posted on December 3, 2009 at 3:44 am

the endless summer rolls on devouring youth
your days on the beach
your nights in a car
the lights of some city in the distance
the motels clustered along the coast roads
that disappear in mists and lemurian jungles
as the companions dwindle
as the accommodation becomes scarce
as the neon blurs into one red dull furry glow
as you brush the sand out of the sheets
the waves crashing on the shore
the breeze rustles the curtains
suddenly they billow out into the room
and you flinch against your pillow
in a load of freezing darknesses
inside the nightmarish world of your dreams
in the morning
in the early morning
crawl out of bed
no reflection in the mirror
nothing good anyway
the pale sea pounds away softly on the shore
music faintly from somewhere
you have breakfast alone facing the sea
no one up yet
the heat is fantastic even at this time of day
gulls screech and carry on in the carpark
the a.c. purrs along
a motorcycle roars past disturbing your thoughts
you yawn n you sniff
you make mental calculations
in your mind you assess the given take
and the taken give of course
try to figure out where all the money goes
try to figure out where it will all come from
a bunch of noisy green n red parrots streak overhead
the palm trees stand sombrely as if awaiting your decision
the granola is soggy
the toast is limp
you pay the bill in whatever currency it is in
euro dollars and chinese pounds
swipe your card
start the car
winding along the ocean boulevards
through summer after summer
summers only differentiated by songs
summer songs
while you were waiting for your milkshake and chips
while you were waiting for the waitress
while you were waiting to be seated
while you you were waiting to be served
while you waited for a friend outside his work
coz he said he had something for you
down in the shadows
where all the white concrete meets the green sea
where the old wooden garage doors are all deteriorated
where the old jetty lies half rotted in the sea
and some old rusty hulk off the coast
and her drunk captain pissed in every pub
and the sponge diver who found a pearl
and the demolition man who wanted to be a builder
and the girl juggler and her moving tattoos
and the tramps living in luxury out in the forecourt
of the ruined motel
and the coloured lights twinkle merrily at xmas time
stupid dog yelps repeatedly miles away in reverb
yeah we drink a beer as we sit round a table
we play cards
you lose some money n you slink off furious
someone gave you a pill and so you took it
you feel kinda relaxed
you lie outside on the balcony
dizzy and dazzled by your own life
as it arcs like a star thru existence

26 Responses to “maker”

  1. avatar
    princey | 3 December 2009 at 5:38 am #

    More, more, more, of that Summmertime blues:)

    Good luck tomorrow in Adelaide sk and even better luck down in Melby town. Hope you can manage to step outside and say hello to the starry-eyed plebs that have no backstage pass(but I can totally understand that you'll probably make a quick getaway outta that hellhole!)Anyway, it's going to be a great night, see you and some fiendsssss then,
    love Amanda

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 December 2009 at 5:54 am #

    really really digging kilbey/kennedy. many sublime moments on this album. one of those great albums to drift off to late and night and be enveloped by all these mysterious sounds and of course kilbey's lovely velvety voice. Kilbey, I can honestly say yours is the only music I've never illegally downloaded. Such is my respect for you I bought it legit. I least I don't have to feel guilty with you.

  3. avatar
    fantasticandy | 3 December 2009 at 7:58 am #

    'dizzy and dazzled by your own life
    as it arcs like a star thru existence'
    it's just a brief flash on a cosmic scale……….

  4. avatar
    cazziem | 3 December 2009 at 8:01 am #

    In a cold, dark England you certainly have me pining for warm, sunny beaches. The nearest I can get though is listening to the gulls seemingly announcing that it’s too cold to be on the coast, as they descend in my garden to feast with the other birds that visit daily, cos they know there'll be food for them. Breakfast facing the sea at any time of the year is far easier on the eye and spiritually lifting; especially when the alternative is opening the curtains to be greeted by a wet, dark morning with the knowledge you have to go scrap the ice of the car!

  5. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 3 December 2009 at 10:01 am #

    beautiful, just beautiful…..

    love always…..

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    Anonymous | 3 December 2009 at 12:44 pm #

    you, olde bean, are my favourite poet. have i ever told you? and i second the praise for the kilbey/kennedy collection. god how many times have i bought it now. bought the legal downloads of insturmentals and ambient pieces from cdbaby. then lo and behold has me buy it again and as a bonus i receive download for more remixes etc. sk, you should be a millionaire divided by two, for this project alone.


  7. avatar
    CSTCoach | 3 December 2009 at 4:26 pm #

    beautiful writing again today.

    thought this was brilliant: "summers only differentiated by songs"

    so much truth in that simple line. looking back i can never remember what grade i was in at school or how old i was when stuff happened, but i remember what songs i was listening to (the soundtrack of those times), or what i was reading. those are the inner milestones of a life.

    and this bit:

    "you lie outside on the balcony/
    dizzy and dazzled by your own life/
    as it arcs like a star thru existence"

    that's another feeling of summer. that nostalgic tingle in the pit of the stomach, standing there alone late on a summer night at the end of the driveway staring out at the empty street, breathing in the warm green smells, wondering where it's all going, where it all went.

    love these recent blogs.

