posted on April 17, 2008 at 9:19 pm

horrible dreams and aches pursue me still
things eating (at) me
things put off till tomorrow
well now tomorrow was months ago
i walk through the darkened house
into my room where i type my rants
one of the greek girls downstairs is dating a real “straight”
his lovely black gleaming car is parked downstairs
his moon roof has been left undone
and oh dear ….its raining…
possessed by this sight
i stand like a gleeful moron
watching the rain going in his nice car
an angel on my right shoulder says
steven go down and tell them!
the devil on the left says
oh ha ha ha ha!!
the devil on the left shoulder also says to the angel
ma’am …youre wasting your breath today…he’s mine
the rain picks up a little
the killer smiles
i become the killer
the killer smiles again or scowls
both his desks are piled 4 inches high with stuff
like an old alchemist all confused
mixing up the wrong mixtures
transmuting gold into lead
scrying for tiny daemons
the killer is doing a painting of jim morrison
there he sits on my paper
iridescent metallic blue green white flames flare from his head
his hair is a swirling sea of gold silver and bright colours
his face is one tone bluey pink with a kind of photo realism
his beard is blue a solid mass of blue but it needs doing more
jimbo jimbo jimbo…..ah
yeah i mean great i guess
i mean i dunno
girl leaves downstairs
uh oh the other girls boyfriend has parked very close
in his big black fast car
she..oh..the cars are all dirty and wet
yet she is forced to squeeze herself between them to gain access
she gets her door open
then she flops down into seat sideways
she sits there and looks up
she sees the roof is open about 6 inches
she sits there a bit longer brushing at water
then suddenly
she feels her wet bum
and jumps out of the car but slowly
cos its a tight fit
oh distress oh pity
the stupid little devil laughs himself silly
the angel asks
but what about the yoga
but what about the sage..
what about her wet arse sniggers the devil again
launching himself into coughs and splutters
the killer loses interest in this malarkey
back to the serious things whatever they are
financial monsters are slowly growing
picking up their inevitable interest
their fine print and fines
they give and then they take
bamboozling me in sticky debt
broke like an old string
hammers and tax
crunch must be coming
yes yes
tomorrow tomorrow
and all the rest too
today however
i am attending a college in the eastern subs
where i will be talking about songwriting for one hour
and earning 110 dollars
not exactly a fortune
but not to be sneezed at neither
i hope its better than some of my other forays in education
lets face it i’m not the teacher type
im all over the place
and im talking in terms
yer average aussie punter
doing time at an art college
so he can still get the dole
he just doesnt understand what im talking about….
would a real songwriter
go to songwriting school?
my use of any lessons or tips
ive ever had or gleaned
were to augment my own self instruction
i taught myself to write n play n sing n paint n blogge
and it really shows… chuckles the devil on my shoulder
i overhear a coversation in the kitchen
and i poke my head round the door
mum can i read you a story? asks eve
brandishing a book about animals
its called the lion she says
dad wont like it says aurora
why not ?says mum
its got meat in it she says
he doesnt mind lions eating meat do you? mum asks
i think all lions should eat tempeh ! i say
they like my jimbo picture
one of your best ever they all say
the drizzle still drizzles
yeah teacher teach us a songman
after that im gonna play bass on someones record
then im meeting a friend at a cafe in bondi
the future seems foreboding
sydney is enveloped in a rainy mist
i dont feel cosy or comfortable
i feel raw
waiting for the chop
on notice
under observation
bills wend their way
next week a tv show and a wedding
wedding made me offer i couldnt refuse
im a jack of all fucking trades now
does your hedge needing bustling
does your guitar need elocution lessons
want a voiceover on your wedding nite
(cos my dulcet tones n cool accent are way better than the grooms)
(go man go !says little devil)
would you consider a little ambiguity with your fries
howabout a dong over the head with a fender bass?
thatll make you see some sense
you nailed it says devil
you nailed it!

23 Responses to “mind stem jolt brain”

  1. avatar
    the dean | 17 April 2008 at 11:00 pm #

    I just read a article by a well known skeptic and scientific type, a Dr Karl, re 2012.

    “We don’t have enough information to know who is correct – but if it does go up to 20, then this completely destroys the End of Days Conspiracy Theory, as far as the year 2012 is concerned. But let’s stick to the 13 Conspiracy for the time being”.

    They’re on to you SK.

  2. avatar
    captain mission | 17 April 2008 at 11:10 pm #

    ‘ambiguity with your fries’
    ha! that’s a classic.

  3. avatar
    linjo | 17 April 2008 at 11:35 pm #

    poor little chicky with wet arse! got a good giggle little devil. I am plugging away here too Steve, bits of work here and there. Starting to feel the relief of not being burdened with bills I cant play. I have to pay more attention to what i’m popping in my mouth, chockies and tzaziki dip not on plan! happy daze, raining up here. x

  4. avatar
    princey | 17 April 2008 at 11:46 pm #

    OH that’s so so cruel sk, letting that girls bum get wet, I know what that feels like and it aint nice!!(so a slap on the hand from me!).

    Try and look on the bright side about the future sk, you have so many positive things happening with your music and art, you’re healthy and haven’t lost your marbles yet(?) It’ll be ok sk. I had a dream that I’ll be seeing you on Tuesday by the seaside 🙂
    Lots of love always,

  5. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 18 April 2008 at 12:24 am #

    ooooh you naughty little bugger you!!!
    love always…

  6. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 18 April 2008 at 12:28 am #

    You totally merit, deserve and warrant ample financial fortune for all the great CDs you’ve made. No wonder you have so much empathy for lambs led to slaughter. The Church not being recognized as a supergroup is further evidence of this fallen world wherein AC/DC and slaughterhouses irreverently thrive.

