posted on June 3, 2009 at 5:21 am

eye quack says
you damaged yer jelly my boy
50 per cent chance yer vision will always be blurry in that eye
he takes apart his model eye
and he explains how my jelly is no longer clear but clouded
clouded jelly in my eye
makes things furry my oh my
makes me curse n makes me sigh
clouded jelly in my eye
it accounts for the spots too and the snaky shadows
it accounts for the music that pours into me unbidden
it accounts for the new panther
reborn from the ashes
like a phoenix rising from a river
up from the pavement and into the stars
ad astra as my friend jules caesar used to say
this clouded jelly got me slurring n blurring my furry words
this miasma opaque
this retinal fog
this ” you mean my right eye gonna look like this?”
this its like a tinitus for the eye
a permanent blur
feel like i’m in a play
feel like the projectionist ‘as been drinkin’
feel like panicking….oh no oh no oh
feel like getting real high
like a fly
that you spy
when you die
as you pass by
on your way thru to the sky
you say “hi”
and then
dont start me rhymin’ ha ha ha de ha
there goes old rhymin’ kilbey they say
as i dance down bondi road dressed up in my suit o’ words
and i chuck out free poems to the myriads of lil’ kids
who follow me along
chuckling with sheer delight
i come to the sea
the blue sea with my hanky on my head
like les down at bloody ‘astings just after the war
coz after all i’m a pommy bastard after all
that means a little inglish migrant kid
ashamed of my dopey pronunciation
in the land of the aussie he-men
so because of that
50 years later
a bottle of ricca donna explodes its corky
right into my jelly filled eyeball
never mind says shiva
open up yer third eye and behold
some other god said yer credit rating is
yoga vs drugs and its a one all draw
no i said crying and running distraughtly thru the doctors offices
which had turned into a dark scandinavian forest
a troll pursued me thru the firs
his breath turning to steam
run doodles i scream to my 2 kids who are there
but i cant see them clearly now
i can only see the left one not the right one
we arent the doodles….we’re the twillies….
i look closely
2 eighteen year old eye-dent-ickles
the apples of my good eye
daddy have you been drinking ? they ask
as i turn around to look for the troll
and the eye quack is there with his secretaries
thank goodness man he says
as a helicopter lowers down onto the roof
someone slips a needle into my arm
and i feel some narcotic ooze fill me with its slime
they help me into the helicopter
i’m all helpless
like clouded jelly
like blancmange all vanilla and wobbly n bobbly
i sit in my seat like a good boy
as we lift off from bondi junction
and out over clovelly and then out to the wild grey sea
from out of the sky
comes a white hot solid gold thunderbolt of lightspeed lightnin’
it penetrates our ship like marlon brandos knife thru butter
it pinpoints my eye
and it enters my head so damn slowly
my brain at last hotwired to the sky
i explode in a kind of orgasmic implosion
that sends bits of me to the far flung regions
beyond the reach of your puny languages
what do you know? i’m not mad
i’m an alien saviour with a rocknroll message
i’m a reincarnation of dante with a fender base
i’m a rhythm breaking fool with that non ending spool
the light spake to me
just like zara thruster
yeah it said
one word
no way i said
it cant be that easy …
ROCK! the light commanded me again
will my jelly get better?
will my butter get jolly?
will i haul my decks with howls n brollies
JUST FUCKIN” ROCK spake the light
jesus de luz
jesus de luxe
jesus d christ
you see
the light was jesus
and jesus was saying
but whattabout my jelli jesus ..i moaned thru the cyclonic hurry-caine
do you need yer jelly to ROCK? the sun of man asked
no ….i said
but what about….
i realised i was in a hospital bed
a drip up my nose
a drip up my arm
a drip up my ankle
drip drip but never drop
my mum n dad sat there looking concerned
mum had something on a plate
it was crimson n it wobbled
its your jelly son they said
oh no i said falling backwards into anaesthesia
deep and warm tho it was i wandered in its semi oblivion
half blinded
my ears still ringing miles above on the outside
where i suddenly pushed up from the sea bed
and burst thru a silver surface
and i truly clambered into the sky
steering by the cloudy jelly like clouds
my cameras filmed away thru their vaseline lenses
i was a free spirit
i was a swimmer in a vast sparkling pool
i was surrounded by music all of it so magnificent
it would make our grandest symphony sound like a squeak
jehovah appeared in his glory
and he was like …glorious…
and angels
olive trees
trellises flowers
new eden
its all connected up says old jehovah
and he smiles
and i say
errr…what about my jelly jehovah
and he says
go forth and rock yer best
and come back n see me soon
i descend home with a police n angel escort
heavens devils
and i wake up
typing away
and still i say
what about my freaking jelly?

34 Responses to “lotta soul he said”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 June 2009 at 6:46 am #

    3:21 ur gonna be a star!

