posted on July 29, 2011 at 10:52 pm

a dolls house


that hotel corridor

the static electricity and the hair on your suit stands on end

which door leads to that

a hundred guitars you played

as you playing the song over and over

as you scream and glide through every tonight

on the bus in the darkness the road sings not far from your head

at the party a blonde held your hand who smelt of distant storm

in houston on a rooftop as a lightning struck

and you were running through a vineyard in the rain

and it was summer in western australia and the rain was warm

and you ate grapes with a roadie marvelling at their deliciousness

and you were in some town in winter hurtling through ice to a gig

and you were singing and signing and eating your lunch

you were young and old

you were going mad

you were breaking down

you were exhausted

running along

down a basement in asbury park playing in a bar

afterwards in a huge lonely dark hotel it was quiet

man the dips and the flips

getting on a train to seattle all loaded on the track

in vienna in a garden drinking orange juice

in italy i rode on the back of some dusky girls vespa

in london i sat in a cab glumly searching for smack

in eden i was digging some cool snaky jazz on my apple man

in paris nobody cared and nor did i

i was on my own with this big big band

i rocked and i rolled it was slow and fast

bam bam boom boom i learnt my bass

i heard the drum and go boom bam boom in time

years later i playing in some big industrial town

we got lost coming in an argument ensued

when i got to the gig i had eaten some hash

i guess someone gave it to me in spain

or maybe amsterdam i was down in this lane

and in hamburg the guy on the desk said what do you need

he opened his coat he had everything

but the lights were too bright

the musics so loud

im drowning in crowd

im going under

i wave my arms

its alright

its showbiz

you gotta keep your eye on the prize

dont ya?



20 Responses to “residual memorex”

  1. avatar
    kell | 29 July 2011 at 11:19 pm #

    What is the prize, exactly? As long as u know within yerself the answer to that, all’s well…(i’m sure you do)…

  2. avatar
    kell | 29 July 2011 at 11:20 pm #

    And never forget it…

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    Boriah | 30 July 2011 at 1:53 am #

    “i guess someone gave it to me in Spain”. Comeback sometime! Shit, you´ll never stop missing the stuff, kinda your curse.

    The best two songs of your entire catalogue:

    -“Pain in my temples”
    -“Ride into the sunset”

    When you sing about ancient civilizations, mythology and escapism…you deliver the best!


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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 30 July 2011 at 3:18 am #

    ‘You gotta keep your eye on the prize…don’t ya’ …what happens when the prize is not what you thought it was going to be? What happens when the ringing in your ears is not the echo from your last flash and stomp? What happens when the stage starts to disappear and you find yourself alone in it all? What keeps a man (or lowly lady) moving onward when all you feel like is that your twisting in someone roses wind? How can you take inventory on the things you have already consumed?

    I don’t know how you do it Killer, but when the walls are stacked against us all – when do we say ‘ enough is enough ‘ and search for the Exit door which is always so poorly placed and lit. Not to darken anyones day, I just feel tired …tired of all…tired of the mundane… tired to say another word.

    Darrin K.

    I’m ok, just dealing with a bout of extreme pain lately and each of these days has no difference than the previous or the one that’s ahead. Pain is darkness, just wish someone knew where the lightswitch was at…

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    cee pop | 30 July 2011 at 3:39 am #

    and in hamburg the guy on the desk said what do you need
    he opened his coat he had everything
    but the lights were too bright
    the musics so loud
    im drowning in crowd
    im going under
    i wave my arms
    its alright
    its showbiz
    you gotta keep your eye on the prize
    dont ya?

    Y en Hamburgo el hombre del escritorio me pregunta que necesito
    abrio su abrigo y lo tenia todo
    pero las luces estaban muy fuertes
    la musica tan alta
    me estoy ahogando en la muchedumbre
    me voy debajo
    agito mis brazos
    esta bien
    es el mundo del espectáculo
    hay que mantener el ojo en el premio

  6. avatar
    Once | 30 July 2011 at 9:02 am #

    Is it live, or is it Memorex?
    Little bit of both I guess
    Past and present overlap
    And future teases, tempts you back
    And present reels with regret
    And fear.

    • avatar
      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 30 July 2011 at 10:54 am #

      glad to have u back …you were missed like the passing of time.

  7. avatar
    Richard | 30 July 2011 at 10:33 am #

    “you were young and old

    you were going mad

    you were breaking down

    you were exhausted

    running along”


  8. avatar
    Narelle | 30 July 2011 at 1:01 pm #

    now thats quite an adventure…who was it that said “no man can twice enter the same river”…never a dull moment
    safe travels

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 July 2011 at 3:45 pm #

    note of the photo…just finished (re)reading The Scarlet Pimpernel, which is neither here nor there, except that… started sketching a new painting: a gentle and beautiful cortesan, hiding her young cousin (from the guillotine) from accusation; and should she be caught aiding him, she too will be executed… when [he] secretly enters her apartment to rescue them… the cortesan and her cousin are standing across the room at the far end of her dining table — a gilt mirror behind them — as they watch him enter; caped and elusive, his face is shown through partial reflection… the rest of the story (in the painting) is told within the table…

    I did a double take of the photo (which it is very beautiful by the way)when I read this blog post earlier today.

  10. avatar
    matt davison | 30 July 2011 at 5:01 pm #

    Thats a great shot at the Dolls House. I ve been there!! and the master of the house wants you back for a quick smoke at Spots………..

  11. avatar
    hellbound heart | 30 July 2011 at 5:03 pm #

    ‘he opened his coat he had everything’
    oh man have you ever read a novel by cliver barker called ‘weaveworld’? magic…..was a man who had a coat….opened it and in its lining you saw the thing that you wanted/craved most in the entire world….of course it came at a huge price, but those kinds of things generally do, don’t they?
    love always……

  12. avatar
    Once | 31 July 2011 at 9:49 am #

    My “proper comment” on this one is that when reading it, the following happens:

    Seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling, tasting, wanting, spinning…

    Sardonically grinning.

    ONLY SK can do this. At risk of sounding like a total pleb, I am grateful for this kind of writing…damn, it’s so special.

  13. avatar
    Ingrid | 31 July 2011 at 8:36 pm #

    And in Kincumber you’ll be having the broccolini.

  14. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 1 August 2011 at 5:49 am #

    thanks for everything you are doing for this prize 🙂

  15. avatar
    Cocoamo | 1 August 2011 at 8:36 am #

    It’s all coming back like a dream…

    Speaking of eye on the prize, ever read Martin Eden, by Jack London? It’s about an artist who somehow manages to keep painting despite freezing and starving, all for the dream of going to the South Sea Islands to paint. He finally realizes his dream, but on the ship on the voyage over…well, you’ll have to read it.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

  16. avatar
    Galamor the Wizard | 1 August 2011 at 5:46 pm #

    Have you noticed Tame Impala Time Being? I think they need a good producer for their next album that won’t distort the drums and has more of a cultural affinity with the band and the Beatles.

  17. avatar
    herman the German | 1 August 2011 at 6:32 pm #

    The gig in Vienna was a blinder, all of the chaps in top form, fantastic setlist, when are ya coming back to Germany/Austria?

  18. avatar
    little squaw | 2 August 2011 at 3:40 pm #

    Who’s really in control of the 3rd rock? I wonder.. anyways..

    little chief = fairy godmother 😉

    ‘she’ whispers wisdom/secrets/knowledge to me, so that i may set a proper luxurious fire and not a half-a$$ed one..

    one shot and out for the night!

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