posted on May 30, 2011 at 1:15 pm

gonna fly fly fly somewhere

why do you come here looking for me

you should know by now that i’m gone

naive believer just follow that star

mars or andromeda its all the same

here is the mystery in black velvet boxes

and here is the trick all explained

and here is the afternoon just as i left it

five six seven eight

cloak yourself in sweet affirmations

guard your soul with a spell

our power is waning in this western world

is it my skull or a dry gulch?

beautiful women kissed my eyes cold

a blow to the head of a beast

all the mad children can never go home

oh mr erskine oh  fleur-de-lys

its quiet at home now the spirits’ve  left

its quiet right here in my head

all of the voices that goaded me on

the subtle one and the one with a hiss

theres a disaster in all our good fortune

theres a shark in every sea

theres a new frank sinatra born every minute

excuse me theres a knock at my door

mr s kilbey? can you please sign here

sorry sir wheres your I D ?

can you make out this one please to my wife ?

temperature drop in downtown winterland

love somewhere else written in cursive

love somewhere else in a cave

love somewhere else in a purview or perfume

love somewhere else love somewhere else

open myself to the rays of a dog star

open myself to their moon

open myself to the raising of dead man

yeah four five six seven

some grinding machine dares to pierce this great silence

but its just swallowed down by the rain

my heart loses time  and the clock is slow beating

(open myself open myself)

yeah i remember the memories forgotten

all those impossible things

it renders me dumb and my dumbness is numb

thats why i talk all the time

the slenderest thread is the vaguest idea

the  new path of  the least restraint

the accused the witness the judge and the crime

the jack and the knave are the same thing

love somewhere else in a fabulous past

love somewhere else i dont know

love somewhere else in a packet of drug

excuse me theres a knock at the door

are you mr kilbey we’ve had a complaint

your charisma is blocking your drive

and some dark  misfortune is long overdue

im sorry mate…. can you sign this CD?

mr kilbey  please empty your mind

constable read him his rites

mr kilbey    here is your fine fine

life somewhere else life somewhere else

aint life a bitch sir with its fishnet and holes

oh aint life a bitch with its kiss

oh aint life a bitch just all over the place

love bites from another world

considering everything  all the mistakes

the dead ends end living the life

always alive if you live in the future

love somewhere else love somewhere else

child come unto me  i am thy son

sister know i am thy man

the swans and the butterflies the idyl at noon

life somewhere else life somewhere else

the wind then disturbs our mutual reverie

the wind that comes under the door

the wind in the walls is laughing your name

five six seven eight

oh i miss everyday i no longer have

and i miss every night if i sleep

and i miss the messes  i made of this life

the recipes and the boulevards

love somewhere else where young summer is king

love somewhere else inner book

love somewhere else in a fictionist fragment

love in a doorway love on demand

i think of one thing and i burn in my anger

i think of one thing burn in lust

yet all of my thoughts are spectral illusions

think of one thing life somewhere else

it took me 2 hours to write this all down

i took me to roam and  to rue

it took me to realise that i didnt know

now six seven eight and nine

love somewhere else in a car or a barroom

love somewhere else in a shot

love somewhere else on a burnt DVD

love somewhere else love somewhere else

i must get ready to do something somewhere

i must get ready to leave

i must get ready counting my blessings

excuse me theres a knock at the door

oh hello my friend the lord sent me here

i speak yes from my highest hoarse

which messiah is in your complex

is it jesus or satan or ba’al or ducatti ?

the eden i offer is  discretely discreet

the tickets are so hard to find

now which is a god for the god of your head

is it set or jehovah or thoth or temptation

paradise lost still has vacant lots

i can open some heaven for you

life on this earth is threaded with dread

wouldnt you like life somewhere else?

open myself to the earth and cold ether

open myself to the rain

open myself to love somewhere else

now six seven eight nine

love somewhere else open myself

life somewhere else seven eight

open myself five six

life somewhere else love somewhere else

five six seven eight







25 Responses to “look back in astonishment”

  1. avatar
    Ess | 30 May 2011 at 1:37 pm #

    really love this

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 30 May 2011 at 4:42 pm #

    If we fall together from this height, would we shatter?
    If we dreamt together this night, would it matter?
    If we dialed the same number, would anyone answer?
    If darkness remained unnoticed, does light remained filtered?

    I could never garnish the strength to question why…
    I would sleep if the tears slowly begun to dry…
    I should make sense of it all, if only I was asked to try…

    They scorned us from so many miles afar.
    They judged us when simplicity shined as a star.
    They poured their hearts into words to prove they cared.
    They marginalized opinions to prove who was fair.

    Weary and weakened-victims fall as prey
    Vague ideals-passionless performed plays
    Systematic spontaneity-immersed within a cause
    Synchronized society- is the blame for it all

    Be well and happy, my far away friend
    It was really all about the words
    Written, belonging, forgiveness, my longing-to remain relevant once again

    Darrin K.

    • avatar
      Once | 31 May 2011 at 6:49 am #

      I like this very much Darrin, welcome back.

      D dog (lol)

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    Karen | 30 May 2011 at 6:39 pm #

    ahuh threaded with dread

    is it a bird is it a plane no its super steve
    fly fly on kilbird

  4. avatar
    Boriah | 30 May 2011 at 7:20 pm #

    “Who’s the one with the diplomat fetish?
    Who’s the one with the burnt out sun?
    Who’s the one with the doomsday message?
    Now tell me who is the one?