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    princey | 3 June 2009 at 7:03 am #

    Sorry to hear you'll forever be seeing the world blurry Steve? I'm prayin' that your jelly blurred vision will heal with time. At least your jelly is gelatine free boomboom
    love Amanda

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    Anonymous | 3 June 2009 at 7:20 am #

    Oh dear. Well, it's still a good 50% chance of full recovery. Keep that spirit up.

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    eek | 3 June 2009 at 7:45 am #

    "eye quack says
    you damaged yer jelly my boy
    50 per cent chance yer vision will always be blurry in that eye"

    Oh no! That sucks. I'm going to hope for the other 50% though — the 50% chance your vision will improve from what it is now.

    I have to admit I found myself laughing through much of the rest of your blog today. Obviously your way with words and sense of humour is still completely intact!

  5. avatar
    jaime r... | 3 June 2009 at 9:00 am #

    Im very..very sorry to hear about the prog/idontgnosis..
    shit is kinda fuxxed to say the least..
    Yet, we all kinda jump back from these situations..
    I for instance was 6 centimeters from being a quadropalygik;. and truthfully I told my pops and mom that they can take me out back and get me the best drugs and set me off to the next destination.. Thankfully, the doc operated on me.. got me a titanium plate and bone in my C-5 spinal column..

    BUT.. Ultimately, I healed MYself outside of the fortune and fear.. I didnt feel sorry 4 myself.. I continued on and made myself stronger.. into a Vedic life fucking machine.. pardon the francais… Regardless.. you're a star and you're beaming lights are only starting to come in clear.. and you outshine them all..

    Honestly, I just hollered at my lady for making a crack about Dylan while we heard him inna coffee shop.. One of those ..okay babe.. but not in public type of quips.. but honestly, in a just universe or if we are keepin score.. you got ole Zimmerman grasping and clasping for straws.. maybe nothin new.. but you're beautiful babyee.. nothing can take that away!!

    Stay strong and know that your portrait is accentuated by all of your beautiful songs.. we've been here all this time..
    Take the time to accept this.. and make the dream even more true.. be strong my brother… Third Eye Bold.. Om Tat Sat Om = Thou Art That = God….
    With love, Jaime

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 June 2009 at 9:09 am #

    Don't believe everything the Doc's say, sure it will completely heal in time, will say a little prayer for you. Sending you positive healing vibes through cyber space.

    Peace & love

    (Coffee Hounds keeps getting better n better each play, it's my new fave at the moment)

  7. avatar
    Freddie | 3 June 2009 at 9:45 am #

    M’ Lord, the J boys hath said unto me
    that thy jelly shalt clearth up in time
    but thou must take up thy axe and ROCK !!!
    Doctors, they always do the conservative estimate because they don’t want anyone coming back on em and saying but ya told me I’d be fine and dandy and I’m not: how dare you!
    But nobody’s gonna come back on em and say but doc ya told me I’d never walk again and here I am walking: how dare you!
    Loved today’s blog m’lord. Can’t wait to see you ROCK! 🙂

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 June 2009 at 10:13 am #

    thats it!
    you gotta get up
    you get it on

    now killem , killer

  9. avatar
    the dean | 3 June 2009 at 10:17 am #

    You may be able to out rythm Lord Byron but you're start to resemble Lord Nelson.

    when Bazza Mckenzie wore that Pommie Bastard Tshirt was it referring to him or the English?

    get well

  10. avatar
    Celticat | 3 June 2009 at 11:09 am #

    Bugger! I reckon it'll get better with time.

    Probably needs a good dose of rock and I'm hopin' it gets it.

    Lots of love to you and your fambley from me and mine in Bunbury


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    Hellbound Heart | 3 June 2009 at 11:26 am #

    fuck man, i'm going for the 50% chance that your eye will get better…..damn, keep a positive attitude and remember you've got a shit load of people who are on your side…..

    love always….

  12. avatar
    Jasperina | 3 June 2009 at 11:34 am #

    I go back to my blindness so that I may see again… Seance is in my car cd player and I just heard that line on the way back from my yoga class. Listened to the podcast of your interview on radio recently. Maybe Soon.. well what a lovely song.

  13. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 3 June 2009 at 11:49 am #

    things'll get better, i know they will….keep on shining, my man…..

    love always….

  14. avatar
    veleska1970 | 3 June 2009 at 11:57 am #

    oh no!! but therese is right, don't believe everything the doctor says. i'm sending positive vibes your way that it will be the good 50%. please keep us posted on how it heals.

    lotza love…..

  15. avatar
    grow fins | 3 June 2009 at 12:10 pm #

    At least you can fly to the u.s. strap on the fender and rock with a bung eye.

  16. avatar
    iseult | 3 June 2009 at 12:42 pm #

    the blurred jelly crusade

  17. avatar
    seoigh | 3 June 2009 at 1:00 pm #

    well that sucks

  18. avatar
    CSTCoach | 3 June 2009 at 2:48 pm #

    i'm with therese. the ol' jelly will clear up, and along with it your vision. you're doing everything right.

