posted on November 16, 2006 at 7:37 pm

the sun burst forth
through the dappled art-deco glass
it separated into slightly moving motes
that played up n down the wall
ooh mr sleep
a purple vase held some small red flowers
the dust moved in the still room
the sky pressed against his windows
and clouds rolled restlessly thru his day
entirely free now
the moon still out there shining
a smile of complicity
a nod of the head
ooh mr sleep
dishevelled crumpled rumpled warm
deep breaths n stillness
a remote realm the back of beyond
some movements but slowly slowly
photographs of the deities with gaily painted frames
childrens paintings of mermaids n merpigs
a solemn line of ants
clothes strewn carelessly
ooh mr sleep
yesterday something was noticed missing
who dares steal sleeps thunder?
the moaning n bitching wind?
the groaning n pitching floorboards were still
in the air floated music
a song was playing in sleeps house
it was called forget your amnesia
no one there had ever heard it before
mrs sleep cries softly, eyes closed n quietly now
in the tears are reflected the shadow n the mirror
the bulging wardrobe full of secrets
no one must ever find
a sticker of a blue guitar
emblazoned with the house of sleep
the almost sound of sliding
suddenly everything is paused
the film burns
the tape is stretched
the moment never passes
the children would be horrified at all this
the room shrinks
its alright, little sleeps
theyre at a slumber party at the nods
the temperature has fallen
its unusually ordinary
a reprieve has been obtained
and a gift from olde father sleep
who can no longer visit them
a hat, upside down, full of empty heads
rubber skin and plastic apparatus
a holeless colander
knives with no edge
leftover teabreaks
kneeling big breasted elephant headed girl statuette
telephone rings but the number is silent
a calendar from an unused year
buddha descended in flames thru 3 frames
a white square filled with a blue circle on black wood
an occult diary
blurred margin of difference
mention of africa
memories from childhoods
green glass n the cruel death of a tiny grey frog
basket weaving, the smell of that wet cane
christmas when everyone was happy or sad
someone you loved a little once n then
cosy biscuit box memories
wrapped up in your hanky memories
brownpaperbag n rainyday memories
little lane ran away from our school
the birds attacked you on your bike
a train station but nobody alighting
a little shop with grimeremover n stainkiller
feel things turn nasty
the weather for a start
why cant things just stay like this?
thats what father sleep had said
now im beginning
to ask myself
the same question

51 Responses to “mr sleep”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 November 2006 at 8:52 pm #

    not too sure what you are on about this morning (for you – this evening for me) mr k. seems like just words artfully arranged (ha – like i get it most of the time [being]). i suppose i’m one of the ones who should have done french. i’ll pay a pound a week to continue not to get it though. pip

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    Anonymous | 16 November 2006 at 9:09 pm #

    there was a girl, the fragments of which now sip cosmopolitan and think “how tragic”.
    she lived in sydney sorta –
    doesn’t now of course,
    the creep of mass global mobilisation pushed her unwillingly to england.

    she decides to play voyeur, peep at someone she thought she loved
    back when she was a girl, in sydney.
    she finds him too easily – http.
    she reads and wonders.

  3. avatar
    fergal | 16 November 2006 at 9:45 pm #

    does mr sleep know mr soul, who dropped by to pick up a reason … ?

  4. avatar
    mattdavison | 16 November 2006 at 10:03 pm #

    you know you are alive when you wake up from a slumber in the calm tranquility of the minds garden of eden Sleeping is the reality we don’t see we Think…

    ps* Do you realize how fucc-in famous you really are killa..

    I hope that song is Great Southern Land..(ICEHOUSE)iva tHE MOST UNDERATED TALENT IN AUS. with Unowho..
    “heart goes out to Rove and family too..

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    John Garratt | 16 November 2006 at 10:05 pm #

    The idea behind “South Side of the Sky” is that sleep is supposedly death’s sister.


  6. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 16 November 2006 at 10:07 pm #

    When you see Peter Murphy in Transalvania, ask him if can still do that bendy pose featured in that one poster of his…you mimicked him quite well with that mr. contortionist.

    Who killed mr. moonlight?


