posted on October 6, 2007 at 7:01 am

sorry
i cant talk right now
im busy making a mistake
im turning off at the lights up ahead
its a warm stormy day here
in the humdrum hurly burly
in my little blue mazda
with the radio playing poignant lovesongs
i pull into yet another seaside town
each with its own gimmicks n black spots
with its secrets and myths
i got the window down
and a pleasant cool change
comes slipping in beside me
yeah i cruise down the main street
like i know what i’m doing
like i been cruising down mainstreet forever
w/ low hung dark clouds and tossing trees
a queue outside the fishnchip place
a police station and a funeral parlour
the sea is grey blue with white caps
i slip into an amusement parlour
i like pinball
sometimes i get lucky in pool
a guy walks up to me
hey mate wanna game of pool
yeah i say
he smiles n sets em up
hes dressed in a t shirt
board shorts
shaggy brown hair
with blond bits
surfers hair i guess
hes much better than me
i feel like he’d be better than me at almost anything
he hits almost every shot
i put my money in and we keep playing
but i never have a chance
terry he says introducing himself
hes feline no hes actually quite leonine
his cheekbones are so far apart
his green eyes see far and deep
he moves around the table with impossible grace
he growls when he occaisionally misses
i put a song on the jukebox
terry looks up and grins
oh i like this one….
so do i i say
terry sings along with the words as he shoots
his voice is mellifluous
his voice is warm and sweet
in terrys mouth the words taste better than on the juke box
terry knows all the words
he leans back and lights a marlboro green
he smokes like its life or death to him
like he needs the smoke
the way he sucks it in so long and cool
yeah i like marlboro greens you say
he offers you the last one in the packet
no go on take it he says
and his smile is genuine
beguiling without guile
and youre playing pool with this great kid
and hes sharing his smokes with you
and hes singing along to the music you picked
do you live here i ask him
no he laughs white square teeth in tanned face
we’re from sydney…
we….? i ask
a girl materialises at his side
come in from the gathering storm outside
in the mainstreet
of some little seaside town that dots the coast
little seaside town with old church and cemetary
little seaside town with pretty beach and inlet
the girl is a female version of terry
im terri she says
what ? i say
did he tell you his name was terry?
did she tell you her name was terri?
they both laughed conspiratorially then
but was that it?
am i naive
or suspicious?
a bit of both
whos this ? she asks her brother
he must be her twin brother
he introduces me
what part of sydney are you from ? i say
we’re from the northern beaches they say together
do you have a car asks terri
as we stand in that amusement arcade
yes i do i say
terry nods
do you wanna go?
yes i do
i yearn to go
though not to arrive
i need to travel through these canefields and forests
i need to shed my skinny skin skin
i need the endless choc mint wedges and vanilla shakes
i need the petrol stations and the fluid miles
the rushing bushes on the side of the road
hanging my arm out the window
watching the towns go by in the mirror as theyre gone
curving with the humps n slumps of the streets
as you pull into marine pde in the early evening
as you switch the engine off
the radio stops dead
the silence except for the surf
occaisionally thunder rumbles
the odd pink fork of lightning
the lawn is green and well kept
the lawn is expensive lawn with a surprising springiness
i walk barefoot across the lawn
terri on one side
terry on the other
the house backed right onto a beach
around the house were buddhas
huge heads in the garden
buddha with his helmut of curls
buddhas painted gold with red eyes
big and small and ornate and simple
they unlock the door
i step through into a lovely place
with wooden polished boards
beams of light
spacious art
carpet of warm silence
luxuriant plants and orchids on black bookshelves
white furniture
come in they say
as i’m already in
i’m already in i say
yes you are they say and smile
both with the same smile
a smile that lights up every corner of your heart
like an ancient mediterranean smile
like theyre etruscans or something
her sandals wind around her heels like athena
ive never been in a house like this before
stained glass windows and a breakfast bar
its our holiday house they say
where are your parents i say
not here they laugh
not here
terri makes tomato soup for dinner
we sit around watching the night come on
i eat 5 slices of bread and they laugh
im still hungry i say
we can see that they say and laugh
their musical laugh with mirth and sincerity
their happy laugh with compassion and joy
are you twins ? i ask eventually as it starts to rain
as the droplets crash into the black glass
as the trees buckle and bend in the windows
and the clothes on the line danced around
the boston ferns and elephant ears
caught the water and flung it back at the sky
terri puts some music on
something instrumental
do you like miles ?they say
miles davis i ask
they nod
oh yeah i say hes ah…really great i think i say
terri nods and terry smiles
terry makes some nescafe instant coffee
they both laugh when i ask for 3 and a half sugars
where are you from says terri
canberra i say
oh oh they both say and laugh
have you been there much ? i say
yes its awful they both answer
i imagine their street where they live
in some swanky beach suburb next to a golf course
they went to some cool school
where terri had all the cool boys
while terry had all the cool girls
terri is studying at uni
studying arts
terry got into uni
but hes deferring cos hes a pro surfer
what about you ? they say
no i didnt get in i say
i didnt get into any unis at all
what do you do? terri asks
i play the bass guitar i exaggerate a little
really ?she asks her eyes wide and excited
yeah i say
im pretty good
terry excitedly ushers us into another room
theres a fender bass in its case and an amp
play for us man he says
do you play? i ask
terry plays in king astral she says
not the king astral
the teenage band from sydneys northern beaches?
i ask increduously
yes they both say
the one thats been number one for one month ? i ask unbelievingly
yes they both say
terry picks up the bass
and plays that complicated riff
he plays it with liquid digital agility youve never contemplated
the lovely bass riff from their hit single
the one you could clumsily fudge
but terry renders it with flourishes slides n slurs
a lightning bolt strikes nearby
and the house is suddenly immersed in darkness
you stand there
listening to them breathe
and the rain

