posted on January 3, 2008 at 8:31 am

thats right
what do you want
ok its ok
i mean
i guess
i s’pose
rock n roll
pits in my heart
chunks gone
gadgetted up for weeks
are you with me
mind music baby the black hole stars remember
she turns in midnights harbour
powers ending broken
moths around a summer
cracking back the blacksky
dont let me see you
dont let me catch you
dont know my own grown strength
dont own this strength at all
night is a version
pullabout frames collapsible net
sunstruck unstuck heatstroke
thats all right for you
i wish the clouds
i hope the shadow
i think the dark
baby let me see
try now try now
watertight in the aquatics mesh
fractured mambo voodoo juju go go dodo zoo
i torture you lulu
damn it
illa warra
go blitzen n crimper
go mercury and hermies
go bobcats go manx go abroad
gimme some clue
go home boy
get it in
chop it
hash it
blow it
keep it alight
all night
a newman

20 Responses to “in fact, not”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 January 2008 at 9:18 am #


    Happy Neu Year.


  2. avatar
    princey | 3 January 2008 at 10:11 am #

    Please keep it alight, alright!
    love Amanda

  3. avatar
    linjo | 3 January 2008 at 10:26 am #

    I picked up an old Nirvana video yesterday from the tip shop of all places, thought the boys would like. KC was so scornful of his success and adulation. Seemed to parody himself and sing as off key as he liked but the masses still went berserk. He collapsing and crawling around smashing things, a total drug fucked mess. For someone to get over a drug addiction like that must be the most liberating success. Suppose life goes on and you forget the hell. I only know the hell of ciggie addiction and binge drinking occasionally and hate myself for being so damn weak but there is always a milestone, when this is over then I do it and then something else comes along to allow me to keep doing it. Pathetic! but never complacent

  4. avatar
    public savant | 3 January 2008 at 11:03 am #

    I think
    or at least sense
    in a blindly stumbling fashion
    befitting 2008
    that this blog’s reading level
    has just been bumped
    to high genius
    but sadly i don’t smoke
    unless of course i’m in the country
    like i was on the weekend
    amongst the western district plains
    with their improbable crop one day bound
    I suppose
    for the insides of some huge ship
    anchored coyly in the bay
    i avoid dope
    unless i’m in one of these unsolicited situations
    (where the last thing i need
    is that dull, sleepy anxiety
    offered by sticky heads
    o it is irritating
    akin to ill-fitting clothing
    or a hooting neighbourhood dog
    penetrating slumber
    whatever happened to good old hash?)
    yes an unwanted and ludicrous assemblage
    with 3 fellows whose grandfathers would have stood there
    on a Sunday
    in front of the publican’s Buick
    featureless with brim but smiling blackly for the camera
    surrounded by thirty distracted rabbits
    half of them swinging on a bloodied line suspended between the men
    the other half
    seeping into the foreground tyre tracks
    then i’ll have a wee toke
    when it’s total blackness outside
    squinting out the window i sat beside in the twin-cab ute
    a blackness from which I derived a certain comfort
    better anyway than gawking at the hubristic sweep of the high-beams
    like we were all leaning towards the footlights of some macabre little play
    where the entry from stage left of a doomed roo is being deliberately withheld
    for dramatic effect
    farm boy clearly enjoying the anticipation
    squeezing and tweaking the steering wheel
    peering beyond the glow
    yes the cabin had gone quiet
    save for the rhythmic sucking of beer
    and the occasional, desultory release of gas
    and I casually lifted a corner of my shirt collar to my face
    in the hope of a little burst of Polo Black
    I got it
    but as soon as I dropped the fabric away acrid maleness seeped back into my sinuses
    like municipal pool water
    next to me another farm boy had decided
    it was time to bring out the ganja
    he formed that archetypal hunch over his tin
    he set about rubbing and pinching the weed
    pausing for sudden bumps and swerves like a patient
    put-upon apothecary
    irritated by the joy he derived from the self-important little ritual
    but honoured to receive the first offering
    it was with solemnity that I set the thing alight
    and thereby removed my ability
    almost immediately
    to ignore oafishness
    to pretend amusement
    to embrace the stunted scatology
    to deny the moderate mental retardation
    which ironically
    has befallen this blog reader’s
    reading level

  5. avatar
    lily was here | 3 January 2008 at 1:28 pm #

    Thank you sir
    I enjoyed the beat.
    Looks like our Killer’s
    been ‘out on the street’


  6. avatar
    veleska1970 | 3 January 2008 at 3:00 pm #

    a newman”
    is this an encrypted hint that newman will be returning? been a while since he’s visited us. 😉

    “what do you want”
    what do i want? what do you want me to want~~something that means something. and i have no trouble finding meaningful things here. 🙂

    lotza love…..

