posted on October 11, 2008 at 11:16 pm

grey hours
cant come
baby says
oh baby …..
thunder sounds somewhere
the palms moving
the strangers cars
i touch her dress
please be easy with me she said
i whispered sure
sure sure sure
but that feeling was building up
the pressure
the motivator
the prime mover
obsession whips you on
the warm sultry night made for…this
i cant decide in my heart what to do
i gently lay my fingers on her bruised neck
breathe in that smell
warm smell of life
warm safe feeling
the lights change
i decide to accelerate before i realise
my feet push down
my hands grope the wheel in the darkness
i feel her hands go down down
touching me
touching me like i was some kind of monster
with some kinda naive horror of men
the window is veiled in a haze
i cant really see where i’m going
where shall i drop you ?someone laughs back there
i touch a button
and deep in the engine
a sensor convulses and responds
the liquid gushes up in jets
the wipers go into action
i see where we are now she says
as i slide along in the slipstream of speeding van
all the little processes
that keep us where we are…where we going
the fluids circulate
the diaphragms contract and expand
the momentum is beginning
we roll along furiously
explosions but controlled
the complexity of all the systems
guided by satellite
guided by the stars
guided by instinct and intuition
baby changes up automatically
my new baby
my old baby
my noisy baby
crying all night long
as we rush past the used car joints
and the green lights of the flesh districts
i slow down a little
she rolls down the window
see anything you like…?
the radio comes on
some bullshit jungle thing
i slide down into her seats
i touch the chestnut dash
i glance down at the console
where various dials calculate latitude and altitude
i push in my disc
the radio cuts off
a metallic insistent tick tick tick starts up
i am i am i am
yeah its me aint it baby
i never heard of you before tonight
says my little liar
and you know
she gets me so angry
and so worked up
dont be angry daddy
pleads that silly sooky girl
but shes being so cynical and hard bitten
shes not afraid of me
shes goading me
shes using me
shes riding me into the dust
then she’ll just walk away
while i’m crashed and moaning in some motel room 205
when i cant find my keys or my money
i hear the shower going
i burst into the bathroom
and theres baby all clean and pink and white
oh maybe i can forgive her her trespasses
maybe goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life
maybe its ok to do this kind of thing sometimes
maybe god will look the other way
oh honey you seem like a stranger
i watch baby child in the mirror
with one eye on the power
one eye on the light
she pushes herself into my hands
take this and this and this
sometimes the only way to negate this man beast
is to drown in woman
woman woman woman
i am a man destined to love woman
come with me out of our bodies she says
oh daddy wont you come
dont call me daddy you little fool…!
she slaps my fucking face
you little….
yeah fuck you daddy she says
the moon roof opens sucking in night air
oh i know where we going now little daddy
we glide in unison down neptune parade
we swoop across the sleeping city
sweeping up the ghostly spirits
phantom armies marching in the dawn
children taken from their homes
the old drunks lying in glamourous gutters
me n baby dont see or hear
time for your next installment
the phone rings and dies away
baby answers
its her boyfriend mr weird
dont tell him bout me i’m signalling
yeah you know steven shes saying to him
i groan and we swerve suddenly into the wrong exit
that was bloody stupid i screaming at her
shes so defiant
standing there in the shower
talking to some idiot in her head
wash my back n make yourself useful she says
and her back is broad strong and white
her wet blonde hair falls on her shoulders
dont kiss me wash me she says
as i kangaroo away past the speeed camera
please reduce speed says the sign
but my foot is heavy on the (w)horsepower
you may be filmed using this machine
laughs mr weirds stranger baby
dont put me on the net i growl
oh no i wouldnt do that laughs someone in the room
i wake up and my clothes are all gone
dressed in a towel full of biting tarantulas
people lying around
smoking and murmuring pleasantly
fuck this ! i shout at them
and i find my trousers parked next to my car
jump in baby says my driver
she hits the radio
listen its our song
she says
what about mr weird i ask
oh who…oh ha ha ha
i hadnt thought about him for seconds
look i dont want it all over again…ok?
what baby what?
dont call me baby
and dont call me daddy
ok baby daddy she sneers
you got a nerve being smart to me i say
especially when i’m driving
no daddy i’m driving she says
triumphantly holding up my keys and my wheel
mr weird leans forward from the back seat
yeah uh huh he laughs
i been here all along

20 Responses to “mr weird”

  1. avatar
    steve kilbey | 12 October 2008 at 12:42 am #

    here i am

  2. avatar
    eek | 12 October 2008 at 2:37 am #

    mr weird leans forward from the back seat
    yeah uh huh he laughs
    i been here all along

    Don’t you just hate when that happens?

    Quite a blog today. Has a Twilight Zone kinda vibe to it. Very cool.

  3. avatar
    kat | 12 October 2008 at 2:40 am #

    hey baby daddy! ha j/k. this reminds me of a movie, sk. mr. wierdo there the whole time? lol

    has anyone heard from veleska? i dunno, she dropped off.

    have a good sunday


  4. avatar
    kat | 12 October 2008 at 2:41 am #

    oops weird not wierd, sorry. i always spell that wrong.

  5. avatar
    matt davison | 12 October 2008 at 3:40 am #

    You watching Bathurst Mr Killbee???

