posted on March 15, 2008 at 8:24 pm

after journeying thousand lightwaves
time being in excelsis
yer breaking up
myriad stained glassed lives
falling alone
amazed by what i am
crawling into the patterns left
my little wife holds me as i leaving
somewhere where she is….
i have left the first circle behind me know
voices whisper beware time being
my lost paintings have found me out here
tumble through the florid hues
violet, violet blue, oh magenta, oh fluorescent orange
my steve kilbey face collapses
my hands shaking
oh my shoulders aching aching aching
does his little wife know how he aches out here…?
who can relay this message back to her?
whats this ones name?
careful boys, hes still warm n breathing…
someone musta made a mistake me lovelies
i dont know abaht none of that, my sweeties
i just process em as thet come in
i dont make the rules
n i dont ask no questions neever
surely he wont be allowed sir…….
look, my lovelies
wrap ‘im up n let god sort ‘im out
which god sir
which god do we fuckin’ send this geezer to…?
send ‘im to blinkin’ kali, my boys
send him all the way down th’ bloody line
watch you talkin’ ’bout there…?
this un cant be delivered….not yet
why not chief…?
well ‘is little bloody wife still ‘olding onto ‘im…for a start
no problem sir
send me send me
i’ll go sir
i’ll go up there n ‘ave a little talk with ‘er
no you bloody wont! no you bloody wont, you know
(many sibilant whispers)
this aint right….
whats ‘e think ‘e’s bloody doing
shut your row number 13
youre bloody unlucky, swot you are
‘e’s a jinx sir
chuck ‘im overboard sir
keelhaul the swab, mr bloody christian..!
easy as she goes , you pack of rats
(he ain’t dead yet this one….shhhh!)
dont like the sound of that cough sir
dont like the look of his bloomin’ fever
(sssh…they must know what theyre doing up there….eh?)
softly softly , lads
i dont like where this ones going though
shh sshhh keep your bloody mouves shut
oooh i keep shuddering though boys
shuddering at the thought of it
whats all that…?
thats ‘is bad bloody karma
see if ‘e can escape it this time then, eh?
‘ave the boys upstairs finished the paperwork, then?
not yet…so keep bloody working…
sir, kali says she dont wanna see ‘im yet
sir, she said send the bastard back
what the devil….?
sir, she said send the bastard back!
back to the little wife….
back to the flowers n the sky…
oooh ‘e’s a lucky one, our steven
give ‘im a kiss boys, ‘e’ll be back for long
dont none of you get no ideas now
(cor, think of it though…the wife…the flowers..)
(a chorus of disgruntled voices)
the sky…
the trees….
and the bloody clouds, lads, remember the clouds..
‘e dont bloody deserve it
‘e dont bloody deserve none of it!
kali said theres no such word as deserve
kali said shes still waiting patiently for ‘im
she’s in no bloody hurry, lads
look boys
stop talkin’ about bleedin’ kali
and ship this one back out
outbound sir
i am i am i am i am
like a snort of amnesia
up all of yer noses
not what the man in the street supposes

like an aphid in the roses…..

21 Responses to “la vrai morte”

  1. avatar
    craig1.618 | 15 March 2008 at 10:52 pm #

    reminds me of a line from “fear and loathing in las vegas” –

    “a high powered mutant never even considered for mass production…..too weird to live, too rare to die”

    brilliantly funny film it is………….and to top it off, hunter grew up on my street back home

    how’s them apples?

  2. avatar
    The Good Ripple | 15 March 2008 at 10:56 pm #

    That was great. Very inspiring, you should write pirate books fer kids as a sideline.

  3. avatar
    princey | 15 March 2008 at 11:28 pm #

    Awww, I wouldn’t let go either sk:)
    Just flash those baby blues and she’ll take you in, I’m sure!
    Have a beautiful Sunnyday
    Love and that,
    P.S Craig1.618, it’s so funny you mentioned “Fear and Loathing..” I watched it last night, one of my favourite movies too!