  7. avatar
    CSTCoach | 16 November 2006 at 10:42 pm #

    i love sketches of images like this. i can feel the memories bubbling up. subtle threads that join me to the past, and that join us all together.

    i still get a tingle in the estomach every time i read the liner notes from starfish. takes me back to childhood summers, when time seemed to stand still. why does it go so quickly now???


  8. avatar
    ambnt1 | 16 November 2006 at 11:17 pm #


    There’s only thing that can make it stay like this–ambient music. As a (former) friend once referred to it, “fucking sleepytime music.” I told him to fuck off and go listen to his death metal. Oophoi calls…


    n.p. Redshift, “Toll” (Retro analog synth/sequencer Moogadelic heaven)

  9. avatar
    nickfiction | 16 November 2006 at 11:39 pm #

    sk, have you ever thought to maybe write a blog as you become inspired? And then maybe perhaps, once per week ……post a new blog…. that’d keep everyone happy. and you’d not be expected to perform every day. There are pros and cons to consider…. keeping in touch with your fans …keeps em’ coming back!!

  10. avatar
    Richard | 16 November 2006 at 11:45 pm #

    to cstcoach

    life speeds up – don’t you know?

    (B side Almost With You)

  11. avatar
    public savant | 16 November 2006 at 11:50 pm #

    Are we still saying ‘yay’ to the paypal proposal? There’s no way I was going to become comment #102 in yesterday’s free-for-now-for-all.

    Of course I’ll pay. Though my favourite mode of yours – vituperative, vitriolic, vicious and any other v word you might care to conjure – gets an increasingly irregular outing these days, I’m still more than fucking delighted to be reading just about every post.

    And building on The Captain’s heartwarming offerings, I’d be willing to not only pay more than the minimum, but if you ever want to learn how to drive a golf ball more than 300 metres I think you’ve got a centre of gravity and hip structure we could work with…

  12. avatar
    don joe | 16 November 2006 at 11:55 pm #

    That’s the shit. Wonderful way to start the day. Gotta fight your way back to time’s edge, it don’t go so fast there. You can get lost amongst the mental baggage as time goes on as one can get stuck thinking about some past incident on and off for days on end. Gotta clear a path to the edge where it’s crisp, sublime and alive: fully.
    The future brings us here, not the past.

    don joe

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 12:25 am #

    I love Mr Sleep and the wonderful images he provides me too…

    ed in fl

  14. avatar
    qwagmyreplunketribblywoblett&turkeyfuzz | 17 November 2006 at 1:03 am #

    In the top forty again……….. You little ripper!!

  15. avatar
    towymallrat | 17 November 2006 at 1:05 am #

    man i need to get some action!!!


  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 1:19 am #

    Mr Kilbey

    As much as I enjoy reading I would respectfully suggest that you devote the time you spend on this blog to writing a novel which could possibly be very good. The risk with the blog is that your more original ideas are dissipated and may even be acquired by other ‘writers’.


  17. avatar
    CSTCoach | 17 November 2006 at 1:32 am #


    I nearly wrote that, but held back LOL

  18. avatar
    limebeaver | 17 November 2006 at 2:07 am #

    pay per view.. fine by me.
    being a recipient of the worms miserly survival payments here in oz, it would give me huge pleasure to throw a bit of it your way and so have the worm paying SK for his musings!
    who says that the philistines won’t support the arts?

  19. avatar
    Cameras 4 Eyes | 17 November 2006 at 2:25 am #

    lovely, lovely
    worth a penny
    for your thoughts

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 2:25 am #

    “We are such stuff
    As dreams are made on and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep…”
    –From The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)


  21. avatar
    ben | 17 November 2006 at 4:24 am #

    i hear ya, drawing me conclusions of course. memories with the help of drugs allowed peaceful meaningless sleep. the only thing i miss. yet ta meet anyone who digs a good nightmare. i sometimes wait as if..

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 4:35 am #

    Hey Steve,

    In regards to yesterday’s poll,
    count me in.
    This past year has gone by so fast.
    Your blog gives me something else
    to do online besides shopping for
    rare vinyl and CD’s of which my
    collection is getting out of control, no room for all my stuff.

    Blog On!

  23. avatar
    bucks burnett | 17 November 2006 at 5:06 am #

    Dear Stevie Blunder,

    Today’s bloggy woggy is more the making of a fine book of free form adventure! I’ll take a nice big hardback full pleaase, with singed barcode on back.

