posted on June 20, 2008 at 9:53 pm

the first time i saw you
standing under the rhomboid sun
rosewood and petal moss
little dapples of faded light
your machinery played on and on
and the music travelled in a straight line
picking up velocity and ferocity
notes you had released from the spellish air
as i touched you milesaway
as my fingers burrowed under the veneer
as i approached you in rapid suggestion
dont look at my music so closely you indicated
dont handle my appearance with your eyes
i am not for looking at
undismayed i undid what i had done
how my hands lingered on your softest symphony
how i unfastened the tiny chords binding
how i sang my own song deeper into your neck
all the time
flowers blooming in the misty rain
the vegetation is moist and ready
the streaming of constant flood
the entered entrance
an underground sea
a succession of notes ascenting
a blizzard of icy trumpet blasts
percolating percussion
oh your song streaks towards end of dawn
oh your song maintains its orbit around the sun
oh your song makes me want to fuck the day
oh your song has me hard and so fast
oh your song…..who wrote those words for you
who sat down and went through it over and over
who made you have slightly return
who banged out them lines baby
who gauged your gun and shot off a message
who dallied around the exit waiting for you to come
who showed you how that note was sung
oh your song is a song of surprise
who forced you to fade it out
oh you sing a lot of song for me you said
oh you sing a lot of fucking song baby child creature
do you worship the moon in its pink aureole
do you meddle with your settings ever
do you reassign love thus so easy
oh you sing a lot of nature
oh you sing a lot of creation
oh you sang this world into being
yes you sang
i sing my song forever
for all possible lovers
for the seekers
and for the dead
why do i sing for the dead you sang
can they still hear you sang in answer
listen listen listen a chorus of hushed voices
listen the dead listen she sang
the sweetest voice among them appeared
the dead dont listen yet they cant help but hear
he or she sang in a voice of glass and thorn and silver
the dead were hearing the song and some were answering
some were too sleepy and could not be bothered
some became the effulgence around the bursting moon
some became a ripple of semi quavers breathed on a flute
some became the thud of a drum
some spoke within quickening harp like sighs
oh you sing a lot of dead songs you dead they sang to each other
oh baby lets hasten away from here the dead all sang
and they smiled at you and you answer them in your song
oh baby dont make me die all over again
and this made the dead cry
and they answered you back in their own way
in their own song
and a mans voice burst through their mix
a mans voice singinging like honey
a mans voice sang from long ago
a mans voice so beautiful keening in the darkness
oh his wordless song
oh he sings a lot of song of life and death and life
oh he sings wordlessly of his own death
oh he sings so distantly
oh he sings an elegy for life
oh who wrote those wordless songs
oh who lets him burst in upon the other voices
sshh now listen you sang in my ear
sshh now the dead will listen to him too you whispered like a song
and what of the living i sang back
i sang back to all of them
and what of the living
short time living
long time dead
they sang back sadly
they sang as if in answer to my song
why did you sing that song you sang in whispers
the dead watched me sadly from their differences
the homeless dead finally finding a home
the rich dead
the poor dead
the singing dead
the sleeping dead
the dawn was finishing
and you sang now i must be leaving
and you sang that you were starving
and you sang that you were living
and you sang that you were singing
then the voices one by one they all faded
faded down and away away away
i only heard my own inside my ear
buzzing like a trapped thing
whispering singing questioning
sing another song it tried to say
sing another song? i said
sing another song to day

21 Responses to “inter sceptre”

  1. avatar
    fantasticandy | 20 June 2008 at 11:16 pm #


  2. avatar
    kat | 20 June 2008 at 11:25 pm #

    if i were to frame a blog, it would be this one 😉

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2008 at 1:19 am #

    thanks-The Grateful Dead.:) xo

  4. avatar
    veleska1970 | 21 June 2008 at 1:23 am #

    a very sensual and fluid blog today. like i’ve said before, you paint such beauty with your words.

    lotza love…

  5. avatar
    ross b | 21 June 2008 at 1:29 am #

    you’re awesome man, so poetic and sensual and you encompass the entire cosmos in one piece, the earth, the living, and the living dead..


