posted on October 7, 2007 at 2:06 am

ah hurly burly 5
yes yes
well where were we?
having fled childhood
its 1973
its 2007
its true
its based on fact
its a compleat lie
the east coast of australia
green beautiful warm
and the australian night
black black nights
nights with the 2 terries
nights spent listening to music
listening to the twins
always answering together
so synchronized
whos eldest?
they both laugh
one night we have takeaway sandwiches for dinner
terry goes out in his ute
comes back with 30 bucks worth of marijuana
as soon as you smell that smell
you know youve smoked it before somewhere
you get knocked for six
terry goes outside or a while
his sister lays languidly on some cushions
we listen to theolonius monk
it must be their parents record im thinking somewhere
i sit next to her
just babbling on about anything
she smiles and occaisionally laughs
she tries to teach me how to roll a joint
but my tongue is too dry to moisten the paper
how did these 2 come to possess everything i wanted?
fame wealth glory physical beauty prowess intelligence breeding
so effortlessly at 19
thoughtlessly excellent in almost everything
sometimes i tried to hate them but i couldnt
they were kind
they were generous with themselves
inviting you into all they had
terry helped me with bass
this guy a few months older than me
he lifted up my fingers
and put them back down in the right place
slide up to that note hed say
hed show you again and laugh and help you feel it
i was envious of him
i admit it
i gawked at his looks his talent
his good natured nonchalant acceptance
of his own perfection
if it had been me
it had driven me out of my mind
one day i sat there in his room
i was trying to play the bass
but i had nothing
no rhythm no technique no nothing
just desire
raw obsessive desire
i plunked away joylessly on terrys bass
my short little fingers looking so small against the frets
they travelled round the neck like 2 drunks in a 3 legged race
terrys long fingers ran over the guitar rapid and uncommitted
he could play lovely bass solos
making it sound like sitar or a lead guitar
he had a really great distant look in his eyes too
that distant look i always equate with geniushood
terry looked like that in his room
cross legged on his bed
plucking his fender bass
making small comments
see if can get this harmonic…
he smoked and played
as time grew long
and the tide followed the moons moods
the vietnam war began to end
people were being born and dying all over the place
the world never ran out of ratbags and heroes
the villains were captured punished rehabilitated or executed
new ones were waiting in the wings
here in this house
where i slept on the couch
everything was seeming a long way away
everynight now
we would smoke from terrys 30 dollar deal
and listen to jazz records
erroll garners concert by the sea
coltrane and all that
the house had a real fireplace
and a vaulted roof with huge skylights
it was some sixties architectural triumph
an award winning holiday home
set in tropical garden setting
absolute beach front
everything about them was exactly right
im surprised you like me i’d confess when i was stoned
so are we they said and laughed
youre just so good at everything i’d moan
gentle laughter from the twins
youre only 19 said terry
so are you! i said
you said to them
it was like you wanted to make them aware of something
something that you wanted to threaten them with…
no not threaten
you wanted to warn them
warn them to never grow up and leave this house
warn them to remain in the hurly burly
and how could you never show them
that what was a dreamtime for you
for them was just another day in a holiday
with a bloke they met from canberra
whos chipping in for chips and bread and cornflakes
and sleeping on their couch
in the morning i awake
i still feel stoned and dreaming
i get up and float about this house
look out over the brilliant glittering pacific ocean
stand on the deck out in the back yard
lie in the hammock sipping on a fanta
its real orange juice in fanta i tell them
more of their soft laughter
they turn their heads slowly in this particular way
i try to mimic it still
i wonder how it looks on me
a thousand idiosyncracies i observed them to have
and each one i tried to duplicate
the cadence of their sentences
their lazy beach twang and slang
the way they held themselves
their deliberate movements
their tousled hair
terrys longer than his sisters
and gone a bit woolly from the surf
they both pulled it behind their ears
they seemed not of that century
that twentieth century they were in
in the back garden terrys surfboards
a big one and a little one
the sand shows between the patches of grass
red flowers growing on a trellis vine
a clothesline
with the twins mostly white clothes
hanging in the seabreeze fading whiter still
beyond that the beach
already picnickers and bathers
already flags and lifesavers
already surfers and sunburners
the beach that we never had in canberra
the beach i missed so much without even knowing i did
the glamourous suntanned laissez-faire hippy surfy beach
the people walk around in next to nothing even at the bank
theres motel pools and travelling fairs and blow-ins from melbourne
theres greasy fast food and one chinese and one italian restaurant
theres a couple of bottle shops open well into the long dusk
even when nothings really happening
even on still rainy weeknights and early sunday mornings
even on hot saturday evenings at the pub
there is always possibility
possibility someone new will arrive
possibility of storms
possibilty of violence
possibilty of sex
possibility to get lost here
you could see the ones who stayed on
who tried to live the dream everyday
the palmtree tidal pool hurricanes pina colada dream
they had long ago grown immune to the towns charms
they came n went to their dismal offices
oblivious now to the sea and the air and the holiday being waged
real estate men who came up from the big smoke
a retired doctor
weekenders who no one knows
the raymonds who have always lived here
what is it to me all these details
cant i stop amassing all these details
do i have to know the name and motivation
for everyone in the crowding extras
but every story suggests another hundred stories
here in this time where stories were created
i put on the radio softly in the kitchen
king astrals hit single
a kinda surfy psychedelica
even on this transistor radio the bass guitar pumps n bops
imagine you think
hearing your song on the radio
then youd be happy
then you could have a rest
everything would fall into place forever
invites to parties
special tables in cafes
excuses alibis n justifications
it seemed like the zenith of mans achievement
a song on the radio you played on
all those people listening to you and the lads
how does it feel i questioned him
good he said and shrugged
it doesnt look like you think its that good i say
what the fuck do you want me to do man? he laughs
terri laughs
you idolize him dont you ,steve?
thats all right terry says
somebody has to terri says
they laugh again
envy withers in their laughter
when will i ever learn i wondered

