posted on October 12, 2008 at 8:01 pm

inner city bar
mr w sits in the back room
you play poker he asks
he grabs your lips and squeezes them together
he brushes your arm with his bad hand
opens a coke
in the silent room you can hear it fizzing
baby sits by his side
i’d hate to ever hurt you she said
a cat screams outside in an alley
cars pull up n drive off
cockroaches sprint from one greasy corner to the next
rats sleep in the walls
the first card falls
the queen of hearts
that must be baby
sweet baby face
little babycino
your brain scrambles madly
queen of hearts
the red cells
the blue cells
the tireless aorta ever beating
monarch of blood engorged dirty drum
squeezing that bloody ichor round your body
queen of heart-ache
baby smiles distantly
the second card falls
jack of diamonds
is that me
diamonds are forever baby said
baby gave me 2 white diamond shaped pills
diamonds are a girls best friend she said
i had swallowed them doubtfully
they stuck in my chest and their bitter taste scorched my throat
the jack of all trades…wasnt that just like me
a real jack ass someone else said behind a desk
the third card fell
of course
the fucking joker!
it was mr w’s card
everyone there laughed
i relax my grip on my chair
my armpits are gushing ice cold sweat
my stomach feels empty and sick
my feet are frozen
my teeth chatter faintly
keep still ! hisses a cruel voice
maybe we should take a ride baby said
she had been lying on her stomach
looking back at me and all her past
the motel had a little balcony
someone had filmed us as she stood at the edge
i was kneeling down behind
baby was smoking and sighing with pleasure
it had only been hours ago
maybe the clock had stopped
baby had slipped off her pants
she was just laying there
do whatever you like …someone said
…but be careful… whispered a tremulous voice at my ear
a bright light was shining in my eye
any reaction said cop # 1
this ones dead said cop#2
i wanted to scream out i couldnt move
a crowd of people gathered round
cmon folks, move along said a voice
it was mr weirds soft chuckle as he said it
i felt hands on me
baby was sitting on my knee kissing him
oh boy i said and they all had a good laugh
you dont look so good said one of babys friends
i was perspiring and feverish
i was moving against baby persistently
lets have a look at you said mr weird
i was on the passengers side
baby was in the back lying on her stomach again
the radio emitted a newsflash
a floodwarning
the rain at that very moment fell
nobodys driving whispered that same voice at my ear
cop#1 was digging a grave
cop#2 was smoking a rum-dipped cigar when the rain began
hey gimme a fucking hand here says #1
they lower mr weird down
down down down
it was a long way down
in total blackness he was sleeping
down by the river in a little grove of trees
no baby baby said
you were having a bad dream
shes straddling my chest and looking down
i’m trying to climb out of the earth
you was wrong about that one says cop#1
baby wake up says baby
i feel her hands miles away pulling me out
dont pull me out baby not yet says that whispery voice
mr weird takes out a five gram bag of white powder
put this on him he says to someone off camera
cop #2 tastes the powder
well whaddya know he says
baby cuts out a line on a mirror
she rolls up a note
i lay down my hand
the cop wipes the dirt of his spades
the diamonds work inside me
rubbing together incessantly
mr weird tours the clubs
and theres baby with my broken hearts
baby wriggling on her stomach like a little white serpent
baby my lovely constrictor
baby who can swallow you down
whats he got? someone asks
king high nothing….someone suggests
are you bluffing ?says baby over her shoulder
he aint bluffing….are you says mr weird-o
his breath is like vanilla cookies
his eyes never focus on anything
he talks at me not to me
if you gonna do it just do it baby said
yeah do it! said some bored voice
let me adjust these lights said cop #1
we want people to know whos behind all this
i stand in a line-up
which of these men is responsible for this ?says cop#2
baby walks up n down the line
she kisses all the guys in the line up in front of me
then when she gets in front of me she says
thats him!
the cops chuckle
i knew it! says #2
mr weird throws in his hand
beats me he says
you mean i’m free to go… ? i ask
no one answers
the phone rings
its babys voice
just go… it says
over and over

19 Responses to “more weird-ness”

  1. avatar
    Miss DevilMayCare | 12 October 2008 at 9:54 pm #

    Steve,

    That’s good weird stuff!
    Once again, thanks.

    R

  2. avatar
    princey | 12 October 2008 at 10:33 pm #

    I love when you write these weird, twisted tales sk…..it's such a trippy ride baybee, yeah!
    Diamonds&TTB are forever 🙂
    Love Amanda

  3. avatar
    lily was here | 12 October 2008 at 11:32 pm #

    “mr weird throws in his hand, beats me he says”

    Totally brilliant sk
    Encore!
    xxxxx

    ps Pacino in the Devils Advocate

  4. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 13 October 2008 at 12:52 am #

    The blogger is indisputably the same guy who recorded “Remindlessness”. Or could it be Stan Ridgeway!

