posted on October 14, 2011 at 4:13 pm

A minor 7th

no mirror could reflect octobers grey eyes

no sky to hold its stars much less father a field

no meaning in its music which is birdsong and surf

no prophet in its sails no blue in its lagoon

no july in its june

no movement on earth as it hurtles ever on in darkness unmanned

no resistance to irresistible temptation …let it have us then

no scales to weigh good in one hand and evil in the other

no beautiful poem will shelter us from moloch or magog

too many words have been spilt already

too many warnings too many promises

too many times we wait until its too late

too late to tango too late to tangle with fate

too much bullshit not enough milk

too much fallout not enough bang

too much work not enough money

too much money not enough planet

too hot to be really cool anymore

too cool to be bothered  too detached to care

too soon too soon

soon the age of the elemental

soon the age of the child

soon the age you can fight in my  war

would you like one two or three…?

soon the fish will be hooking and cleaning themselves

soon the birds will fly away with the clouds

soon the east and the west will meet for dinner sometime

oh sorry it was all a mistake

oh good lets all be friends

oh thats all right for you

oh help me please i’m lost and alone

oh no i’m alright

i’m just a small boy on the wrong bus somewhere

its cold and raining outside

i feel the quiet and darkness

surround me like arms






35 Responses to “jim jim”

  1. avatar
    Alyona | 14 October 2011 at 4:54 pm #

    —i can’t find a landing deck for all my crashing jets—
    there’s a reason you singers/lyricists bleed so easily
    there’s a reason for your osmotic fragility
    there must be
    apical pulse in the fifth intercostal space — something unsettling right behind the sternum — follow with your fingertips — it’s usually slightly offset to the left — there must be a reason…
    is it because
    the larynx sits between the restless mind and the even more restless heart? — and the high voltage ripples between the two must always pass through it — the crossroads of the galaxy — the bull’s eye on the target

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      Jonny Hollywood | 15 October 2011 at 3:29 pm #

      nice wordage…

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        Anonymous | 16 October 2011 at 1:24 pm #

        first line was a quote — from a song’s lyrics, naturally… hence i address “lyricists” in plural — sk and someone else… osmotic fragility is a lab test — so i can’t claim credit even here…
        it’s not the wordage as much as the concept — or at least i was hoping so, asking no one in particular — a theory if you wish…
        i find it intriguing that vocal cords’ location indeed is in the crossfire between the focal points of thought and feeling — it’s vishuddha isn’t it? funny i remember this from almost 30 years ago (won’t pretend i remember how to write it in devanagari… there are 2 “sh” letters in that alphabet and i never knew the difference) — but think about it, the clashes —– or the other way around, synergistic amplification — between logic and passion — these tidal waves ought to do something to the voice box… right?

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 October 2011 at 6:33 pm #

    “too much bullshit and not enough milk”…I suffer from insomnia and its 3am here in Chicago, when I just read that line, I all but laughed myself right off my chair in my kitchen. That may be one of your more unique references yet. I see your doing a solo show, great publicity pic. You look rested and ready to attack and react. Its been pretty bleak performance wise here in the ole so windy city. Much love would be thrown your way if a solo trek across the states was obtainable. I know its only been since around a half a year, it would be great to see ya take on the Park West by yourself. A bit of comedy, storytelling, with a spray of acoustic endeavors. You most definitely would pack the place and from pass tours- we always have treated you kindly. Hell, we could make it an all day affair and throw in some site seeing…a fine meal…and an intimate gathering.

    Yeah, one can only wish big I guess. Any direct news on the ‘opera thingy’ being transfered to DVD for consumption. That’s the big one that we missed here in the states, but the church has always showed us true love, I hope you felt it back…especially from my fair city.

    Debating on seeing the ‘Aussie Pink Floyd Experience ‘ , it will play here in a week. Can’t say I would want to see a ‘ cover’ band of one of musics most influential. Makes me wonder if there are ‘church’ cover bands you have come across, and if so, what or how did it make you feel?

    Missing you here in the big city, fall is beautiful right now.

    Darrin K.

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    ilumio | 14 October 2011 at 6:44 pm #

    too further price I’ve won

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    Brian Ison | 14 October 2011 at 8:52 pm #

    Is it the time of season ol man winter centralizing into view
    Autumn is magic leaves in glorious hues of crimson, gold, rich earth..
    Love it

  5. avatar
    neptune | 14 October 2011 at 9:36 pm #

    too much doom can bring a girl down
    I plan to have a happy, happy day
    and count my blessings.

