November 2006 at 12:39 am #

    clark ashton smith=past,steve kilbey=present,the time being. ?=future a previous incarnation SK??????

  46. avatar
    Glen Sherman | 15 November 2006 at 5:58 am #

    The Time Being grooved to Exile On Main Street! He is a cool daddy, then! 1972 was a great, great year for a 15 year old boy, know what I mean? Eh? Nudge? Take me back there, Time Being!

    “Just as long as the guitar plays,
    Let it steal your heart away!”

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