posted on February 17, 2008 at 2:06 am

in 1983 and a half
i was dating a mermaid called marina
i was hooked on a drug called glass
i often had that glazed over look
sometimes i felt shattered
sometimes i felt transparent
i was on a tour in south america
the magic realists tour
cocaine was 5 cents a gram
and you could get a five course meal for a smile
orphans hounded us
they kidnapped our then keyboardist
a czech needed cash
he turned up 3 years later in memphis
wearing a skirt and saying he was malcolm fraser
i was in a hotel room
trying the local glass
it came in clear sheets
it had no odour but a sharp taste
we were playing in the forests
in the glens
down by a racetrack
in the market square
in my bathroom wine flowed from the taps
red wine from one side
white from the other
my feet were screaming
my songs were still in customs
being inspected
the south americans slept all day
i roamed the empty streets
thieving from unattended bazaars
an old lady told my fortune with the cards
she smiled and then cried
and she smiled again
she smacked me round the head
and told me in to fuck off back to montevideo
the orphans caught up with me
joined by a load of urchins
ploogy had a friend called bbbob
who was a albino herm with esp
and a ford aurora
with creamy bucket seats
and a console made of jet and obsidian
the car smelt of sandalwood and indica cigarettes
bbbob picked us up in amazon street
just round the corner from the brazilian bank
where i saved a gazillion pesos by feigning interest
the glass really kicked in
a window of opportunity
the coppers were keen to interview me
let em get in line behind los pop hits i thought
and some tv show on after midnight in rio
where things got real magic realistic sometimes
i’d watched it before
when some shaman with a crow had been on
and some author who claims to change into a jaguar
(or was it a daimler)
the glass was letting it all through
the mermaid had swum a long way to get to our next gig
which was down in some bar in chile
but she was netted by japs for re-surch
an ugly business
they stood on her scales
she was tanked to the gills
holy mackerel!!
the sub-mariners own sweet sister
angled like a perch
with baited breath
flounder about
it really cut her up
and that is why i dont drive mazdas or fiats
in my hotel room
condensation was forming on my glass
i gotta get outta here i called my evil manager
roger u centsless
theres a boat leaves next week says centsless
its bound for joppa……
be on it he said
our last gig at the old brazilian was a failure
ploogy gave away his snare drum and his microphones
and then he gave away his kidneys and other organs
our trombonist was arrested after a scuffle in a nightclub
involving an incan prince inkin’ prints
and some hookers booked by the bookers for the cookers
by hook or by crook but look……
they were all shook up
jimmy jim jim our californian zitherist
who came on for universal chord
fell into some glass on santiago blvde
i can see everything he said
before he got all misty
the tour lost a prophet
the loss was sustained
our record co satan lucifer records
funded by bad corporations
trading in naughty products
they bailed us out
after i promised i’d write another
over the mrilky lei
of course
i did
that song was called
rock lil honeybun (cos big daddy gonna gitcha) (pts 1 and 2)
and the rest
as they say

28 Responses to “premise on the premises”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 3:21 am #

    Sometimes Steve…
    You are a friggin’ hoot.

    Tamp, Fl

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 4:05 am #

    i’m awake, lord, follower, ordinary man, uncommon man.
    life’s pure aurora – jump off the history.
    “just round the corner from the brazilian bank
    where i saved a gazillion pesos by feigning interest”
    congratulations (in my alien vocoderized voice): you summed it all up in these two (uni)verses. but it’s not “pesos”, the correct currency is “real/reais”. not so royal in the summertime, february, feverish, feigning foreign unconsciousness. but whatever money, it’s being saved but you can’t check the account, you seem to have lost the password. how could you, bastard? haha. it’s just a joke, bloke.
    the tv show was a turn off when adulthood cheered on the balcony. the good thing is that not only on tv shows that it was getting that magic realistic. sometimes just narcissistic but who insists in anything rather than themselves? it’s all about a screen, isn’t it? yet i hear you scream for some logic cream. in the desert where the crow awaits. it’s all about a dream but don’t screw it… it’s not about a dream anymore, we were safely guided back to ?
    the old brazilian was not a failure, come on, i remember south america as much as you. i’m not a part of it anymore, a disengaged parrot, getting free from the (horrible) zoo where the public feeds undesired food.
    the old brazilian is just some past. a misty misadventure of true exclusive advantages.
    sometimes it’s like this. you write, i answer. it’s not a question any longer. it is what it is and for this i feel….
    believe it or not.

  3. avatar
    markobears | 17 February 2008 at 4:31 am #

    5 cents a grams! even my toes would be numb. Id roll in it. eat. shoot. snort, die!!!

  4. avatar
    the dean | 17 February 2008 at 5:42 am #

    It reads like a mirror but I’ll have to look into it.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 5:42 am #

    to anon 3:05,
    interest reading really. i have two questions. 1) by what a chance did you get to know the TV show? 2)what makes you think it’s narcissistic? 3)What do you think a mommy crow will wait in a desert? a shaman? a magician? the third question you need not answer, it’s water. and any drop of the water she’ll save for her baby.

    i feel i’m blessed, too. but also cursed.