  6. avatar
    . | 14 October 2011 at 9:56 pm #

    i flew my dirigible over the polar ice caps, but they had melted away
    small birds perch on my railings, i haven’t seen land for four days now
    so beautiful they are with color, i’ll follow them on their next stage
    perhaps they will lead me back to hy brasil, under the milky way
    i managed to power my hi-fi with an interface from my panel display
    this kind of flying is perfect for lps, there’s not too much swaying
    or sudden movements in here to make the needle jump or cause a delay
    the merchant i bartered with last year had quite a collection, straight
    from the shops before the deluge, blood red vinyls, CDs, extended plays
    i have a few favorites and they keep me company as i patiently navigate
    these years in the wilderness, removed from what i knew, the human race
    echoes back to me through the grooves on these records and my memories
    some say that i’ve been dealt a deadman’s hand, but i kindly disagree

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    Anonymous | 15 October 2011 at 1:19 am #

    fragments of granite coloring the pictures in the same skies’ background overhead; but then you look back to something you thought was already said, and with corrections it became better after being re-read, so you look out the window and the sun’s out again as you pull back the covers from where you just slept.

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    so | 15 October 2011 at 3:02 am #

    when I was in school, I tested in that really really high range and as it was: I was pulled out, to be teased without mercy by the others while leaving, of my regular classes every day to go to a special teacher, Mrs. Hammerstrom. She taught us for half of each day from third through sixth grades — in her class we had a weekly assignment to find something somewhere out there in the world to bring to the others that could be discussed (there were five of us, my day was Thursday) — and unlike every other teacher (for which I was self conscious to the point of being extremely shy so always very quiet in their classes), if what we brought to her class could be discussed a zillion different ways, we got an A; also remembered as — if you got your answer from “a book,” she wasn’t interested. She would joyfully listen as we rattled on, and then someone else would gain their own perspective into what was being discussed and start rattling further, and then you’d just get to stop and listen as they went off… and it was so much fun because for all things you came up with to think on your own, there was company who you knew had thoughts even bigger and better, and then you’d have all this other stuff. and every day too

    anyway, if I could take one of your poems back to Mrs. Hammerstrom (and Donald and Wade and Stuart and Nina), everybody’d love the discussion(s).

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      thetimebeing | 15 October 2011 at 12:51 pm #

      take em the poems by all means

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 16 October 2011 at 2:13 am #

      what a fabulous teacher she is — special indeed… you guys are so incredibly lucky

  9. avatar
    Once | 15 October 2011 at 11:20 am #

    What it comes down to

    Is your silver shaking barely being prose

    Your electric expression shakes our current pose

    Nothing expresses and nothing regresses

    You know.

    Sequestered and final,

    Not available on vinyl

    We hear your life in a stream of lyrics

    That later become, a stream of just words

    And oh, when you tell us, doubt will fall

    Because we can never be you, our love our hero

    But you say

    You say

    And all of the symbols crash into reality,

    And all of the pain gets it’s say

    And we know you in spades, and we can never

    Touch you.

    Oh words so expressed,

    Are always the best

    I guess.

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 15 October 2011 at 12:48 pm #

      how are you donna ?

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        Once | 16 October 2011 at 6:35 am #

        If there’s one thing of which I am now certain, it is that every crisis in my life results in a revelation.

        Took the week off work and threw myself into activity – cooked, bought an entire fall wardrobe (on a budget) in 2 days, and took up jewelry making. This is ironic, because craft stores are decidely “un-rock n’ roll” – it’s just me and the new age cat ladies – but, coupled with my obession for shiny objects, I have found it truly satisfying, if not somewhat addictive. Having mastered the whole chain and connector link thing, today I bought mop shell nugget beads, freshwater pearls, “beading wire” and “crimp rings” (on the advice a cat lady) – not sure what will result from this, but I am rather excited.

        The revelation part? It’s not the material result of these activities that matters (although my fake leather jacket is super cool) – it’s the creation – of a dish, an outfit, a jewelry piece…in short, it’s self-expression that drives me and keeps me alive.

        It’s always been mine for the taking, but I never had the courage to do it till now (generally speaking) – ‘cept for writing obtuse poetry…

        In short, I feel good. I am embracing life. Little by little.

        Thank you for asking, Mr. K – you have inspired me more than you’ll ever know.

        (Oh, and ya gotta be clean n’ sober to do the jewelry thing – those jump rings are a bitch!)