40 Responses to “hurly burly 4”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 9:08 am #

    ;-)))….xxA

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 9:10 am #

    is it about a girl who happened to walk in a music school?

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 9:12 am #

    or a blog school? she isn’t a pro, quite easy if you keep waiting at ttb and have nothing to do. wanna know how? 🙂

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 9:14 am #

    then pay for it. 10 bulks.

    ^^

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 9:20 am #

    ha-ha!…lightning crashes! x

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 9:34 am #

    or not? hmmm…. , maybe i made a mistake.

  7. avatar
    Terri and Terry | 6 October 2007 at 9:38 am #

    “no worries,mate!” xo “just a trip to the far side…….

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 10:14 am #

    sorry i haven’t been in your orbit for a few days…been having some time out at my mum and dad’s place…
    the hurly burly entries have been pure bittersweet magic…such a feeling of remembering…my god the beachside scenes could have been dredged up from my past…
    i had the same kind of feeling at my folk’s house this week…a house that i grew up in,now there with my six year-old…such a sensation of time past and passing…
    you have a gift for defining the indefinable, steve…thankyou…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 10:26 am #

    You’re amazing sk, you just keep on keeping on….you’re the best (at everything!! it’s true)
    Have a beautiful night u beautiful being.
    Love always,
    Amanda

  10. avatar
    verdelay | 6 October 2007 at 10:49 am #

    Shhhhhh

    Peaceful

  11. avatar
    fantasticandy | 6 October 2007 at 11:52 am #

    this is some of the most compelling writing i have ever known.
    andy L.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 12:21 pm #

    SK!YOU are amazing!Your writing just soars,and floats and flutters,then spirals…then swoops back up through its own wake..I could swear,I was there..i can see the louvres in those little beachside houses and shops..and the wide main street,where the odd local stray/community dog can still cross leisurely,without being run over.I remember those driving holidays,as a kid,with my parents..my kinda conservative folks took a detour once,through Nimbin,on one of our annual drives to sydney,to see my grandparents…WOW!that was an eye opener for me at 10..what seemed to me to be half naked women,and oh,my,god,MEN WITH LONG HAIR…WOW!…that could have been one of those “five minutes that changed my life”moments…Hmmm…some of those moments more prominent than others,yes indeed,but,they all go well together to make the tapestry ,yeah?question remains..does the tapestry look better in the bathroom,overlooking the beach?or in the lounge,above the fireplace?or could ya give it a rubber backing,and pop it on the rumpus floor?…hope you are having a beautifully warm n gorgeous night!bring on the music!…love to you ,as always xxxxxooooo ,gen x

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    idolt/angel | 6 October 2007 at 1:02 pm #

    panther… brilliant writing today but you really confused me… may i know what are you talking about? can’t guess. wait.. is it…gosh!you are kidding, arent you? (cant help but burst into laugh. funny! how can you be so funny?)

    door closed cause the house is too crowded now. use your key if you like, must be better than caravan, eh?