  7. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 3 January 2008 at 3:35 pm #

    Have U escaped thru the Looking-Glass?
    Try door no 2. A sentimental journey in a little blue car or… Door no3. Nature in abundance.

    Each to their own……..

  8. avatar
    Cee | 3 January 2008 at 4:27 pm #

    I love it when the killer speaks in code

  9. avatar
    john foxx | 3 January 2008 at 5:11 pm #

    it’s “She moves towards me endlessly”…

  10. avatar
    John | 3 January 2008 at 8:13 pm #


    John Garratt

  11. avatar
    davem | 3 January 2008 at 8:28 pm #

    I’ve had a shite day, but that’s dig-able a bull baybee…I know how I’m going to spend my night.
    Gratefully yours,

    Balding of middle(age spread) england

  12. avatar
    princey | 3 January 2008 at 9:54 pm #

    Have a great time in QLD tonight sk, that Divinyls gig here in Melby seems so long ago now, I really miss you! God I’d love to hear “Destination” one more time, loud and live, when are the Church coming back???
    Will the Time Being have time to write to us before leaving????
    Have a safe flight and the rest…

  13. avatar
    MEM | 3 January 2008 at 11:51 pm #

    let’s see…
    keeping me straight
    #1 my lungs
    #2 the language
    #3 the visuals
    #4 the audio
    #5 my mind lithe wet,
    lithe like a serpents tongue,
    waiting to be parted,
    waiting to be kissed…
    #6 the night we allude,
    the same wet city night
    reverse of image
    #7 am i advancing or
    am i returning from mordor?

    time tells all…

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 January 2008 at 1:41 am #

    This is what success sounds like. This is the real deal.

    Go to this blog and download this Church show:

    This is an incredible document of what the Church sounded like live. It’s too fast in places, it’s loud, it’s exciting, and it’s a pale substitute for having been there, but I listened to this thing today and my hair stood up on my neck.

    It is that good, and Killer–you played bass like it was meant to be played. You played those songs and sang with whatever was left of your voice and it is something you should be proud of.

  15. avatar
    veleska1970 | 4 January 2008 at 2:54 am #

    thank you anon, 12:41. i do not read anonymous comments, but in scanning down to look for the ones i DO read, my eyes saw your link.

  16. avatar
    melissa | 4 January 2008 at 6:44 am #

    How blissful ’tis to spend a quiet, uninterrupted hour or two catching up on all TTB I’ve missed out on over the past week or so. Makes me realise how much I love and appreciate visiting this lovely oasis.

    Thankyou 🙂

    oooh, and I read Amanda/Melby Symon talking about an SK solo show in Melbo in Febuary?? Sounds wonderful 😀

  17. avatar
    PAGEY | 4 January 2008 at 8:45 am #

    that’s life

    why do all these people write so many comments. Argh. great post. succinct life! period.

  18. avatar
    fantasticandy | 4 January 2008 at 1:03 pm #

    i often comment as a sign of aknowlegement.
    it seems the polite thing to do considering the amount of time and effort steve puts in.
    it fact the only reason i’m posting this today is as a response to your comment pagey!

    there is of course the ‘community’
    aspect to this whole thing too….
    and i must admit..i very much enjoy being a part of it.
    luv to all,
    andy L.

  19. avatar
    isolde | 4 January 2008 at 3:44 pm #

    hot shirt sk

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 January 2008 at 3:52 pm #

    Hard to imagine that some people here are only just hearing the ’88 New York gig. I’m jealous – I remember how wonderful I thought it was the first time I heard it. Lucky, lucky, lucky!

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