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 June 2009 at 2:58 pm #

    eye eye cap'n

    so the US tour will indeed be 'the blurred crusade' (you predicted the future, dude)

    and your paintings may start to take on a latter day Monet-esque quality

    keep an eye out for those killer corks

    Keep on rockin, but watch out for Marty's Status Quo flurries (YouTube, You took, Factory Part 2, circa 5mins)

    Ok, enough, ah'll get me coat…

  20. avatar
    Cee | 3 June 2009 at 4:02 pm #

    I'm holding out for the 50% recovery result!

    i descend home with a police n angel escort

    regreso a casa con una escolta de policias y ángeles

  21. avatar
    davem | 3 June 2009 at 5:27 pm #

    Thinking of you. Wishing you good health.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 June 2009 at 7:31 pm #

    You sure that cork only messed up you eye, boy? From this here post seems it hit you square in the brain temple and increased your play-on-words genius abilities tenfold!!! Jelly or no, you shall rock on I am certain.

  23. avatar
    m.p.k | 3 June 2009 at 8:25 pm #

    Finally got a copy of Beside Yourself. You know these hard to get cds of yours are some of the best. You could sell cd's of each show from the upcoming tour. There would be lots of buyers and traders… Record those soundboards… Hope you feel better soon. You will recover bro.

  24. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 3 June 2009 at 8:36 pm #

    We're in the same boat. I have a hole in my nose and insurance is scewing me around. The nose doctor said I can help you but you will be scared which means disfigured in my world.

    Voodoh Child(Moby) The End Of Everthing. An equally haunting and celestial ambient CD has been audio therapy for me. It mixes well with # 23.

  25. avatar
    fantasticandy | 3 June 2009 at 10:31 pm #

    steve…your'e a clumsy geezer aren't you?
    take care of yourself on this tour eh?

  26. avatar
    Shawn El | 3 June 2009 at 11:09 pm #

    Tomorrow you wake up, find yourself walking into a room with a pine box in it, surrounded by people in black suits. They say "It's the jelly, son."

  27. avatar
    frank | 3 June 2009 at 11:48 pm #

    Heck you don't have to see to play rock and roll you just have to feel it…but you know that.
    Look at all the greats, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Blind Mellon Chitlin, and now for your pleasure introducing….One eyed Steve Kilbey the Pirate of Bondi Beach.

    I can see you playing the Disillusionist now with the eye patch. Creepy man!

  28. avatar
    knot | 4 June 2009 at 12:34 am #

    your worn man suit
    still full of grace

  29. avatar
    princey | 4 June 2009 at 12:49 am #

    haha that made me laugh Frank, but shit!, imagine seeing SK being guided onto stage by a guide dog and swaying from side-to-side in his wraparounds, pleez GODz noooooooooo, that's a sight I DONT want to see!

    Where are you sk? have you left us already?

  30. avatar
    linjo | 4 June 2009 at 2:07 am #

    Hi Steve. Know how you are feeling there. I was hit at close range in the eye by a wet tennis ball in night comp and the back of my eye is all cracked like a smashed mirror. That was 15 years ago and I still get the occasional black spot but its ok. Sad to hear this has happened to you but fingers crossed all will be well. Lots of catching up to do. I just love the Ice Mare so much. A truly magnificent beast. Take care of yourself Steve. Linda x

  31. avatar
    melissa | 4 June 2009 at 2:32 am #

    you're a funny bugger steve 😉 your poor eye .. you need to wear a crash helmet whenever your around champagne bottle from now on 🙂

    Is there any room in the Church's suitcases?? Wish I was going to the US of A to see some shows .. *sigh*

    have a beautiful day 🙂


  32. avatar
    Larry | 4 June 2009 at 3:03 pm #

    Maybe that eye just needs a rest. Time for an eyepatch? Arr, Cap'n Steve, rockin' like a ship on a cold grey sea!

  33. avatar
    Mary | 5 June 2009 at 5:59 am #

    you know atleast you are not blind, you have to think 0f it that way, like i have to think of me having ms atleast im walking and not in a wheelchair, it could be alot worse, i wish i could kiss it and make it go away but i cant, so i will blow you a kiss from texas, how bout that 🙂 love your sense of humor, i learn so much from you, your the best

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    Anonymous | 7 June 2009 at 2:41 pm #

    my 71 year old dad broke his hip a year ago march
    he too talked much of jehovah and talked in tongues thanks to the painkiller. he's probably the wisest man i know
    he spent 2 and a half weeks in my livingroom on a hospital bed till he was able to go home.
    late one night we sat and he told me of all the bones he'd broken during his lifetime
    now hip
    even had a bad ear due to a fly making its way inside and a doctor puncturing his ear drum extracting it.
    and i said something to him i say to you now..
    at least you still have one good eye!

    go get em killa!


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