    L

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 1:16 pm #

    3 and a half sugars?sweet toothed devil!The bakeries in those little towns always have the most gorgeous cakes and slices.YUMMY!you are having a lovely adventure…everone you meet is a reflection of you.you are very obviously a truly extraordinary being.i love a good thunderstorm,especially at dusk,or late-ish afternoon,or night time..I love the sound of rain on my tin roof,and the smell of the rain,as it’s first coming down.I love the thunder,and could sit on my verandah and watch the lightning spikes for hours.”spark”and “NSEW”,I remember playing them during a massive storm in 1990.I had the stereo up as loud as it would go,and was standing {um?quite starkers}out in the garden,in the midst of the stormy comotion..what a soundtrack that was..green tree frogs,and bullfrogs,having a chat about the rain,laying bets with each other,on how long the rain will last,or when the next lightning strike will be..birds flying through the wind and rain.electrifyingly ecstatic at the wildness of the world…and the white cockatoos all shouting “yes,yes,yes,yes,!!!”it’s raining!…./jbx

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 1:19 pm #

    Terri wadda you know??
    Canberra is actually great, a great place to grow up in (ha.. wouldn’t want to live there, you either go up the highway to either Sydney or Melbourne) .
    People generally think Canberra is soulless, boring..nah, it’s OK, most suburbs are surrounded by bush, it’s bit of a laboratory for urban planning design, mostly successful.

    it’s designed by Walter Burley Griffin using some pretty arcane ancient geometric ideas, sometimes I think it has something to do with it’s ‘strangeness’ and why so many extraordinary people have come out of it.

    http://www.scribd.com/doc/186934/Proudfoot-The-Secret-Plan-of-Canberra-occult-masonic-architecture-of-Australias-capital-1994

    The eden monaro area of NSW that ‘berra is in has a stark, melancholy beauty about it.

    The seasons are very distinct, very cold in Winter, hot in Summer..none of this sub tropical/temperate nonsense like Sydney..(ah, but isn’t it great here….)…

    ..Terry/i the northern beaches of sydney are not unlike heaven on earth but Canberra’s not bad either..PV

  16. avatar
    gareth,notts | 6 October 2007 at 1:22 pm #

    there should be shelves upon shelves of Steve Kilbey books in waterstones/dillons whatever the bookshops called at the mo.you really should get some stuff published and put out there steve….hurly burly 5?….you ever heard of a band from Manchester called Puressence?..along with Muse,best band in UK,saw them last night,small venue in Notts…awesome!….similarities with The Church abound,musically but also in having a large loyal following and being criminally overlooked…think you may like their music…….

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 2:03 pm #

    i once knew a publisher………

    r.

  18. avatar
    Candy | 6 October 2007 at 2:26 pm #

    and DOES SK have a sweet tooth. an orange sunnyboy. a handful of jaffas. fantale. xo

  19. avatar
    matthew | 6 October 2007 at 2:55 pm #

    oh man, this is lovely stuff… thanks.

  20. avatar
    Leelinau | 6 October 2007 at 3:35 pm #

    o_o

    cosmic tease

    ^_^

  21. avatar
    Faye | 6 October 2007 at 3:38 pm #

    a bedtime story for me ,this is now…Thank-you so much Steve!you are a unique,and divine creature.love. and peace. xo

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 3:40 pm #

    x

  23. avatar
    davem | 6 October 2007 at 4:12 pm #

    Really enjoying these SK. Thans.
    Absorbing stuff so I’m trying not to feel too guilty about knocking the wallabies of the World Cup….not that either of us is likely to be a rugby fan.

  24. avatar
    JONNY NOT YET SO HOLLYWOODISH | 6 October 2007 at 4:20 pm #

    and the rain came for 40 days and 40 nights…
    mjnjr

  25. avatar
    veleska1970 | 6 October 2007 at 4:28 pm #

    a lovely way to start my late morning….

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 5:51 pm #

    *love* . /PC 😉

  27. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 6 October 2007 at 5:56 pm #

    Another alluring, enchanting and hypnotic blog. Dream once again clashes with reality and one can seemingly make imagination real.