  5. avatar
    fantasticandy | 13 October 2008 at 7:42 am #

    yeah brien!
    SK stars as ‘the camoflaged killer’,
    the whole thing is a play on mexican radio!

  6. avatar
    princey | 13 October 2008 at 10:14 am #

    Remember there’s hundreds of ttb fiends reading this today sk, not everyone likes to comment, thats all 🙂

  7. avatar
    heather | 13 October 2008 at 10:19 am #

    awesome!

    I’d like to experience this in IMAX…with temperature effects as well as the usual audio pans etc….whattya say? Another Option for a dollar?

    yeeeha!

    kittykat.

    ps…”red on white don’t look good”

  8. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 13 October 2008 at 10:33 am #

    great to hear from you a few times over the last few days, andy, ya gonna hang around now, mate?
    steve bad bad baby bad….
    does laura palmer make an appearance wrapped in plastic…
    i reckon robert de niro would make a great mr weird, does anybody remember seeing him in angelheart where he plays the devil, very menacing…
    deep and dark and very cinematic,sir, keep it up…
    love always….

  9. avatar
    fantasticandy | 13 October 2008 at 11:54 am #

    HH….yeah…i’m back!
    i’d miss the banter with you ‘n all the other feinds too much to stay out of it i guess…..
    much love to y’all,
    andy L.

  10. avatar
    restaurant mark | 13 October 2008 at 2:13 pm #

    that’s so trippy and good…hope there’s another episode. love it man!

    take care everyone
    mark

  11. avatar
    Finetime | 13 October 2008 at 2:49 pm #

    Good vibrations, Steve.

    I read this post as I happened to be listening to “Loveblind”.

    Nice coincidence

  12. avatar
    Shirley Sally | 13 October 2008 at 3:34 pm #

    Dear Steven

    Fear and Loathing meets David Lynch – I have loved this weekend’s blogs (if you are still trying to abstain from the whacky baccy I wonder if this is all the “badness” coming out?).

    Brien Comerford has done it again. He mentioned The Associates a few months back and I had to dig out all their CDs to listen to. Now he has reminded me about Stan Ridgeway – another evening spent hunting out stuff!

    SS

  13. avatar
    kat | 13 October 2008 at 4:03 pm #

    great cool hand baby episode, sk.

    i’m diggin my lost moody blues tunes… they really are very awesome, and some of the songs are timeless and innovative, much beyond just about any band of today. and as much as you may not want to hear it, sk, i think the church has some of their influence.

    andy L, you rock. glad u are back

    cheers everyone

  14. avatar
    Melquiades | 13 October 2008 at 4:44 pm #

    tangential,random, with purpose on higher. it’s enough to make the birds sing. The timely bell from St Marks in the near distance. the whirring of trees in their dying, magnificent leaves. The smell of Autumn. Crisp battleground air out my meadow window is a perfect compliment to the words before my eyes.

    meow.

  15. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 13 October 2008 at 4:53 pm #

    Andy knows his music. He immediately loved Painkiller while it took me 10 plays. Glad to see their is another Associates (Billy Mackenzie) fan at TTB. Moody Blues were fantastic until keyboard player and refined vocalist Michael Pinder left. His song “Out And In” was dreamy. Thank you Kat regarding the YES concert. Anderson’s an angelic vocalist but Steve Howe has been the member that allures me the most.

  16. avatar
    kat | 13 October 2008 at 5:12 pm #

    brien, you are welcome! yeah i love the old stuff of the moody blues. i could hear it forever and be fine. saw them live a few times years ago in cincinnati and they were great. i like the whole symphonic gig. i wish i would have pursued the viola. used to play in middle school until i started partying and quit. you were a nerd if you were in orchestra. everyone was, i guess.

  17. avatar
    fantasticandy | 13 October 2008 at 5:48 pm #

    brien,…..
    and all other fiends….
    a confession,

    i was taken by suprise!
    it was TWICE as good as i imagined it would be.
    the reason it didn’t take repeated plays to ‘click’ with myself and my bandmates is because sk ‘n the dudes are floating down the same river of invention at the moment.
    it’s a spacerock raft-race!

  18. avatar
    davem | 13 October 2008 at 6:04 pm #

    Beats snap.
    Welcome home Andy. (BTW mate I did get my Boosh tickets for Dec 22).
    Love to all.
    xx

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 October 2008 at 6:27 am #

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    but I’m poor. fuck …noone …
    how much money is a life worth…
    easy to say I’d do it….fuck live once….one chance….or no chance…..ill never make it off…w/o this root……..theraputix…..so sick of it holding me down….many have rwgreased shed addictions

    I’m too much of a beleiever that
    there’s selfless one whod just help ……i dunno I’m poor and I still lll do for one if he would bemefit
    everyones so much the same..
    humans…..offer…..spiritual chance
    at a better ride……my faith is in me…..and a unknown force…i know tjeir out there


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