posted on April 17, 2010 at 1:24 am

who am i….?
i as born in 1954 in welwyn garden city herts england
at an early age i learned to breathe
at a later stage i got my 1st bass
suite 16
never been kissed
did a deal with some devil
my dad said watchit slim !
i immediate bass addict
i want to make your inside vibrate to the pulse
i want to sync up my lips to the unsinking star
i go n make a fucking record
bingo! yes!
eventually confused
whisked here n there
berlin brazil babylon nineveh
oh hi
i in ohio
of all places in some airport hotel
my room is not too shabby
my window is opaque
i can see nothing but grey thru it
my foggy dazed eyes
my ringing ears
my sore throat
my confused mind
a nervous poet type
a dopey aesthete
an austere venerated old boy
oh i type the light fantastic
oh i sing i dance i fall asleep
sorry i am absent today
decided little steven was feeling kinda bilious and
thought he better stay home deep in my id
where he sits in the mirror in lyneham
fiddling with his ludicrous hairdo and plucking his violent bass
his violin bass
boom boom boom he wants to play so well
he can feel it but it cant happen
that boy wants to play then
like i play now but time needs its space
let me be a rocknroll star he prays to his graven craven image of
marco boleyn
who presides over this teenage room of rock adulation
behold the wardrobe is plastered with pics of
alvin lee
neil young
and other black n white pages torn from go-set magazine
the boy hasnt heard some of em but he likes the look
the beatles arrived 6 years ago
the b n w world exploaded into colour glo
now i got me my long hair
now i got me my bass
now i got me my amp
many many years later
the ohio express
the 1st time i heard the word ohio
a bubblegum band
yummy yummy yummy i got love in my tummy
chewy chewy chewy chewy
warped kinda catchy songs
ohio express
wow that sounded exotic to me then
me n tim n pete go eat dinner in a diner
its almost empty
i have a boca burger
the lights make the waitress look like a cadaver in her skinniness
the food is dead n over cooked
the world is a blur of cars rushing by in a drizzle
last night was last life
we played on a stage and we did well
the people clapped n cheered and i smiled
i sang a song or 2 which meant something to em
i shot my words at them and some got hit
they remembered things
old times
past n dead loves
old houses and gone homes
the smell of something familiar but absent
what am i doing?
is it good or bad or neutral?
this is what i have been practicing all my life
to pluck that string
to sing that word
to write your song
the soundtrack to your 9 lives, cats
my voice oh you can trust it
cos it doth not sing of money thing
my song belong in the throng of throngs
universal and subconscious
my songs are just love in a sonic form
love congealed into sound
us 4 who love to make this music
we try to jazz it up
we try to imply not step on your “i”
you should infer thats what we prefer
love this music that now belongs to you
oh i came a long way to ohio today
travel by thought
travel by stone n gravel
travel by wheel whats the deal
travel by gps guided by mech voices
a knight off
a knight at the altar of altered states of america
east coast time being
mean time
my room is quiet and sealed
i hear a distant wind whining in some place
but the sound is comforting n far off here in my room
my bed is big enuff for 4 me’s
i could sleep sideways
i could sleep hovering above it
i could sleep with the stars god knows they are so low
the crescent moon is icy
the whole night says stay in lock yer door
the room is green n brown as usual
tasteful paintings abound
heavy drapes
i am safe at last
can hear n see nothing
like a luxury jail
fire alarm winks green
now im gonna do something else
but…. what………?

20 Responses to “pretty beat poet”

  1. avatar
    vernicus | 17 April 2010 at 2:22 am #

    Only 3 more nights until I see you in Pittsburgh! I'm driving 6 hours from Rochester, NY in order to see the show Monday night. I'll be hanging out around the venue Monday hoping to run into you. I already got Marty, Peter and Tim to autograph my MAtS CD sleeve back in 2004, but it's still missing the distinctive ink of SKilbey.

  2. avatar
    John Garratt | 17 April 2010 at 2:36 am #

    I'll be seeing you tomorrow night then.

  3. avatar
    Freddie | 17 April 2010 at 2:41 am #

    Enjoyed reading this…yep I did! Hope you get nice peaceful rest tonight beat poet. And yeah, you're pretty too. ;^) xoxo

  4. avatar
    LF | 17 April 2010 at 2:46 am #

    Liked this, but sorry you are spending your night off in an airport hotel. They are one of the higher levels of Architecture Hell, but infernal nonetheless.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 April 2010 at 2:56 am #

    "fire alarm blinks green" – brilliant and comforting. After the tour take some time and write a book Steve. Could be the "next chapter"

  6. avatar
    Broken Toys and Heros | 17 April 2010 at 3:15 am #

    Try n get some needed rest. I hope you are not to road weary. U championed the cause last night here in Chicago. U reinforced all our beliefs in this troubling time. U made time stand still and than reverse. U gave us all new found memories than no one can displace. I smiled as I left the show with my beautiful wife and close friends of Ben and Krystyna. I havnt smiled for awhile. I have U to thank for that.