    People can download the new Radiohead CD for free? Nice but it’s mostly a ploy for the millionaires who will have more fans to lure for the upcoming tour. I have not listened to Radiohead since I discovered The Church earlier this year. Not a boycott, just a reality.

    The 3rd Edition of the All Music Guide for Rock is a must purchase. Bios and CD reviews for literally hundreds of Bands. Their reviewers love “The Church”. Their online sight has additiinal sterling reviews of post 2000 Church Cds.

  28. avatar
    william | 6 October 2007 at 6:04 pm #

    Cool stuff Steve! I’m diggin it.

    And I can almost hear the sound of King Astral being googled all around the world 😉

  29. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 6 October 2007 at 6:50 pm #

    this is like a drug
    i’ll never get off of nor
    do i ever want to
    thanks for every word.
    denise
    xxoo

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 8:30 pm #

    i think you have a volumes worth already,eh? olde beane

    r.

  31. avatar
    Lushbag Central | 6 October 2007 at 9:40 pm #

    Love this stuff Steven!..will you tickle our senses with another installment today? blessings and love,and decadence..x

  32. avatar
    isolde | 6 October 2007 at 11:57 pm #

    On stone stelae one can often see the king and astral gods 86 Görg, Beziehung zwischen dem alten Israel und Ägypten

    Caviar and quail egg with gold leaf by Sean Connolly at Astral. … King crab raviolo, covered in a foamed treacle beurre blanc, is a balance of sharp and …

    She tosses and turns, dreamily descending into the realm of The Mater of The Astral Plane. There she meets King Tookiyama and his demon henchmen. …

    Babylonian astrology concerned with the public good of the state and the king. The practice of divining astral omens: – directed to determining the future …

    Shadow King exists as a disembodied consciousness based out of the Astral Plane. He is able to manifest in the physical plane by taking possession of weaker …

    terry plays in king astral she says not the king astral the teenage band from sydneys northern beaches? i ask increduously yes they both say …

    Xavier and the free mutants come up with a plan, Xavier will engage the Shadow King on the astral plane, with Jean anchoring him and Storm, Cyclops, …

    Glastonbury Abbey, the final resting place of King Arthur and his queen, … Astral spend more time at each attraction, for example 3 hours in Bath …

    Soluntra King from “Gateways of Unity, Inner and Natural – Part One”. The Astral Plane is on the third dimension and the fourth dimension, …

    … represented by upside-down wells, subterranean skies, edible stars, and the king’s astral seed being exchanged for the courtesan’s appetizing body. …

  33. avatar
    WOW! | 7 October 2007 at 12:05 am #

    that was really really gorgeous,sk…am speechless.wow o wow!..*

  34. avatar
    mattdavison | 7 October 2007 at 1:58 am #

    I am there!!

    “oh yeah” that was just minto…

    as each new era dawns…

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 2:07 am #

    loved that 🙂

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 2:55 am #

    good lunchtime Mr.Kilbey!…what treasures do you have in store for us today?….i was thinking today{a rare occurence,in itself ;)},that you ,are,to magic and music,and words…what billy connolly is to the funny bone…all he has to do is speak,and one feels like laughing….in other words SK,you are just THE BEST!..hope you are having a smashingly wonderous day…sah bit warmish,huh?..love,as always,gen x xxxxx

  37. avatar
    Thelonious | 7 October 2007 at 3:25 am #

    Sk, you’re absolutley nailing summer. I feel like whacking on that pair of green Okanuie boardies from hawaii my parents bought me os & running down the street & buying a splice & then laying down & having a great dream. Been lstening over the weekend to Kenny Werner, Lawn Chair Society, very good. Smiles to all commentators & SK in Bondi.

  38. avatar
    syrinx | 7 October 2007 at 4:36 am #

    sorry
    i can’t talk right now
    i’m busy making a mistake

    AHH! I read that and made some sort of sound that had a lot of gleeful “eeeeheeeeeheee!” in it. You want some small marked bills for that? A yellow Boussinggaultite, maybe?

    The oddest things…

  39. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 5:04 am #

    sorry,couldnt help it !…./ChW x

  40. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 3:38 pm #

    I’ll see Astral in San Fran alongside Halcyon High on October 18, venue: Fell & Van Ness.

    Really dig this series Steve!

    Art


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