36 Responses to “hurly burly 5”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 3:53 am #

    X *

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    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 4:10 am #

    wow! SK!..beautiful stuff!There’s no such thing as coincidence,so I’d say you are on the right track.brilliant writing,as per usual,Thank-you! 🙂 …/jb . x3? lucky last.. just fer good measure . love .

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    craig1.618 | 7 October 2007 at 4:23 am #

    out on some parallel i imagine…..

    ziggy’s guitar and the spiders from mars

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    Centuryhouse | 7 October 2007 at 5:22 am #

    Jeez, that is just sheer brilliance.

    You probably know by now that I’m not a yes-man or a sycophant, so know that I totally mean that about it being brilliant.

    Ray Bradbury is one of my all time favorite authors. Your writing here rubs shoulders with his work. Your style is distinct – but similar to his in it’s free association, evocative qualities, dreaminess, etc.

    Nice work, again.

    Daniel W.

  5. avatar
    isolde | 7 October 2007 at 5:27 am #

    champion ruby roll up tuesdee

    alpine lights moonlit nights

    marlboro reds burleigh heads

    winfield blue and a wave or two

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    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 5:31 am #

    and then everything would fall into place forever

    i remember feeling that about other things and then when you get what you dreamed of, the goalposts move. don’t they?

    the hurly burly series is a masterpiece and i want more.

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    Montezeuma's | 7 October 2007 at 5:36 am #

    do not imagine for one minute SK that they aren’t as blown away,by your PRESENCE,AND SOUL ,as you are by them….just wait til you let it slip,that you are actually THE ONE AND ONLY STEVEN KILBEY!

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    JONNY NOT YET SO HOLLYWOODISH | 7 October 2007 at 6:15 am #

    waiting waiting for Hurly Burly 6…

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    Thelonious | 7 October 2007 at 6:15 am #

    Sk, so good, its killing me. I can smell the coconut of the boardwax. Great stuff. I’ve got mixed feelings though about this entry. It makes me feel happier whilst I’m here on my own at work but makes me long to get out & go to the beach TODAY!! I love how through this whole story theres something intangible, something unsaid & mysterious flowing through it. Thanks SK.

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    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 7:56 am #

    right…that’s it!…you are in big trouble mister!…just how is it possible that a mathemusical wordsmithing,stunning genius,is humbled by a couupla surfers?…Tis the mirror SK! ….everything that you see,and admire about these terri-bull twins is a reflection of you{sept maybe her boobies,yes?}I happen to know a very difficult woman{my oldest sister}who finds it hard to say anything nice about anybody except herself…and ya know?even she says that you are a damned brilliant bass player..and coz shes not really an arty farty kinda girl{except for lighting n rock nroll..and wouldnt quite compliment god on an “okay creation{the universe}” ……you are most excellent…they must have big ears to put all that hair behind em…i cant really do that?!i have tthe littlest ears! thats something I’d understand jealousy for…my kingdom for a pair of big ears!!!!…oh dear….mmmm….brain fry…love it!love your tale! yer mooooosic!…love yer art!…you are such a lovely soul SK! really looking forward to hurley burley 6 ,7,8,9,etc..and so on ,aby so long by so much{wasnt that an “angels”song lyric,or was it winnie to you,on this,yet,another stellar evening!…as always,gen xxxxx

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    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 8:42 am #

    P.S. BIG STORM! el HUGO!right here,right now! yeeeeeeeeeehah!….gen xxxxx

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    ...being here, doing this... | 7 October 2007 at 9:35 am #

    “when will i ever learn i wondered


    From – Robert Feldhaus

    “those qualities
    we are attracted to
    in other people
    are our own,
    positive qualities”


  13. avatar
    Faye | 7 October 2007 at 9:51 am #

    spot on sk!.just beautiful!Thank-you! More? please?and love . xo

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 11:12 am #

    would you believe that i cried when i read what you wrote today…
    love always, forever
    -The Hellbound Heart

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 11:32 am #

    this is really special stuff SK…purely and simply,MAGIC!…blessings to you. love . Constance x

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 11:38 am #

    i want to know if this is true, a bit true or false

  17. avatar
    gareth,notts | 7 October 2007 at 12:58 pm #

    terry n terri,sound like steve and his muse…..

