posted on September 5, 2009 at 9:04 am

black velvet inside a silver guitar case
black label whisky
black clothes
grey eyes
on planes
off planes
signing a big big deal
smile off camera
the rip chord
a stab in the darkness
the boys with their quiffs n sideburns
the girl with the tattoo on her ass
the powder comes toppling out of the envelope
the money changes hands
the call is made
the drums feed back
the monitors are overpowering
i feel sick
the pressure builds up
i caress my fucking instrument blindly
in the wings
in the pit
in the shadows
the intro tape goes on
the hotel keys fall out of someones pocket
smoke and mirrors
little showbiz routines
the crash/ride the 4/4 the thud thud thud
unbelievably loud
like machinery shrieking
like an earthshaker
like a skyskraper
wobbling down the isle at 2 am
falling asleep wide awake in your seat
the internet falters
the memories of magnetic heaven
the bass strings me along a while
i travel down the lines
i sing between the phases
i search my head for the words
i fall hoarsely
i get shocked by the charge
i snort contempt
i sweat buckets of ink
there must be a lotta people out there
but the cymbals have blinded me
the blood congeals in the dead songs
we wade through a lake of backing vox
all retuned and chopped about
edit snap edit snap
i delete information ruthlessly
the tiny crystals burn my stars
fuck i’d love to….
alignment in unspeakable delight
sweet saltiness
strumming down hard on you
on you hollow body
on you shapely neck
run my hands up your white notes
tighten up your octaves
flute your tiny piccolo
sing in tongues baby
the machine will remember your moves
the amp needs more grunt
the distortion is leaking beyond the music
the thunder us down of the big bass drum
the wretched screech of the fiddle
the grind down of the organ
i cant agree with anything
we argue over the set
the lights come up
the curtains have left the building
the rats gnaw on
the wires short out
the power arcs up
i lie there in the dreamless black
black keys
black shoes
black horizon
is that enough ? someone asks
yeah…i say
thats enough

15 Responses to “musical shares”

  1. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 5 September 2009 at 11:07 am #

    yesterday's song was unreal….today's poem for me treads an uneasy line between nightmare and sex…..sweet saltiness and lying there in dreamless black…..

    love always….

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    Anonymous | 5 September 2009 at 12:14 pm #

    Were you singing about a burning beaver in the last clip?
    I haven't seen you sing since Jack Frost. It's a bit weird now as your voice doesn't really match your look anymore.
    Nice to see your family.
    Your daughter looks all grown up now.
    Is that little girl your grand daughter?
    Good luck with the new record.
    Is it true that you write music for Home and Away?
    All the best.


  3. avatar
    Freddie | 5 September 2009 at 12:46 pm #

    I love it when you talk music. 😉

  4. avatar
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  5. avatar
    cazziem | 5 September 2009 at 1:08 pm #

    Well you certainly removed the rose-tinted glasses perception of being a musician on that one SK! Great the way you start and end in black; the opening line conjures a truly beautiful vision. I especially liked these lines, which for me incite a very passionate love affair you got going on there!

    alignment in unspeakable delight
    sweet saltiness
    strumming down hard on you
    on you hollow body
    on you shapely neck
    run my hands up your white notes
    tighten up your octaves
    flute your tiny piccolo
    sing in tongues baby
    the machine will remember your moves

  6. avatar
    EDD | 5 September 2009 at 7:16 pm #

    I have dreams about playing the drums onstage but my arms feel weighted and I'm not keeping up very well. I wake up tired from it. It's weird.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 September 2009 at 8:54 pm #

    Request: when you make videos of yourself talking, please stop leaning into the camera and bobbing back and forth. It is making me dizzy. Thank you. 🙂

  8. avatar
    steve kilbey | 5 September 2009 at 11:17 pm #

    hi jason
    yeah i always write about burning beavers, dont you?
    the little girl is my son
    and the other little girl is my mummy
    i write all the music for home and away, cant you tell?
    sorry my look and voice dont match anymore…
    i will try n fix that
    by the way
    are you still a dribbling moron?
    and isnt jason a drippy name?
    your friend steve

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 September 2009 at 12:57 am #

    Sorry, I guess I'm missing the point.
    Came across this blog in a search,wondering what had happened to someone whose music I followed 15 years ago. I heard you had started writing music for Aussie films and TV.
    Sorry I offended you.
    Jason is a drippy name but I didn't chose it.


  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 September 2009 at 2:16 am #

    Steve is 'Jason' the nong or maybe he was just an innocent new poster who hasnt been keeping up?

  11. avatar
    iseult | 6 September 2009 at 2:23 am #

    the beavers are burning … wasn't that a midnight oil song?

  12. avatar
    davem | 6 September 2009 at 7:02 am #

    The beeb had a Beatles evening last night. There was a documentary following their first visit to the states. How the eff they remained as sane as they did is remarkable. Just watching the show gave me a sense of incredible claustrophobia due to the madness of the thousands of girls, police, reporters, photographers that were camped outside any place they visited, 24/7.
    And some nice playing from George and Paul too. I think both are underrated musicians despite their huge fame.

  13. avatar
    A. Kite | 6 September 2009 at 9:18 am #

    Nah, Jason is not THE Nong. THE Nong – the one we've all grown to loathe – doesn't have the balls to leave his real name… or even a fake one.

  14. avatar
    Shawn El | 6 September 2009 at 1:18 pm #

    On the music month/September thingy: I'd be really interested in hearing you talk about MWP and his musicianship. Your partnership with him always struck me as very improbable, to the extent that your musical personas are so different. He's such an interesting and positive man but in a way completely different from your virtues. I call for a blog entry on MWP – who's with me?! 🙂

  15. avatar
    Ellen | 7 September 2009 at 3:06 am #

    Shawn El, I'll second the vote for a blog re: MWP – if Steve is willing …

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