    Who’s the one with the multiple endings?
    Who’s the one when the race has begun?
    Who’s the one when the patent is pending?
    Now tell me who is the one?”

    My fav song from “Pharmakoi” and absofuckinglutely brilliant lyrics. That patent is still pending.


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    Jasperina | 30 May 2011 at 7:35 pm #

    Seems the best kind of prose to read with your slippers on!Poetry like a rain dance opening the heavens with spiritual nourishment. I especially liked Beautiful women kissed my eyes closed. . .I love to read your prose. They are your words but there is that magic moment that comes from what I then imagine.The spell is cast and a kaleidoscopic world unfolds

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    Jmb066 | 30 May 2011 at 8:55 pm #

    We come here looking for you
    for your words of wisdom, stories past and future
    escape from life here
    life somewhere else
    wherever your going we get to come along
    you words and music will always be with us
    my daily fix
    my drug of choice
    music, poetry, art.
    You’ve got it all
    and its all here for us
    I come here looking for you for inspiration
    and to escape life here

    Life somwehere else
    courtesy of Steve Kilbey

    Forever Grateful,


    • avatar
      princey | 31 May 2011 at 9:56 am #

      I second that emotion, courtesy of Jason 🙂

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    Cocoamo | 30 May 2011 at 9:56 pm #

    Once again I am impressed. How many people know the difference between discrete and discreet? Few, I am sure.

    But forgive me. You cast a sweeping spell, and instead of embracing a dreamlike state, I pick analytically at trivialities along the margins (but in a good way?).

    Your friend in Pennsylvania

  8. avatar
    Lara | 30 May 2011 at 10:18 pm #


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    Heather daydream | 30 May 2011 at 10:57 pm #

    been meandering through your site agin…you’re right about margot smith..thanks for the tracks, i really enjoy them

  10. avatar
    matthew | 31 May 2011 at 12:33 am #

    gosh darn you, you genius. that was just fabulous.

  11. avatar
    Steven Krut | 31 May 2011 at 1:53 am #

    I’m always impressed by the way ideas just flow out of you like the mysterious source of some sacred river. I’m a fan of you because of the way your mind engages with the universe/reality as much as for everything else.

    Been listening to White Magic a lot lately. I like how the songs pay tribute to your influences. Mountain might be my favorite at the moment. I like the gospel-ish mood of it.

  12. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 31 May 2011 at 2:52 am #

    memorial day blues, I want some memories in future tense 🙂

  13. avatar
    Once | 31 May 2011 at 5:02 am #

    Diva for the day movie marathon
    So many women scorned
    She shreds his clothes and he moves out
    She breaks into his house and he goes to court
    She drives a car through his living room oh the last straw
    He divorces her and marries someone else
    She shoots them both dead in their marital bed
    That’s what happens when you make someone your identity, Betty
    That’s what happens when you don’t stick to the plan, Dan
    I broke some wineglasses once, shocked myself
    No, I don’t do things like that
    I still regret it they were actually quite nice
    Specially ordered and personalized
    Yeah, I was good at the little things
    We had a lot of parties, I was quite the chef
    Perfect medium rare and our lives overdone
    Who was I, that I lived like that? You know
    That people who drink together are missing the point
    You can’t hide your fear in a pretty glass
    And you can’t be validated by some shameless ass
    And you can’t make it better until you’re alone
    I got there and no one died, poor Betty poor Dan
    The only casualty was my trust in man
    Oh, and those nice glasses
    Love somewhere else

    • avatar
      Once | 31 May 2011 at 5:21 am #

      …they made such a beautiful sound when they shattered.

  14. avatar
    Ess | 31 May 2011 at 10:10 am #

    I keep coming back because
    in the opining of the opinion of the maligning malignants
    from the whining of limpets, of vacuous widgets
    of malingering opportunists and ranting aberrant rivulets
    and most malicious of aspirants and doddering sycophants
    with pedestals they won’t abrogate and politics they profligate
    the phone rings in silence, the incoming is outgoing
    if i issue a command they will throw me an exclaim
    but if i leave you with your mind they will show me their hind
    they want print in black or white and orders to the highest
    i want tangerine and turquoise and paisley floral showers
    they want authoritative lobotomies, i want laissez faire and pondering
    i want shoes without a scent in a game of leather bound
    they want me in the morning and I want you in my night
    I offer lines from my palm, they want collective cowering sheep
    i could sit here write now and offer a dictation
    i could tell the world its name and proffer its salvation
    i could cut and paste denouements for all the world’s enigmas
    but then my mirrors would fog and the systems would clog
    and i would wake in a bed with a motley frog
    all i can know is
    that when you wander deep inside and mine your own digs
    and stake your own claim that might seem insane
    and stick your own flag on your own weary mountain
    and travel down and back, and down and back again
    that is all I know

  15. avatar
    hellbound heart | 31 May 2011 at 8:33 pm #

    beautiful, remarkable……

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    Anonymous | 1 June 2011 at 3:12 pm #

    ‘yet all of my thoughts are spectral illusions’

    what a killer line.

    steve i’m reading china meilvilles new book embassy town, which i think you would really enjoy. keep safe.

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    Guitarbarella Manestar | 3 June 2011 at 11:23 am #

    now which is a god for the god of your head

    is it set or jehovah or thoth or temptation

    paradise lost still has vacant lots

    i can open some heaven for you

    life on this earth is threaded with dread….” “bloody hell, that Milton ref… Gees I’m pissed off I didn’t think of that line ;oP Freaken freaken genius poem.. I HATE you!!! ( just joking)

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