    Rather than have people ‘pay’ for the blog, i think you should just open it up to love offerings. Rent a po box to protect you privacy cause some of us who don’t use paypal or have credit cards might want to send you cash or a groovy book or CD or a little baby star that has just been born.

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    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 5:30 am #



  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 7:15 am #

    its all good

  26. avatar
    MarkM | 17 November 2006 at 7:30 am #

    hey sk
    away on holidays in byron bay
    just catching up
    looking fwd to acoustic album no 2
    hope the rattly ol dobro is doin ok
    see you on the flip side

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 7:49 am #

    Did you read yesterdays response sk? I hope it was enough to show you that our love and support IS real and we DO want you to stay in our lives forever.

    So….will you stay or will you go?

    (The PO Box idea is a good one, so YOU receive all the money and other goodies to boot!!)


  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 8:29 am #

    Damn. That was worth at least a few bob right there. No, I say please keep this here bloggy thing going. I love the church, and your solo disks, but other than the book that came with my copy of Earthed I’ve had fuck-all luck getting your books over here. And the more I read of your writing here, the more I like it. Its sharp, honest, beautiful and painful, witty and deeply dark at times. I occasionally laugh my head off and find myself holding back the occasional tear. You reflect well on many things that others only offer glimpses of and do so, in a way that allows space for others to imagine it themselves. THAT is worth a couple of my dollars at least. As an artist, I’ve run into a lot of people who don’t understand that it doesn’t just fall like the rain and we deserve to be compensated for bringing something real into the world. Just because you’re out there on the edge doesn’t mean you don’t also have to pay the light bill each month.

    Bring on the paypal link, the cash box…hell pass the hat while your at it. Nevets, you can have my dinero any day.

  29. avatar
    verdelay | 17 November 2006 at 9:10 am #

    Sleep as death’s sister…very appealing.

    (Hi. You come here often? Every night? Wow. Can I buy you a drink…Horlicks, perhaps?)”

    I am just grin-struck that in a world of paperview, corporate interest, section 2, paragraph 3, clause 57, hot flying metal anger, testtube additives, rationalist theology, profit projections, godbothering ideology, mass enslavement, electrode stimulation, pornofleshgobbling, souldrunk decisions, everything explained and boxed, celebrity deathshead, democratic dictatorship and febrile paranoia…








  30. avatar
    Dark Eyes Noosa | 17 November 2006 at 9:19 am #

    Hi there Steve,

    Save the Kilbey Fund – Rare and Endangered Space Rocker!
    Entertainment such as you graciously grant us can only found on channel “sk”.
    It’s a yes from us. We have a darling 7 year old boy, so it’s nice to read about your girls; The band news and what you wish to impart to us on the day.
    Your cleverness demands it all pays
    off – a win win situation.
    Look forward to seeing you on the
    Sunshine Coast soon.

    Bec XX

  31. avatar
    Tomorrow | 17 November 2006 at 9:52 am #

    How ’bout some pics of you doing yoga???hhhmmm….? I’m sure you’d get a lot of people donating for that!! 😉

    Salute to the sun, headstand, warrior II…..the list goes on baybee!! Kilbo ‘n da momento!


  32. avatar
    JJ | 17 November 2006 at 12:29 pm #

    I’ve always been fascinated by the dream state, especially that nether-point where you cannot be sure if you’re alseep or awake, floating in/out of blurred consciousness. I’ve thought this was a theme explored in many of your songs. Sometimes in winter, I’ll lie by the fire late at night, drifting into dreams but still aware, and my body seems oversized and floating about the room…strange, I know. Maybe herbal-induced, perhaps, but my girlfriend tells me this is a state achieved through meditation. I dunno.

    This blogge captures it well – excellent read today.


  33. avatar
    veleska1970 | 17 November 2006 at 12:47 pm #

    very lovely blog today, steve. the imagery just lingers onward…….

    lotza love…..