    Enjoy the day & the sunshine(!), R.

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2008 at 2:08 am #

    I have no words.
    One of your best ever.

    Tampa, Fl

  7. avatar
    princey | 21 June 2008 at 6:23 am #

    This warmed the cockles of my little heart…..mmmm dreamy stuff, more please!
    love Amanda

  8. avatar
    iseult | 21 June 2008 at 7:47 am #

    isn’t this that opera
    that opera about a song
    a song who loved another song
    another song another day
    another day another night
    another night another light
    years away

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    Anonymous | 21 June 2008 at 8:16 am #

    I know your call amongst fog-horns and not fair fanfares and failure howling beacons. I know your call, a declaring alarm after the weakest seasons. I know your call amongst shackled hands and broken faces. I know your embrace which begins as pale as porcelain in untied veins and grows tighter and tighter descending to the heat of the land. I know your embrace, sultry fragrance from the mountains, subtle and gentle fall of wealthy fountains. I know the facts, superimposed ecclesiastical orgasms in a futureless faustian feast taken as an unique gift. I know your call, persuading whisper, song of Solomon, filled by hope like a child’s room, persisting like a pendulum clock, thick as an ethereal brick. I know your call when your voice slips sanctified, it’s almost evil in physical resonance. And your call grows wilder from the four cardinal points in modulated frequence. Your call which wakes me even if I don’t open the door. Your call which is on demand even though it’s just will. Your call which is in vain even if I surrender. Your call, waited even if nothing happens. Your call from the bending line of the sea, your Neptune’s dreams, your refusal to follow, your rising sorrow. Your impatient deep tone call, my thumping song of tomorrow.

  10. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 21 June 2008 at 9:13 am #

    love always…

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2008 at 10:17 am #




    jaime r………………….

  12. avatar
    Celticat | 21 June 2008 at 11:14 am #

    That was really rather special.

    Thankyou Steve


  13. avatar
    davem | 21 June 2008 at 11:17 am #


  14. avatar
    linjo | 21 June 2008 at 12:00 pm #

    Steve, primo male voice for me in aussie icons, you and Kav, Eskimo Joe, suppose that Michael Hutchence was totally amazing too. Amanda, Cheap Trick is touring later on in the year with umm err fuck um yeah Def Leppard, Put some sugar on it baybee !!!

  15. avatar
    princey | 21 June 2008 at 12:46 pm #

    Haha, linjo gee you’vegot a good memory! Only if the spunky Tom Petersson is playing basss!

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    Queen Hatshepsut | 21 June 2008 at 7:25 pm #

    “if i were to frame a blog, it would be this one. ;)”

    kat said it all – i have no other words. except perhaps…WOW. My synapses are firing on all speeds after reading this one!

  17. avatar
    Charlie | 21 June 2008 at 7:57 pm #


    Goldfrapp is coming to you side of the woods In October:

    Sunday 28th September – Melbourne – Parklife Festival
    Monday 29th September- Perth – Parklife Festival
    Saturday 4th October – Brisbane – Parklife Festival
    Sunday 5th October – Sydney – Parklife Festival”

  18. avatar
    tim | 21 June 2008 at 9:42 pm #

    allow me to press paypal

    that was magnificent mr. kilbey.

  19. avatar
    tim | 21 June 2008 at 10:08 pm #


    i like it without the delete bujtton ….you gptta get it rioght on the first take!

    good luck with that band…i’d offer but i am half a world away..

    stay safe.

  20. avatar
    heather | 21 June 2008 at 10:55 pm #

    I’m with, kat, and denise….

    and tim…..magnificent

    and davem…..thanks Steven


  21. avatar
    lily was here | 26 June 2008 at 10:58 am #

    The unnamed opera from a place beyond the stage..

    and the flame shall not flicker


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