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          Once | 16 October 2011 at 8:21 am #

          Oh, if I may add? That is the thing that shakes me so violently when people pass away – be it those who I don’t know, but whose talent I have appreciated, or those I’ve known and loved (cuz everyone has a talent of some sort, even if it is unnamed)- I am horrified that they can no longer express themselves on this plane.

          The thing I value most disappears.

          Then again – where does that “thing” come from? And who am I to say that the “other plane” isn’t the real source of the magic???

          Much love to all…

  10. avatar
    seeking comfort | 15 October 2011 at 12:31 pm #

    do the kids go to school year round down under? anyway, soon you’ll be hot and sweaty, the best laid plans will come to be, best always

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    Jonny Hollywood | 15 October 2011 at 3:44 pm #

    it should be jon jon not jim jim, my grandma lee on my dads side calls me jon jon and my half sisters as well for some reason, anyway steve steve i am still waiting waiting like never before 🙁

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 15 October 2011 at 3:48 pm #

    She’s all over my worried ‘radar’… Im glad you are reaching out also. I have a sadness inside when I read her contributions. She is so very special, as everyone is. I sent her some sonic medicine, hoping for some healing. I pray it worked, even if just a tiny bit. Im trying my best…from many miles away, wishing I could give her a big heartfelt hug.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 15 October 2011 at 3:52 pm #

      I know she will smile bright knowing you are concerned also…. I try my best, just wish there was more I could do.

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    Kraig | 15 October 2011 at 6:34 pm #

    too much crap music out there not enough SKP

  14. avatar
    davem | 15 October 2011 at 10:06 pm #

    Lovely stuff.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 October 2011 at 1:16 pm #

    Thank you..

    Darrin K.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 October 2011 at 7:16 pm #

    Cool Sara…where are you in these fine states??? I actually would like to see Glenn and Co. (GB3) hit all the intimate venues with a touch of Isidore since Jeffrey Cain (part 2 already…please) HAS TO BE done with that here in the U.S.A. , now that would be a fucking killer show !!!! We really miss ya Steve !!!

    One can only continue to keep wishing…

    Darrin K.

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 16 October 2011 at 8:20 pm #

      dream on darrin maybe one day……

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 17 October 2011 at 3:08 am #

        You know that you really helped that other situation out a lot. More than you can imagine. I know it would be difficult ( fiscally) to do a grand show such as that. Hey, I am a dreamer…what can I say. But you know I had a conversation some 10 odd years ago with a fellow fan and I told them that ‘ one day they will play P=A from coast to coast and when old flame-chaos-film close the set, I will have tears in my eyes.’ Well, this ‘fan’ bet me $20 that it would never happen. Not only was I right, I got my $20 a spenta it. On that glorious night last February at the merch table at ‘ye olde Park Wesr

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          BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 17 October 2011 at 3:17 am #

          …Park West. So don’t bet against me when it comes to predictions, I am a true blood Bohemian with a knack to seeing the future…LOL. Again, you really did something extraordinary last blog, it may not seem like it now…but I am hoping it will go a long way. And I was getting nervous there for a bit. And I was spot on what I wrote to you describing the setting- that was magic, in just a few words. I still feel overwhelmed, today- 24 hours later. I shared it all with my wife- and she said ‘ you always believed he was golden, even with all our tarnish…he proved you right again.


          Thanks again Steve !!!

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    Anonymous | 16 October 2011 at 8:26 pm #

    yes please do
    a drummer from my fav sd band asked to give him 3 “newish” bands — i gave him austra, musicexit and dn — added dn to make it up to 3 because i was out of ideas… well guess what — “that david neil was perfect” he said and i couldn’t believe it — it’s like nothing else he likes but it worked nontheless — so we’d be overjoyed to see david in california, ok sk? oh and other states as well

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    . | 16 October 2011 at 9:14 pm #

    the bus comes to an unexpected stop near some festival
    commotion and excitement grip the heart of the young boy
    the other passengers are frozen in their eternal still life
    their eyes are wide open, but they still don’t see
    the boy motions for all to come along to see the sights
    no one moves, except for the busdriver
    she realizes she’s been here before
    too many times before
    far too many
    off she goes

  19. avatar
    DavidP | 17 October 2011 at 9:08 am #

    too late for an old moondoggie to learn some new tricks?

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    Stewart | 17 October 2011 at 5:03 pm #

    I’m grateful for your generous sharing of your gifts.
    “Gold-like gleams the glance of the giver. Gold-lustre makes peace between moon and sun.” (Zarathustra)

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