posted on May 27, 2009 at 8:46 am

giving off heat
my eye blurred
crash in your street
like a baby bird
yeah like a starling
like a cowling
like a white wolfe howling
a thousand little pins on that angels head
a thousand little pricks that puncture her thread
weighed down like a rock and rolling
falling out of eden
falling out of braintree lane
a white thing moves across a screen
the phone rings
a hand answers
a mouth holds on far away
a voice comes on the line
a scratching sound like rats in a ceiling
a voice from the past wheezes into life
i cant stop it from starting up
the telegraph wire stretching in the sun
the voice appears to be coming from somewhere else
a city by a sea in a faraway time
when honest bold men sailed great ships full of treasure
and women sang in the fields and
dance in the bedrooms
and the prince scaled his beloveds wall
and they sat by a tranquil pool
and the moon came along singing that song
yes it was like the sound of the tides
and the king appeared
the king of brazil
and he walked down the mountain
in a cloud of cocaine
and his feathered slaves screamed in union
and feats were performed
and time was perforated along the edge
and jesus still in the amazon with his panther
and iggy pop in his silver pants sings
soul radiation in the dead of night….
and paris judges between power intelligence and love
and no one thinks to take all three
did the goddess of love really have to bribe him?
i mean
how goodlooking do you imagine helena troy to be?
and after the war
she justa went home
like nothing happened
but it wasnt her fault
she had just been a mortal bribe
a blushing bribe
she sings to paris
you made me love you
i didnt wanna do it
i didnt wanna do it
paris sings to her
your eyes
who sees
lies ahead
your mouth
who knows
eyes ahead
and then she sings
i love paris in the moonlite
i love paris in the fall
and he sings
i know this will end in tears…
the audience are the departed
and now even they have departed
steve kilbey has left the billows
the seapool is frothy like white wine
the morning pumps like an orgone accumulator
the raindrops pitter patter thinner fatter
we test drive an old bomb and it runs outta gas
we walk miles thru the rain in anycity
the grey and smoky blackbricked walls
the hopeless noise and dust
we all look up to the sky
the king of high brazil is a golden man
he is every race combined
he gracefully waves his sceptre
and the waves stop rolling
i am the new christ …he says in esperanto
so all can clearly understand
this is the new jerusalem/babylon
indicating a gated suburb of brasilia
a brief chariot ride
we watch the beheading of a sacrifice
we climb the one thousand steps to meet
the feather legged god of death
the king of high brazil says
lets get high
and he rolls up a one million euro note
and produces a small mirror
as i snort up eternity
i catch sight of myself
my tired old beak
my long droopy ears
my poisonous fangs
my bedraggled old wings
my blunt claws
my glaring third eye
am i such a monster ? i ask
only in certain lights…says the high king
and he slaps me on the back
do you know why you called that music the blurred crusade?
he asks me as we stand on a bridge between our two worlds
no …i say shrugging my shoulders…
he continues
because what we’re fighting for not even we understand…
i see all of high brazil stretched before me
go …he says
you have always been high brazilian
i walk off into the jungle
why its….lemuria…
i turn to look at the high king
hes high by now
very very high
drunk upon his throne of love
and beautiful naked angels too
doing a neo classical dance routine
yes my son
he says
high brazil
all for the price of one
the jungle opened and admitted me
snakes purred at my feet
monkeys followed me on twitter
jesus and his mangy panther
just like they always said it would be
when i was a childe

17 Responses to “laid waste”

  1. avatar
    Richard | 27 May 2009 at 12:40 pm #

    the thousand pins reminded me to give painkiller a spin, but then “maybe soon” came on…

    this really is quite a phase you’re going through young man

    is this where you live?

  2. avatar
    Freddie | 27 May 2009 at 2:16 pm #

    You’re crazy beyond the imagining m’Lord 😀
    Hope you continue to have a wonderful time in Lemuria
    y gracias por esta postal.

  3. avatar
    CSTCoach | 27 May 2009 at 3:38 pm #

    Finally had a chance to scribble down some thoughts on U#23. My apologies in advance for any musical terms i may have butchered. Tried to stick to what i know.

