posted on March 5, 2007 at 12:23 am

kilbey kilbey kilbey
my head is full of myself
get thee behind me
summoned here
only a moment ago
i was dreaming i was a man
aeons and atoms
connexion by impulse
i just had to think
and my fingers moved
i was upon a world
such a world existed in gods dream
and he dreamed of a green sea
filled with silver fish
and he dreamed of forests
inhabited by giants
and grey gnomes
and he dreamed
of a great rainbow bridge
and a thunderstorm that raged for years
that snatched birds and flying machines from the air
and dashed them against the mountains
and the people there
called kilbey from his sleep
from his deep sleep
called into their world
a world without proof
no, erase that!
it was the best of all possible worlds
i was happy there
a leap of faith is required
kilbey still asleep somewhere
god dreams of rivers
of stones bubbling in clear water
of kingfishers and weeping willows
horses in the shade
fox cubs in their lair
far seeing owls and tiny brown mice
twitchy rabbits and nervous deer
and jaguars and ocelots and
great diamond backed serpents drinking from pools
mountains full of snow
goji and other medicinal berries
bright against white
such sweet nectar
oh god
how great thou art supplies
god dreaming dreaming dreaming
worlds comets universes
complete down to the tiniest detail
every big n little thing filled with the one life
kilbey is just a mass of bits n pieces
held together by life
and the moment that life is gone
the bits n pieces will return
to the elements
but the life
its gods life
that life
will dream again n again
dreaming that kilbey is on this world
non-pristine world
a suddenly looking used up world
a world of oh such pain
so much so much agoni
so much torture
everyone there
crying weeping groaning
oh no
will we all die daddy
yes and no
yes and no
yes and no
god keep dreaming
somewhere else they need me
they dont need me here
i dont deserve this
i was asleep in a formless realm
and now
kilbey dont be sad now
kilbey just be glad now
but but but
now hush now kilbey
we will wait for you
over here
over there
why me why me
kilbey you know this answer well
what should i do?
nothing to be done
its been taken care of
kilbey relax now
god is dreaming
we are the wonderful things he dreams
solid as you like
but essentially
just like you
they are nothing
happy nothing
never just nothing
nothing at all
all at once
once and for all
for all intents n purposes
nothing more
more or less
and thats
one thing
you just cant buy

25 Responses to “panelbeaten”

  1. avatar
    fantasticandy | 5 March 2007 at 1:09 am #

    you make me think, hard,
    about mt place in the scheme of things.
    this is good.
    andy L.

  2. avatar
    fantasticandy | 5 March 2007 at 1:11 am #

    dyslexia strikes again.

  3. avatar
    Celticat | 5 March 2007 at 1:14 am #

    Mornin’ Killer

    Really enjoyed todays blogge – from Bunners WA on a public hol mon labour day.


  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2007 at 1:23 am #

    oh god, you always make me feel so comfortable and safe, and so disturbed and scared at the same time. idunno. beautiful imagery. as always. we adore you, sk.

  5. avatar
    mike a | 5 March 2007 at 2:39 am #

    Truly magical!!

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2007 at 2:39 am #

    I love the “mass of bits and pieces” you’re made of sk, never stop dreaming.

    Have fun at tonights gig, I’m already having really bad withdrawl symptoms. Come back soon ok!

    Love you always,

  7. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 5 March 2007 at 2:45 am #

    Remanere Records?

  8. avatar
    the dean | 5 March 2007 at 2:48 am #

    another thing that you just can’t buy yet is mimesis. When?

  9. avatar
    Daberhasher | 5 March 2007 at 4:09 am #

    ah, see what a good nights sleep can do… the moon rides high, silvery and kind…


  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2007 at 4:37 am #

    What about Rangi Records?

  11. avatar
    verdelay | 5 March 2007 at 7:32 am #

    This thing that happened
    Lashed to
    That thing that never happened
    Wrapped around
    This person I was
    Coiled up with
    That person you were
    Pressed against
    Ribbons of circumstance
    Looped over
    Threads of indecision
    Entwined with
    Decisions never made

    Never mind
    It’s knot really me

  12. avatar
    kat | 5 March 2007 at 9:20 am #

    i know what you mean, sk. outstanding.


  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2007 at 10:28 am #


  14. avatar
    Samosanx | 5 March 2007 at 11:22 am #

    you’re getting really f’n good

    scarey, solid, real solid; Gasp


  15. avatar
    veleska1970 | 5 March 2007 at 11:49 am #

    sleep perchance to dream….interesting images being conjured up.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2007 at 1:23 pm #

    mimesis april 2nd

  17. avatar
    restaurant mark | 5 March 2007 at 1:47 pm #

    great one man…love the imagery. yesterday’s was great too, coming up with names for stuff (band, studio, label, album title)…it’s a funny yet aggravating process.
    take care

  18. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 5 March 2007 at 3:33 pm #

    you may be just dreaming of me beside yourself…

  19. avatar
    MEM | 5 March 2007 at 6:53 pm #

    no=$13 4 bono

    ok. who’s the idiot, here?


    i get it.

    i lost it.

    nothing i can say

    about that

    if i were me,

    i think i would

    look pretty…




    fuck that!

    we are all


    beneath the



  20. avatar
    davem | 5 March 2007 at 7:52 pm #

    Why you why you why you?
    Just be…..Esskay.
    It’s magnificent this TTB.
    Every day you seem to be distilling our essence, making us purer, guiding us to something bigger and better.
    Bigger than just the music but then your music is cavernous and expanding. It’s opening doors more rapidly than chemicals could ever achieve and it’s sustaining too.
    The creativity of your output is just glorious and gorgeous.
    Wave after wave and I’m drowning.

  21. avatar
    davem | 5 March 2007 at 7:58 pm #

    Unusually my work happened to take me to London today and strangely enough to Islington.
    So I managed to check out the Carling Academy Islington ahead of April 30th and a hotel not tooooo far away where me and my 14-year old son can bed down after THE event.
    I’m getting excited now.

  22. avatar
    gareth,notts | 5 March 2007 at 8:03 pm #

    now that was amazing! i just know i’ll be coming back to that one again n again…..

  23. avatar
    knot | 5 March 2007 at 8:50 pm #


    She felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can,

    Through her bright fluttering rags, the dark, the cold.

    Some farthest star, remembering what man

    Forgets, had warmed her little head with gold.

    Above her, hollow-eyed, long blind to tears,

    Leaf-cloaked, a skeleton of stone arose. . . .

    Oh, castle-shadow of a thousand years,

    Where you have fallen — is this the thing that grows?

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2007 at 10:33 pm #

    Nice dream………oh so able to be nice sooo Luxurious the way it was meant to be> Today, i’m feelin useless and tired…not enough money, could scratch it all down. A-Z not enough herb, a tiresome chain of being…sometimes what looked decent or even good, in some time before, then reveals its nasty and hollow being- of circumstance- infinite chaos and shit…do do do…for example, the horrible decadence of the schools i work in…I’m really too tired to (ever)lay it all out for perspextive…life just starts to seem really bleak, considering…this all…Anyway, it makes me think,being in the wrong places and the wrong times, fuckin babysitting brats when you should be space=rocking or prosperous in an evolved atmosphere..or such…Then I say YEAH….SK, you are very fortunata to not be like MOI…Cuz after awhile you lose touch and sense with the phantasy and its brilliance…when you are slogging along in an urban nightmare…i definitely need osiric some point. Dee in ~Texas

  25. avatar
    tim | 5 March 2007 at 11:38 pm #

    An intrancing, delectible, little post today….very nice!

    It’s not always easy… carring the weight of the world(s)

    ciao for now being!

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