  7. avatar
    Richard | 18 April 2008 at 12:34 am #

    probably best to leave already yesterday and tristesse off the wedding repertoire

  8. avatar
    Anne Marie: | 18 April 2008 at 12:38 am #

    the bump and grind… the bump and grind…

  9. avatar
    veleska1970 | 18 April 2008 at 12:58 am #

    i have to echo brien’s sentiments. it’s criminal. i know i’ve worn out that phrase, but it’s the truth.

    hope you get some better weather soon.

    lotza love…..

  10. avatar
    Melquiades | 18 April 2008 at 4:16 am #

    Yeah, I guess you’re right no true songwriter would attend your class, but I would love to set in. What does that make me? 🙂

    you are more than words
    More than melody
    you are trust
    and mistrust
    of yourself
    and all the devils that
    put faith in you
    You are divine
    and tarnished
    you do help us remember
    your love pours out
    in abstract directness
    a gift
    a greeting when the doors
    all seem closed in some
    infantile night bed
    stars are on the ceiling
    and molten vascular highways
    course through your veins
    It is true there is some
    happiness you feel when
    you have just lost your girl
    and on the beach walking
    with your face in the gust
    of the saline breeze

    thanks for all that you are.


  11. avatar
    Sharka | 18 April 2008 at 4:27 am #

    The devil in me is the devil in you, but what can you do?

  12. avatar
    davem | 18 April 2008 at 6:04 am #

    Steve, what happened to the 1000 fan/$100 idea? Any progress? That would banish days like these.

  13. avatar
    fantasticandy | 18 April 2008 at 6:20 am #

    it’ll all work out ok….

  14. avatar
    Lebrinho | 18 April 2008 at 7:20 am #

    You should lecture..!

    Make it simple. Before going there, ask yourself: “How is songwriting done ?” and find some near-enough answer, if there is any. If there is none, say it ! Maybe it’s like a centipede starting to concentrate on his walking, and getting jammed.

    Aren’t there methods of melodical self-provoking ? Do you use any ? Like singing in gibberish to yourself..? Playing geometrical figures on the fingerboard ? Do the lyrics come to you first ? Do you make music out of texts ?

    Just do it. It’s your trade: if it’s beyond concepts, it is.

  15. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 18 April 2008 at 8:00 am #

    just to let all you swimmers know, i found this product at my ear, nose, and throat doctors’ office, it’s called MACKS EAR DRYER for swimmers ear, here is there website if you’re interested,, i wish i had this product when i was a kid, i have had tubes 4 times, my ears are scarred on the inside like never before…


  16. avatar
    Lebrinho | 18 April 2008 at 9:18 am #

    Keith Richards was once asked in an interview if there is a drug that helps writing songs.
    He answered: “Well, speedball shot in the leg isn’t bad !” [= heroin-cocaine mix ]

    Students take heed..

  17. avatar
    verdelay | 18 April 2008 at 11:56 am #

    Instead of Angel and Devil
    How about Artist and Entertainer?

    Vying for your attention
    Whispering their pros and cons
    Competing for your soul
    Integrity versus Compromise
    Vision versus Dollar
    Eternity versus Now
    Rarefied air versus food on the table

    We all got those suckers hanging off our lobes

  18. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 18 April 2008 at 12:11 pm #

    A good teacher does much more than just teach….they inspire

    tip: don’t underestimate your students, they might surprise you

    love Heather

  19. avatar
    Cee | 18 April 2008 at 2:35 pm #

    broke like an old string
    hammers and tax
    crunch must be coming
    yes yes
    tomorrow tomorrow
    and all the rest too

    Pelado como un viejo hilo
    martillos e impuestos
    el apriete se acerca
    si, si
    mañana, mañana
    y todo lo demas tambien

  20. avatar
    CSTCoach | 18 April 2008 at 2:49 pm #

    gotta admit i sympathize with the devil shoulder much of the time… And i gotta ask, which one is whispering in your bad ear? Seems to me you could stack the decks a bit by giving the angel the gammy side…

    re: songwriting classes, i admit peddling oneself out does suck, especially at your level of talent. But at the same time, consider the lillies… No, wait, i meant consider the kids in that class. It would have blown my mind back them to be able to sit and listen to a writer of your rare talent, to hear about their struggles and their ideas, to get some hints of the path ahead. In a world where education is so vapid and where so many teachers are time-servers waiting for a pension, you could light the spark that changes some kid’s fucking life. Inspiration like that should never be underestimated.

    Very sorry to hear about your financial woes. I’m feeling the pinch these days meself. But as daevm said above, i’m also willing to throw in on the yearly subscription if you want to set it up.

    Perhaps some yoga in bondi might cheer ya up? Check yer mail…

  21. avatar
    heather | 18 April 2008 at 3:26 pm #

    that car scene made me think of Salvador Dali’s wet taxi ….. you could of told them you were waiting for the lobster to arrive….


    that’s a beautiful homage Melquiades B.

  22. avatar
    John | 18 April 2008 at 3:32 pm #

    I could use a songwriting class. I don’t know shit about it.

    John Garratt

  23. avatar
    eek | 19 April 2008 at 1:34 am #

    things put off till tomorrow
    well now tomorrow was months ago

    LOL! So true.

    lets face it i’m not the teacher type

    I don’t see you as a nuts & bolts type of teacher, but rather as a one who is able to express your passion for your subject and has the ability to inspire the right students to find great things within themselves. So I do think you could be — and in fact are — a great teacher for a certain type of person.

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