  18. avatar
    fantasticandy | 7 October 2007 at 1:29 pm #

    you nailed it!
    or close to…..
    yeah, ray bradbury!
    very similar.
    but maybe…
    just maybe…even..better?
    andy L.

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 2:17 pm #

    THATS COOL!* x

  20. avatar
    wow! | 7 October 2007 at 2:20 pm #

    Thank you SK! wow! a big compliment,yes.

  21. avatar
    Candy | 7 October 2007 at 2:34 pm #

    sweet sticky buddy’s ,rolled up in this joint. cookies n cream. midmight fridge raiders. Terri fic! xo

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    veleska1970 | 7 October 2007 at 2:39 pm #

    to being here, doing this: i’ve heard that quote before~~it is very appropriate for today’s installment.

    and i’m anxiously awaiting the next one. 🙂

    lotza love….

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 3:26 pm #

    Jesus, i see not much has changed. ..enuff with the genius crap…please. I really use to love you , now I’m seeing we are not at all alike. Your life of wanton glory and fame…??? whatever…. too much privelege and arrogance- that won’t cut it for me. Bradbury? whatever… Over-rated as well….come on, try to move ME- just fuckin try….this is just silliness. Too much insulation.

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    Centuryhouse | 7 October 2007 at 4:02 pm #

    Anonymous said: “whatever…. too much privelege and arrogance- that won’t cut it for me. Bradbury? whatever… Over-rated as well….come on, try to move ME- just fuckin try….this is just silliness.”


    I would say that “privilege & arrogance” seem to come through more in this anonymous poster’s words than they do in Steve’s Hurly Burly blog.

    If Ray Bradbury or SK don’t work for you, then move on and maybe something else will.

    Attempting to bait or smear SK doesn’t improve your life or anyone else’s so why do it? It demeans YOU to stay here claiming you don’t care, while you obviously care enough to stay and post.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 4:09 pm #

    BRAVO SK! brilliant blogge!You are an incredible genius !..Thank-you!…xxA

  26. avatar
    davem | 7 October 2007 at 4:45 pm #

    I don’t think my Mother would’ve cared much for Terry and I’m going right off him myself. Any chance you can kill him off in HB6 SK?

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    Brien Comerford | 7 October 2007 at 7:42 pm #

    These episodes are truly tantalizing. There is always so much time travel. I love it when music critics are always vexed but complimentary about Sk’s opaque wordplay. I think they are referring to the opulence of his wordplay and vocabulary.

    The Church was Radiohead before radiohead was Radiohead. Hologram of Baal and Sometime Anywhere predate their counterparts The Bends and OK Computer.
    “Fly Home” is one of Marty’s finest performances. SK adjourns the journey with the gloriously mystical and mindblowing/altering “The Dead Man’s Dream.”

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    Queen Hatshepsut | 7 October 2007 at 7:44 pm #

    do you feel Steven
    as you’ve grown older
    you admire qualities in people
    more or less?
    i feel it less
    not so much because i think i have
    reached the apex of maslow’s hierarchy of needs
    but because i have just accepted
    my own self, talents and flaws and all.
    just a thought.

    p.s. this does not mean i don’t want to escape myself however. that desire seems to happen on daily basis.

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    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 10:55 pm #

    good morning Mr.K!…having a lush day?…hope so!…I must say,this little jaunt,is rather smashing!…you are particularly brilliant when it comes to this kinda thing…when dear old vishnu was handing out the gifts,you musta benn pretty close to the front of the line,yeah?…pity the poor bugger who was in the line after you!twas probablygeorge bush..ha ha!…looking very forward to more hurley burley,today{hopefully?}can they go to luna park?or to the opera house,on a quest to find the pieces of my shins that i left tthere in 89?{those stairs are a killer,if yer not concentrating,and yer in a hurry!…one must learn to tumble gracefully DARLING!…a terribly hot day up here,and humid already…mmmm,gonna get another storm,i think{cos the pressure in the air gives me a weird sensation in my head}…love,and inspiration to you this morning,as always,gen xxxxx

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 October 2007 at 11:31 pm #

    i’m drunk and this is brilliant.


  31. avatar
    X.... | 8 October 2007 at 12:31 am #

    ellente el presidente! X love . ;)))

  32. avatar
    knot | 8 October 2007 at 1:11 am #

    if you had only one word,
    would it be the last?

  33. avatar
    lily was here | 8 October 2007 at 1:12 am #

    LOL Davem,

    Steve, there’s a ticket with your name on it that says ‘artistic destination achieved’… bury me deep in the hurly burly of love

    Sue x

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 1:26 am #

    Proba billy tea!!

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 2:55 am #

    Koppesy’s got that great distant look too.

    Dutch Pierre

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 October 2007 at 3:23 am #

    where are you? :((( x

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