  6. avatar
    Andrew Grimm | 12 October 2008 at 4:49 am #

    not sure where all that
    came from
    plucked from space?
    loved it.
    picked up yer solo
    from itunes
    i picked it up originally
    on cassette
    in 91?
    wore out cassette
    was excited by the
    re release…

    then on itunes

    in a bargain basement
    you were recognized


    heliopolis lulled me
    to sleep more than once

    thanks for the music
    again and again and later on


  7. avatar
    iseult | 12 October 2008 at 6:13 am #

    does tibor know there’s another car in your life?

  8. avatar
    persephone2u | 12 October 2008 at 7:12 am #

    Beautiful strange evil surreal blog.

    But speaking of a towel full of biting tarantulas and showers, I should really be more careful when I read your blog cuz I was drawing a bath this morning while I was reading it, put my lappytop back on the bed when I was done, and just as I stepped into the bath was greeted by a large spider sitting in the bathtub. After I finished screaming (the neighbors are gonna love me now) I had to drain the bloody bath and will now look twice before I run the water again. The curse of the Killa, ha! Astral bathing is probably a lot safer.

  9. avatar
    fipster | 12 October 2008 at 8:05 am #

    neo psychedelic noir…

  10. avatar
    princey | 12 October 2008 at 9:50 am #

    Must be something in the spring air, feeling "weird&wild" has kinda been the theme this week.
    And what is it with u and the blond-ies, you don't believe the myth that "blondes have more fun" do ya????? 🙂
    love and goodnight,
    P.S. I'm one sooky baby at the moment with the cancelled Painkiller gig, will u ever come to Melby ever agin sk???? 🙁

  11. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 12 October 2008 at 10:29 am #

    ownership becoming possession…read christine by stephen king when i was at uni, the whole male/car thing, christine was the quintessential bitch on wheels, ultimately destroyed the unfortunate individual caught in her oiled and chromed trap…
    very steamy, sexy, dark, steve…love it when you’re like this…
    love always…

  12. avatar
    heather | 12 October 2008 at 12:52 pm #

    this one’s like a leap into icy briney; shockingly sharp and breathtakingly compelling…

    especially the scary first comment…..brrrrr…deliciously scary.

    there’s this woman who watches tv at work, and the other day I turned around from my “workstation” and there was a really weird heavily pancake make-up’d showroomdummy type of cabaretartistlooking guy singing utmw on one of those overlit weird morning shows

    more brrrr


    curiouser and curiouser


  13. avatar
    restaurant mark | 12 October 2008 at 2:45 pm #

    read it earlier…and just again. love that one, the mood, the tone…sexy and kind of creepy. completely played out in my head…

    take care

  14. avatar
    davem | 12 October 2008 at 4:38 pm #

    Iamiamiam….oh yes.
    Up there with… I was down in the city on our instruments have no way we all came back from the war in the empty place the soul stripped bare baby smiled like a tiny child see the chains emerald haunt in overdrive the minute the sting I could go on and on and on and on….bit like that singer who thank eff isn’t long dead. He still blesses us daily.
    Praise to you esskay.

  15. avatar
    sanfoin | 12 October 2008 at 5:03 pm #

    what a potent dream-poem.

  16. avatar
    fantasticandy | 12 October 2008 at 6:13 pm #

    that was vaguely obscene….and teetering on the edge of violence,
    very filmic…like bunel does tarrentino.
    even for you.

    just to let you know ‘painkiller’ gets a unanimous ‘thumbs-up’ from the dudes.
    were’e some cantankerous old bastards and are not easily impressed…………….
    so you done good!

    saw ‘the bevis frond’ live in london last night….if you don’t know ’em you ought too..
    and that applies to you ALL!
    great gig…but a terrifiying 125 mile drive back through the thickest fog i have ever encountered, got home at 5 in the morning with shredded nerves.

    chrissy informs me you have been ‘ogling her pumpkins’ and making saucy remarks about them!
    naughty boy killer….
    methinks you ‘n davem should form an outfit called the double-entendre bros.!

  17. avatar
    fantasticandy | 12 October 2008 at 6:14 pm #

    blimey double comment!

  18. avatar
    fantasticandy | 12 October 2008 at 6:18 pm #

    or even triple now!
    oh no….hang on,,,,,,,,,
    i think i better go…….
    andy L.

  19. avatar
    lily was here | 12 October 2008 at 9:42 pm #

    Oh god, Mr Buscemi in the back of your car. This was erotic,dangerous and creepy. Exactly how i like most of my – mmmovies.You stole a car called Little Miss Trouble by the sounds of it. Loved the line “and i find my trousers parked next to my car”

    ‘ogling her pumpkins’ andy? 🙂 LOL


  20. avatar
    Melquiades | 13 October 2008 at 4:29 pm #

    the lungs contract and air is expelled up through the esophagus through the larynx. the mouth and toungue click and modulate to shape the words, “I am here for all your glorious words to admire. For all your limbs and detached spirits to converge. you see we are here in the upholstery-hidden in your canopy of soft reasoned thoughts. We come as your allies and leaves through the brambles into the wilderness. We have no beginning and there will be no end.”

    The mouth ceases to shape, the tongue fails to undulate, the eyelids droop, the eyes roll into the heavens, and the chest heaves and rolls like the sea-sending soft undertoe fingers gently tickling your legs in the surf.

    SK, your words inspire.

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