  6. avatar
    The Good Ripple | 17 February 2008 at 5:44 am #

    Har har. Good one today Steve yer on a roll.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 5:53 am #

    once before the crusades
    once up on a time
    walking on rust colored eggshells
    towards jerusalem
    deaths breath on our necks
    wooden shoes and termites
    before our teeth cracked in dreams
    before the paper bans
    in between the times of our lives
    all these
    multitudes more
    teach us again

  8. avatar
    princey | 17 February 2008 at 8:42 am #

    This is for Thommo of Denmark :
    “I don’t get it” boom boom

  9. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 17 February 2008 at 9:01 am #

    my computer’s been dicky all weekend…really hope your beautiful paintings turn up…loved today’s blog and also yesterday’s…insight into your earlier times…i’m afraid that up until my late 20’s i hated my life and myself and who i was…i guess that i’ve made my life a better thing now i’m older and it’s no use rueing the past, you either make your peace with it and/or accept the fact that it’s all water under the fucking bridge…
    love always…

  10. avatar
    linjo | 17 February 2008 at 9:20 am #

    Such a colourful life Steve, no wonder you are who you are (apart from the albino hermaphrodite). Is it all true?
    Anyway, fascinating reading. My wordsmith, what is the synonym for svengali, without any evil intent?

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 9:51 am #

    tis true. 😀 ;D tis all cool is that!..nice blogge SK!thank you.

  12. avatar
    davem | 17 February 2008 at 10:12 am #

    When did they change their name to Carrere?


  13. avatar
    fantasticandy | 17 February 2008 at 10:38 am #

    iv’e actually got ‘the church’ on carrere…..ON CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    only copy iv’e ever seen.
    euro version of ‘skins’.
    best album cover of all time bar none!

    re: rock lil honeybun (cos big daddy gonna gitcha)…..
    ploogy’s tam-tam solo on pt 2 was the best bit.
    love yer ALL!
    andy L.

  14. avatar
    davem | 17 February 2008 at 10:47 am #

    I’ve never seen that Andy. Seance was the last Carrere release? 83?…years before cd’s…at least for me. I didn’t but any cd’s until SA!!!

  15. avatar
    isolde | 17 February 2008 at 11:30 am #

    brill blog

  16. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 17 February 2008 at 11:42 am #

    on a roll

  17. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 17 February 2008 at 11:56 am #

    Wow SK- what an amazing life you have had & still do. I wonder what ‘saved’ you?

    I was in shock when I found out that my brother was a junky in the late 80s. I rang N.A who advised – ‘he needs unconditional love & there is nothing you can do, if he is still alive at 40 he will kick it’. It was an accurate prophesy. Due largely to the unconditional love of our mother & her assistance – he survived. I’m proud of him, he lives a spirtual life with his wonderful partner, oh and he still smokes a little herb too………

  18. avatar
    matthew | 17 February 2008 at 1:58 pm #

    OMG SK, that was very inspired! Too many quotes to recall without multiple readings, but “an incan prince inkin’ prints” stands out… hahahahaha…. brilliant stuff.

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 2:26 pm #

    guffaw guffaw. brilliant

  20. avatar
    veleska1970 | 17 February 2008 at 3:28 pm #

    hilarious. thanks for the laugh.

    lotza love….

  21. avatar
    CSTCoach | 17 February 2008 at 5:04 pm #

    nice one today. in the spirit of marquez but much trippier, riddled with double meanings and puns. the choich in an alternate reality, a parallel universe perhaps. a pleasure to read. 🙂

    ever been to south america for reel?

  22. avatar
    Gareth,Notts | 17 February 2008 at 5:55 pm #

    steve,i went to see manchesters finest,Puressence the other night and was stunned into awed silence,as were the entire crowd, by the 2nd support band Exit Calm. Proper intense,brooding, atmospheric space-rock,infact the first thing i thought was how much they reminded me of The Church,Priest=Aura era,not least due to the atmospheric willson-piper-esque guitar! The entire crowd was transfixed by this unsigned band from start to finish.Check them out on myspace and see what you think,I think you will be impressed,and i think most Church fans will be too!…..

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 9:29 pm #

    Thankyou Steven what a fine read first thing mon morning…x Amy

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2008 at 9:30 pm #

    you’ve managed to marry the history with the fantasy. Now everyone’s happy. Keep going.

    Scott N.

  25. avatar
    princey | 17 February 2008 at 10:56 pm #

    Hi sk, just wondering if you had any news about your paintings?? I saw your lyrics book on ebay, very professional looking ha ha! Actually, I’ve still got one of your plectrums you threw out during the pre-Starfish tour at the Palace almost 20 years ago, hmmmmmm, wonder if I could make some BIG bucks out of it????

    Have a beautiful day sk.
    Love Amanda

  26. avatar
    B Raine | 17 February 2008 at 11:45 pm #

    high hate that word hoot reminds me of an x-boss who happenned to be an x-cop and hed check up on us to make sure we werent smoking in the garage..

    however as far as glass…wondertwin power activate I couldnt think of anything better//something called oh i forget some kind of yayo yellow snow i dunno..two “samples” show up we go in the woods on the island and run around…amazing,,clear crystal energizing one w/nature plants insects, the dirt ocean trees pet cemetry…never thought how yayo could connect me to every drop of thirsty water that perked up…all this….and im insolin dependent i say..oh and i do my valium this way too….down with the steele
    some times you come so close to …uve been there to say pls god just let me get through

    quick like a bunny 8 minutes left as the emac is not online

    greatest hallucination of all
    Ocean beach
    while the sand whispered my name inbetween the beach fires and games
    I lie down on the sand..outstretched before me is the earth goddess far as the sky was stretched…she hovered their…..
    later I would put LSD down 4ever

    thjey always came….and they meany business…

    take care steve More
    of those experiences
    what does the forum think of GOV research chems
    5meo amt felt guilty at the pleasure……no more for this old boy just the leftovers

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 February 2008 at 12:13 am #

    have your paintings turned up yet sk?..still crossing the fingers for you,and their safe return! x

  28. avatar
    Sunshine | 19 February 2008 at 4:54 am #

    How do you do that, SK? Magnificent.


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