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 March 2008 at 11:56 pm #

    fine words to shutdown my saturday. and a funny day it was. starting with silly wiggling bunnies and ending up in a neo-gothic jugendstil-like church. formerly a church i should say, and now the Hieronymus Bosch art center. but it still looks like a church. sat there for almost three hours, with those strange creatures hanging from the ceiling. Bosch everywhere next to christian symbols and paintings. from my seat i had to look at the ass of the person that’s looking at his own ass all the time (there’s some consolation). meanwhile i was trying to focus on the Mattheüs Passion that was being performed. it wasn’t that easy…


  5. avatar
    heather | 16 March 2008 at 1:14 am #

    amnesia….hardly! Quite the opposite my friend; you take us to the crystal refreshing core of truth, on a good day; which this is…
    thanks again maestro, that was a great kickstart cure to a creeping bout of sorrow


  6. avatar
    isolde | 16 March 2008 at 2:10 am #

    on the subject of escape thought you might like to read here where gillian armstrong talks about making the harry houdini film,23739,23361722-5003420,00.html

  7. avatar
    steve kilbey | 16 March 2008 at 2:32 am #

    they got the wrong Guy
    trust me

  8. avatar
    the dean | 16 March 2008 at 5:09 am #

    bloody ‘ell!

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 March 2008 at 5:36 am #

    what a fantastic reading today. thanks my captain.

  10. avatar
    lily was here | 16 March 2008 at 6:17 am #

    Do you watch Life on Mars? Imagine being zapped back to the 70’s as your present day self! Jekylls great too, ABC tonite. Scary. Dont watch it by yourself.

    Who is the right Guy? I would’ve liked Gyllenhaal or someone closer in age 🙂 Did Houdini leave his wife a secret sign or did he change his mind? Maybe he got lost on the way out? Maybe she threw out that damn apple core.

    Is the truth our answer or do we blindly pass it on the way? Lots of questions but then again, it is Sunday


  11. avatar
    linjo | 16 March 2008 at 7:23 am #

    Movie set when HH about 50, so Pearcey is actually a lot younger. He’s such a chameleon.
    Hope you are going to hang around for a bit longer yet Steve.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 March 2008 at 9:55 am #

    love to be here when i can
    love to smoke these words with the morning
    you are the elevator man
    with the eye in the sun
    leave me this and that
    so kali would spit you out?

    supper’s ready

    luv baal

  13. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 16 March 2008 at 10:21 am #

    a definite undercurrent of mortality in this one…
    love always…

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 March 2008 at 10:41 am #

    love to be here every moment
    love to get drunk with these words in the morning
    you are the man, the legand
    with the eyes that of lake, of blue yonder
    leave me with elegance, and wonder
    so kali…

    luv L

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 March 2008 at 11:10 am #

    sincerest form or jus muckin about?


  16. avatar
    Daberhasher | 16 March 2008 at 11:17 am #

    just rekindled the fire in my woodstove this morning which hasn’t gone totally out since October, then read this fiery Cockney Buddhist Near Death Experience tale… whew…
    a fire burns, or as the bard Dylan said, “strap yourself to a tree with roots, you aint going nowhere…”



  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 March 2008 at 11:18 am #

    That’s natural . 😀 xobeautiful Captain!

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 March 2008 at 11:32 am #

    hi baal! to have fun! ^^


  19. avatar
    davem | 16 March 2008 at 2:20 pm #

    Gor blimey guv’nor…bit of an extreme way to find yer paintings.
    Gawd bless yer esskay, I’m off to have my soy jellied eeels and mash with liquor.
    Bloomin’ luvverly.

  20. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 16 March 2008 at 7:07 pm #

    I signed the petition against Peter Garett’s culling (slaughtering) of 400 or more NATIVE Kangaroos.

    Freaky conclusions is a delightful and enchanting CD. It sounds like SK accompanied by supreme Syd Barrett. The photo of a young SK with a kangaroo is edifying and apropos. Great sketches in the booklet too.

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2008 at 3:51 am #

    Where has all the velvety magic gone? Where is quiet winds when you don’t know the time of day? And all those books you read, do you know your neighbor? And the promises we keep to ourselves should stay forever…Why sorrow?? A failing plant goes not to seed again. It’s exactly as it tried. Little Ian is fine in heaven. All is good, my friend! di catherine from L.A. “valentinevictorian” P.S. I hope your Kali poem brings you resolution sometime…I long for another “Heyday” type album…bummer getting middle-aged.

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