posted on December 17, 2009 at 4:01 pm

its midnight in the hotel
the hotel by the sea
the big white hotel on the coastal strip
with the swimming pools and cock-tails
with the little bottles of shampoo
with the complimentary hors derves
with the bottles of water for 8 bucks
with the a/c ya cant switch off
and the internet costs a bomb
but the view ah the view
the indian sea rushes away in murky blackness
little silver points of light
a cop car cruises way down below there
i stand on my balc n blow a number
no one can see me
no one can touch me
no one even knows i’m here at all
i’m the time being whatever that means
the tampered one
the white hippy panther walking by moses side
hey i’m a footsoldier with my killers hands
i sit up here above the world
summer oh i in my element
summer my cloak
summer my apparel
summer my regeneration
summer night by the sea
the ghosts
the spirits
the stories that will not fade
18 floors high
18 floors high
what a life
i turn up to this quarry
its like san diego
the houses all around are fucking gorgeous
i could live in em all easily
the yellow grass
the green lawn in the amphi-theatre
yeah my band rocked of course its a given
yes n my monkey rocked n its a gibbon
and the silent ones spoke in my head
now you will write a song they said
why me i cried
silence said a voice
it was a female voice
the voice of the future
you have been chosen
you have been frozen
you have been in nineveh and lemuria
you have sung the words of the silent ones who have no voices
no voices to sing
no wheels to ride
i should be stumbling down this highway on my boots of steel
time being came the reply
well i live all my lives in my songs
thats where i right my wrongs
but the summer night comes down and kicks out the evening
its black out there
suddenly the internet swallows up half my blog
and i can remember what im sposed to write
too bad
midnite comes n goes
what did you expect
good then
thats what you get

12 Responses to “hotel midnight”

  1. avatar
    davem | 17 December 2009 at 5:31 pm #

    Sounds fabulous esskay.
    We so miss seeing you chaps.
    Just been to a really depresing funeral. Only four of us there and it snowed the whole time – it was a graveside funeral. Was it romantic? Was it fuck. Her bible was buried with her. It hadn't left her presence in 70 years. There were more people from the funeral directors (5) than mourners.
    Take care all.

  2. avatar
    davem | 17 December 2009 at 6:03 pm #

    Apologies – I meant to say what how great it is for you and yours that the girls are over. I hope you can keep up with them!
    Have fun!

  3. avatar
    Freddie | 17 December 2009 at 6:54 pm #

    Yeah, sounds like you are indeed in a nice place tonight. Sleep well killer and pleasant dreams. xoxo

  4. avatar
    Ardor | 17 December 2009 at 8:38 pm #

    Hi Steve~~I know this is off subject but I just had to pop in to tell you how marvelous Priest = Aura is~~ revisited yesterday and reminded me of so many good things xoxoxoxo much love M

  5. avatar
    the dean | 17 December 2009 at 8:40 pm #

    you once wrote 'all my songs are coming true' – this means your future is for the making.

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    Anonymous | 17 December 2009 at 9:18 pm #

    'yeah my band rocked of course its a given…yes n my monkey rocked n its a gibbon' is likely the best couplet so far written

  7. avatar
    restaurant mark | 17 December 2009 at 9:51 pm #

    we got something…your words and music…
    thank you sir…

    take care

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    cazziem | 17 December 2009 at 10:25 pm #

    I would expect the hor d'oeuvre to be bloody complimentary when a bottle of Adam's ale is 8 bucks a shot! To be honest though, I'd happily pay that to be enjoying the beautiful sea view; what bliss. I've always been drawn to the sea, yet can't say I actually feel I want to be in the water. On it yes, (preferably on a beautiful luxurious yacht) but in it no. Perhaps this because of a previous existence on Mu at the time it disappeared into the murky waters?

    Many times you have told us that you seem to be able to write you wonderful songs so easily and that the words just flow, so with the voice of the future giving you instruction and guidance, I can't wait to hear the next one you have be chosen to pen.

    All the very best for to-night.

  9. avatar
    Ellen | 17 December 2009 at 10:37 pm #

    Ahhh, so you've visited San Diego, eh? Great town. It's a triathlete's paradise – VERY athletic town, great weather and the beaches down by … oh the name escapes me. I'll remember it once I click "send." Anyway, there's a very long, flat, smooth stretch of beach that is simply PERFECT for runs, even long runs. Simply divine.

    Yes, the houses and landscaping are gorgeous. And on a beautiful So. Cal. winter day like today, well, there's nothing like it…

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    lily was here | 18 December 2009 at 12:46 am #

    Im just imagining the notes of the church sailing over that dark black ocean to Mauritius

    Better pick 18 for your lotto ticket sk


    ps hugs to big smiles kate

  11. avatar
    PAGEY | 18 December 2009 at 5:34 am #

    sounds like GTA: VC for sure!!

  12. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 18 December 2009 at 6:29 am #

    hotel stuff costs a friggin' fortune, doesn't it…..gotta recoup the costs of all that free soap and shampoo….used to collect soaps and conditioners and shampoos and body washes and stuff from motels and hotels when i was a kid….hoarded them away and ended uo with a shitload of 'em…

    big smiles kate? my thoughts are with you, friend…..

    love always….

    fuck yeah!!!!! i'm on holidays now!!!!!

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