  8. avatar
    Ellen | 3 December 2009 at 4:33 pm #

    Love these blogs about endless summers. I love summer, even when the heat is unbearable and the gnats are relentlessly buzzing in your ears and eyes, and when you can't sleep because you're constantly tossing and turning, desperately trying to cool off because the temps are still scathingly hot.

    But then you have those glorious, languid, mellow summer evenings when everything feels wonderful.

    Reading today's blog entry makes me say: "I am SO there."

    Yeah, I really DO love summer.

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 December 2009 at 5:21 pm #

    baal and zeus here captain starbright,,,what can i say ,well anything i like i guess, was watchin this deal on stonehenge , they was talkin bout how they would drum n trip out because of sound and firelight bouncin offa the walls and because of the low register of the drums all the good druids brainwaves were affected,.and it hit me ..kilbeys voice must be in that same range of sound that that baffles our brains..neat huh..anyway ..

  10. avatar
    m.p.k | 3 December 2009 at 7:24 pm #

    Hey Steve great blogs of late. The writing makes me wish I was in Bondi for the summer. Finally found Pharmakoi… thanks to whoever put it up on Second Motion records.

  11. avatar
    Freddie | 3 December 2009 at 8:42 pm #

    Hazy lazy days …enjoy reading these. My summers of the past are much different but you still are able to call them to my mind. Good stuff!

  12. avatar
    davem | 3 December 2009 at 9:17 pm #

    Great blogs this week. Thank-you.
    Once my sprogs have flown the nest and the old folks have moved "upstairs" (another elderly relative passed away last night)I'll be by the coast somewhere down in our south-west. Perhaps not as far down as MWP, but certainly in the direction.
    Love to all.

  13. avatar
    veleska1970 | 3 December 2009 at 9:48 pm #

    we've had snow here in the dallas area already this year. your blogs these past few days have made me yearn for the warmer weather again. most beautiful writing, steve. **sigh**

    lotza love…..

  14. avatar
    EDD | 3 December 2009 at 11:47 pm #

    Is the first part the story of A Month of Sundays?

  15. avatar
    PAGEY | 4 December 2009 at 1:33 am #

    yet again i am taken away by one of your gazillion great escapes, i want to play this over and over, as if a song. And weird, some doctor just gave me a bunch of pills today as the winter snap came and i threw my back out, just like i threw myself out of that moving automobile years ago, flashback to the pain, tomorrow in Cairo……take me away again kilboid, day after day…..supremo!

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    linjo | 4 December 2009 at 8:23 am #

    Another wonderful read thank you Steve.
    Loved your contrast Cazziem to what it's like here. Most Aussies fantasize about having a white Christmas. It is all cold meat, seafood and salad here these days.
    I remember when I was a kid and it was stinking hot and mum and the aunties where in the kitchen cooking up the traditional hot roast and trimmings and then the big wash up all afternoon.
    Anyway, I have a question for Aussie TTB'ers, Is John Saffran for real? Does he really still pine after Debra Key Higgins? Did he really get pissed in drag and pash off the Asian guy? IDK!! Linda x

  17. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 4 December 2009 at 9:12 am #

    knock 'em dead in adelaide tonight, sire……

    love alwys……

  18. avatar
    matthew | 4 December 2009 at 12:24 pm #

    I liked the bit about the demolition man who wanted to be a builder… I think I may have met him.

  19. avatar
    John Garratt | 4 December 2009 at 2:59 pm #

    Is Beach Boys' "Endless Summer" still in print?

  20. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 4 December 2009 at 3:25 pm #

    A great vocalist, Eric Woolfson, has died at age 64. He sung "Eye In The Sky," and the emotive "Time".

  21. avatar
    Ellen | 4 December 2009 at 7:19 pm #


    I wanted to avoid posting a silly question on your blog and tried

    all to no avail.

    I just want to know how to make a recurring donation? It's easy enough to fill out the forms for PayPay, etc., but where do I indicate I want it to be recurring?

    Sorry for the simple question (guess I'm "paypal challenged"), but I think it's time I "pay where I eat" so-to-speak.


  22. avatar
    cazziem | 4 December 2009 at 8:34 pm #

    Well it's now 5th December in your part of the world SK, so I hope last night's gig went well and you finger is ok for to-night??

  23. avatar
    jaime r... | 4 December 2009 at 9:33 pm #

    Nice writings again SK.. real nice.. I've been reading some over and over.. almost wish there was an SK action figure that could pull a string and spout great poetry.. that'd be a good gift for everyone… hope you guys are enjoying the shows.. wish I was there of course.. and wishing you all well..

  24. avatar
    bc | 4 December 2009 at 10:44 pm #

    where's the pool? dude needs a swim

  25. avatar
    Ade | 4 December 2009 at 11:44 pm #

    Fantastic work last night in Adelaide, SK. That was one full-on assault of the senses- the band is more rocking than ever!

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 December 2009 at 5:38 am #

    Summer songs
    summer breezes

    I think I'm going back…

    Lady Di

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