    Thank You Steve…

    and get some needed rest…U so deserve it.



  7. avatar
    evilren | 17 April 2010 at 3:23 am #

    Love scares all who don't know it. I think the *love*
    is what I have always liked about the Church's music
    and what makes it unique. In such bleak times, I
    truly appreciate this escape. Enjoi your hotel womb
    Mr. Kilbey.

  8. avatar
    bc | 17 April 2010 at 3:31 am #

    meditate? expand inner-peace? call home? disable alarm?

  9. avatar
    JJ | 17 April 2010 at 3:34 am #

    It's past time, mean time, all over and in between time, it's like Halloween time…..your own words come back to me in song, memorable voice, voicings, vocalizations.

    How do we get to where we are at this moment? It's as if tectonic plates shift unnoticed and stealthy through the decades and – suddenly you pause, and you're in a hotel womb in Ohio. Ohio; tin soldiers and Nixon calling…..then Neil is closing the Canadian Olympics decades later.

    I too saw the thin, Crescent Moon on returning from Indian Restaurant this warm evening, a faint ochre smile in the black sky. Like the Cheshire Cat's grin after he faded away. Wondering how I got here.

    I was also born 1954, across an ocean from you. Impending birthday makes me nervous as I pretend to ignore it.

    Safe travels, TTB.


  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 April 2010 at 4:23 am #

    you could listen to dark, experimental, folk, Swedish shoegazy pop albums I sent you and travel to other worlds

  11. avatar
    Steven Krut | 17 April 2010 at 6:07 am #

    Sounds like you've got the U.S. blues. In-between the wonderful parts, there's lots and lots of bleh.

  12. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 17 April 2010 at 6:57 am #

    i spent a night on a hotel room a coupla weeks ago and i couldn't sleep at all….big bed, pillows too pouffy and nothing but recycled air conditioning to breathe….felt like i was suffocating…..

    love always…..

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 April 2010 at 7:57 am #

    …And when you finally reach Sellersville, Pennsylvania and work your wonderous magic upon the mere mortals at The Sellerville Theatre, take some time whilst on your travels to visit "Churchville", Pennsylvania – for it is a magical place – filled with song and dance, Hoffman Basses and Rickenbacker Guitars, Goblins, Ghosts, Ghouls and all sorts of wayward spirits…Why, they even have Cheshire Cats, who speak in philosophical poetry and flash their evil, manic grins! ;]
    …No wait! I lied about the Cheshire Cats!
    But they DO have a pretty decent
    veggie place in town….
    You asked for it!
    Good luck and stay well! PEACE!

  14. avatar
    Melquiades | 17 April 2010 at 12:57 pm #

    phew. have to come back and read this…..good n heavy

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 April 2010 at 1:11 pm #

    Damn, wonder what must be going through ole Bob's head?

    Go further east, old son.

    Wilfred P

  16. avatar
    Beth | 17 April 2010 at 6:15 pm #

    You're in the eekie state! 🙂

    I'll be seeing you soon! Yay! 🙂

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 April 2010 at 6:52 pm #

    SK -Saw you in Chicago, almost fell off my chair when you sang "Lonliness is the cloak you wear"-actually got chills – such a tribute to Scott Walker another brilliant musician. Park West is a loverly place – never been there before and I am 1 year older than u-a Chi-town geezerette!!
    Afterwards we waited to say hello and see your new choppers but we had to go. We got to speak to Marty – what a wonderful person, such a happy camper – love him too.
    You seem in a much better happier place than last year – so thrilled you came to sing to us again.THANKYOU. msmel

  18. avatar
    Daniel McCormick | 18 April 2010 at 4:11 pm #

    Hey, Anon: Which swedish shoegaze albums did you send to Steve? I'm always looking for more shoegaze sounds. Please post.

  19. avatar
    cazziem | 18 April 2010 at 10:23 pm #

    The first line poses the question "Who am I?"

    However there is no easy response! Is it a question you are posing to your faithful followers, or one to yourself?

    At the end of the day, I think you have shown us beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are whoever you want, and choose to be.

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 April 2010 at 7:36 pm #

    Looking forward to seeing you in NYC. Just a warning – City Winery is not the best venue in the world (not even the best venue in NYC). Bad acoustics and small stage…oh well…looking forward to the show.

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