    It’s so longwinded that the comment software it wouldn’t let me post here. Best I can do is offer you the link, where I’ve put it up on my blog

  4. avatar
    John Garratt | 27 May 2009 at 4:04 pm #

    “crash in your street
    like a baby bird”

    I just saw, for the first time, a bird smack into something and then go into complete shock. It eventually woke up, probably because my daughter wouldn’t stop banging on these two big tin cans.

  5. avatar
    restaurant mark | 27 May 2009 at 6:19 pm #

    loved this one steve.

    we just got home from the hospital with sophia. very happy…now the work and sleepless nights begin…

    take care everyone and thanks for the congrats…much appreciated.

  6. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 27 May 2009 at 6:49 pm #

    Had an extremely painful nose surgery today. Nurses told me I spent too much time in the sun when I was young. Bandages covering a huge and horrid gash.

    Got home and listened To MACCA’s ambient masterpiece “Rushes”. He plays bass, guitar, keyboards, Mellotron and cymbals to perfection. I nose he’s very talented.

  7. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 27 May 2009 at 8:05 pm #

    Stunning, Steve!
    I know I’m terribly late on this, but I finally got Untitled #23 and it’s pure genius! I adore it. I admit, it took me several listens before I really warmed up to it. Now I can’t stop listening to it.

    Operetta just brings me so much nostalgia and feeling and memories…my favorites are Cobalt Blue, Dead Man’s Hand, Pangaea, Anchorage, Operetta…I think in time I will adore them all. Once again you guys have created a masterpiece (yes I’m fawning now).

    AND…it is always so good to hear your voice, your beautiful soft voice. 20+ years of hearing your voice and when I do it’s like hearing the voice of a long-held, dear friend.

    I look forward to seeing you guys in a few weeks at the Roxy in L.A.! Thanks and much love,

  8. avatar
    davem | 27 May 2009 at 8:55 pm #

    You wouldn’t want to crash in my street SK. You effing hate Brum.
    I’m chuffed to say my copy of yon KK arrived today. I’m only 4 tracks in. Bliss is the new killer release. How do you keep on doing it?
    Brien – good luck with your surgery matey.

  9. avatar
    fantasticandy | 27 May 2009 at 9:16 pm #

    ….and then you mentioned fucken’ twitter…………….

  10. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 27 May 2009 at 9:58 pm #

    go hit the amazon, jungle boy…..

    love always….

  11. avatar
    Richard | 27 May 2009 at 10:20 pm #


    you nose will be fine

    i checked with nostrildamus

  12. avatar
    frank | 27 May 2009 at 10:46 pm #

    I just listened to So Love May Find Us…very trippy and cool. I don’t know I one is allowed to pose a question here but I was wondering…given the prolific way you write lyrics and poetry….do you write the music to a song then lyrics, write the song to the lyrics or channnel them at the same time? Whatever it is it works.

  13. avatar
    heatherdaydream | 27 May 2009 at 11:11 pm #

    nice one this. Sorry to hear about your champagned eye – it must be weird. Has someone given you free tickets to Eno?

    lx kittyatxx

  14. avatar
    princey | 27 May 2009 at 11:27 pm #

    Wild one sk!
    Is your eye better today, hope it’s on the mend.
    I miss your morning postings, it seems like a such a loooooonnnggg wait ’til the next one(not complaining tho). Love Amanda

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2009 at 2:03 am #

    that was a great ride today – a total pleasure from start to end.
    you are a storyteller and a writer in my humble opinion and probably so much more…

  16. avatar
    ronbonham | 28 May 2009 at 4:54 am #

    “the morning pumps like an orgone accumulator”

    I like that line.

    Do you feel the Mercury going

    retrograde?? I do, got the wrong

    order in the drive through and

    didn’t get the word that there was

    no practice tontie. Riding it out

    goes direct on the May 31,

    something about that day??

    Hmm, John Bonham’s birthday and

    Ron Bonham’s as well. Roll on

    June and the US tour. Have I made a

    formal request for Anchorage? Or

    is it going to be #23’s Lay Low,

    played early on but never again??

    Ah, whatever y’all play I know it

    will be golden!

    PS Thanks for any good vibes sent
    my way, felt some kind of protection on Thursday late nite loading in gear after a show, ran into some really evil dudes and almost got jumped. We talked our way out of it, but man it was very dicey for a moment there!

  17. avatar
    Tim_G | 28 May 2009 at 7:35 am #

    Hi SK

    Pitchfork have finally reviewed U#23 – here’s the link:


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