  34. avatar
    12str | 17 November 2006 at 1:02 pm #

    mr sleep is not letting me go this grey dull rainy excuse for a day..people hiding under umbrellas struggeling towards the wind…not a happy face in sight…everybody´s just enduring..longing to get home,out of the cold and damp into the comfort of their warm homes…as nice as this country can be in spring,summer and hellish it is during this time of the wonder suicide ratings are so high in this corner of the world….i start to drift away again…welcoming the warm comfort of mr sleeps company…hibernating…longing for the colours of spring…


  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 1:27 pm #

    thank you so much for the second gilt trip. fucking brilliant album. would love to hear about that one. yeah, and i like your demos too. i know i know ruining the art and the mystical beauty of creation. yeah i know. i shouldn’t desire these things but….


  36. avatar
    Tokin' Jester | 17 November 2006 at 1:33 pm #

    Forgive me please, I can’t seemta mind my own bizzness~~Have ya fergotton about miss Patti? Petite flowers such as she, do not deserve ta be crushed!

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    restaurant mark | 17 November 2006 at 1:52 pm #


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    John Garratt | 17 November 2006 at 4:29 pm #

    Dear Mr. Being,

    Did ‘Through the Hill’ arrive okay? I’ve never sent mail to Australia.


  40. avatar
    isolde | 17 November 2006 at 5:01 pm #

    dear anon at 7.29 who has fuck-all luck getting the books over there this is where you can get em

  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 6:39 pm #

    ‘this is the time of your but you just can’t tell’

  42. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 6:39 pm #

    its cuz of these things…..

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 6:40 pm #

    i try to
    so no one
    figures it out

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    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 7:00 pm #


    The risk with the blog is that your more original ideas are dissipated and may even be acquired by other ‘writers’.


    But he’s a magic man
    Gazing inwardly
    A wizard
    His head
    A crystal ball
    An orb of unconscious fire
    An inferno of hidden truths
    Feeling the truth
    Not afraid of the blind truth
    The blind muse
    His sight in his fingers
    Sighting feeling
    He’ll knock your block off
    Stalk liberty
    Forever musing
    The muse
    Sitting on a bed of psyche
    One act wonders for a mess of pottage
    It b here that we essay to for
    C the faculties of reverence
    Between—in a side of alpha and sigma
    The communion of classical and natural structures screaming
    Confessions with ease
    Too full flights of fancy
    Spilling turning points for shelf space
    The holy water of bitter libraries
    Burning holes into already gaping stories
    Defiling the paper trails of time
    Strewing expended words over the engine room of fallen ethics
    Raining ashes
    Successors prise the testament of unsound will
    In the quiet hours between thought and practice
    Listen, Mr Sleep
    The gods are mouthing your alphabet
    Your glorified millenarian scriptures
    But there’s a fool in your noodle
    Confounding spiels in your soup
    A rood-tree stave on your mind’s back
    But your muse will carry you over
    He wears a fine bonnet
    A just and saintly name
    Unifying all those dimensions
    How many?
    Be it eleven?
    This unified field
    Will come to peace with the
    World within yourself

    Love it be

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 7:17 pm #

    Regarding the PayPal penpal thing.
    You have 192 titles in BMI/APRA and you make as much money as a clerk? I’m going to call you on this.
    Just like everyone else on the planet you have to make a living. I understand. Between your very fine paintings, your very fine music(with touring) and considering your seaside property, etc…I’m thinking you make more than your average clerk.
    Maybe it was an overstatement on your part, but I would expect this “paying to hear my thought’s” kind of shit from, well, someone with serious ego problems.
    I would suggest those sublimates drooling over your every word do as you suggested….start your own fucking blog! Stop living through someone else.
    Blog-Reactors…Can you imagine someone paying for your thought’s?

  46. avatar
    PaulC | 17 November 2006 at 7:42 pm #

    anon 6:17 AM
    I’ve paid for others thoughts and so have you. How does the medium have any bearing on that?

  47. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 8:25 pm #

    All haters please exit to the left

  48. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 8:38 pm #

    Since when did enjoying someone else’s energies constitute living through them??

  49. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 November 2006 at 8:42 pm #

    anon 6:17 AM:
    Go check your blood sugar and have a cookie.


  50. avatar
    wookiecookie&odeykanobi | 17 November 2006 at 9:22 pm #

    theres an anon, on this naked gurlie site that pisses everyone off as well!! coincidence….or just in the name???

  51. avatar
    treeclimbingcoonhound | 17 November 2006 at 9:24 pm #

    “Yep” thats him. He’s a real git.

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