posted on May 22, 2009 at 1:46 am

everybody looking for a way in
everybody looking for that gap
fate moves us round like prawns in a game
you gotta jam with what you got
you gotta look at what you got
you gotta allow it be and luxuriate
you gotta put that time in
put that time in a slot and mail it to a future
little steven reading the greek myths
oh he loved those crazy olympian knuckleheads
i learned latin cos it was an old dead language
and i wanted remember all those beautiful words again
its raining
scarlet sits in my room drawing quietly
the rain pitter patter
the wind goes shoooosh
america sits out there across the sea
its the 21st sentry and im a old washed up rocker
but wait……!
some strange thing has happened
a glimmer of a little winged hope
and yet…
i chew bubble gum
i am addicted to sweets
i love sugar
i have a sweet truth
scarlet plays with her toys
her characters mutter to each other
dad! she calls out
i turn around
not you dad ! she says
oh it was one of her characters calling out dad…i see
she doesnt want me to watch her game
she has a little bag full of things
she takes the things out and handles them with gentle wonder
shes deep in some childish reverie and it must be lovely there
i myself have been in a childish reverie for 54 years
and i have moved with the tao
and i have fallen foul of fate
and i have derailed my own train
and i opened my mouth n shot off my foot
and i counted my soy chicken pieces
before they were cooked
and how green was my veggie burger
and my pitts burger and my jolie frappe
and in australia some footballers did some naughty things
with a lady
and a bushfire flooded through another town
a man bit a sharks hand off
and i landed on my feet
and hit the course running
someone says what about p=a?
i say what about it ?
they say the theme
i say the theme on which level?
they say the level of hypnogogic doo dah
i say post doo dah or naive doo dah
they say genuine naive old school doo dah
i say which old school?
they say
why lyneham high, steven john kilbey
there you are my son
and brendan prout riding your bikes home from the pool
talking about girls
on an endless summer evening that ended five minutes later
now its a late autumn afternoon
you hop in a car on northbourne ave
and its stefan strom
his car has no seats it has…deck chairs…!
strom is under age and driving a car with no seats but…deck chairs
the chairs slide all over the place as we go round corners
and as we pull up i keep banging my head
strom seems to have the knack of it
strom is fifteen n hes driving this car
and hes “rooted” a girl
i press him for the gory details
we went to her place at lunchtime he said
as our deck chairs slid around on the cars metal floor
and she lay on a bed
and she opened her legs
and i rooted her he said
and….i said
and what…? he said
was it any good ? i asked
he seemed dismayed by the whole thing
no …i dunno …it was alright…he said
the car stops
i get out
in a record shop on a cold rainy canberra afternoon
i meet some svelte little sweetie
she says im half italian
as we look at the cover of umma gumma together
we stand in the listening booth together
listening to astronomy domine
the half italian touches my hair
and i feel the whole universe
and the whole history of love
compressed into that listening booth
in that long gone record shop
in that long gone afternoon
but aint that what afternoons do….they go…dont they ?
the half italian is wearing mauve cord lee cooper jeans
we kiss for a minute
her tongue is truly mediterranean
and it invades my mouth like the empress of rome
theres a knocking at the glass door of the booth
the girls older sister
they have words
she shrugs and smiles
the sister
turning round once to glare at me
leads her away into the distance
im certain we’ll meet again but we never do
i float outside in the rain
where civic is beginning to get dark
i stand stupidly in the drizzle
the kiss has bewildered me
like my first snort of smack
like my first hit single
like my first car crash
like my first time up on a big stage
years later
in the fullness of time
i remembered
that i bought a record that day
i paid for it
they put it in a bag
and i walked out empty handed
and i never got to hear it
and the name of the record
which was a double vinyl album
was untitled #23

25 Responses to “sapienza”

  1. avatar
    Richard | 22 May 2009 at 3:19 am #

    never could connect with Canberra in the year I spent there

    just couldn’t cope with the fake lake and the fact the town centre is named after a fucking adjective

    maybe if I’d had your sort of luck in record shops…

  2. avatar
    the dean | 22 May 2009 at 3:24 am #

    I wasn’t gunna buy the vinyl but you’ve convinced me.

  3. avatar
    loolaabillions | 22 May 2009 at 3:57 am #

    sweet steve
    gotta make like a child
    to get into thy kingdom
    and yer in
    by a mile….xx

    oh i’m in the process
    of purchasing sum
    of your paintings
    i’m so excited bout this
    and very grateful.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 May 2009 at 4:49 am #

    What a great story.

  5. avatar
    Finn | 22 May 2009 at 5:05 am #

    Good one today Steve. Looking forward to my vinyl copy of U#23. About time you put out another record

  6. avatar
    princey | 22 May 2009 at 6:21 am #

    Heehee, I love reading about innocent little Steven back in the day, would love to hear more of your sweet memories :))))
    love Amanda

  7. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 22 May 2009 at 6:27 am #

    stefan strom sounds like a bit of a bullshit artist…..ah, god i think EVERYBODY remembers their first romantic/erotic moment, jesus christ i sure remember mine…
    as for having a sweet tooth, god mine is utterly deadly….what have i got in jars on the counter in my kitchen? jelly beans/jelly lollies, easter chocolate (being VERY disciplined there), jersey caramels, home made chocolate chip cookies and jam drops, marshmallows to put in our cups of hot chocolate, god i love sweeties…..YUM!!!!!!!

    love always…..

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    Jasperina | 22 May 2009 at 6:30 am #

    ooh that was a real nice story on real rainy sydney arvo. Steamy and magical with you’re intoxicating concoction of words. You got wings baby swooping the states with yur untitled#23 in yer beak while your tongue lingers on a lollie.

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 May 2009 at 6:48 am #

    Woah, that was a nice ending to the piece Professor, gave me Time- Travel-Universal-Loop-De-Doop-Melancholia-Life’s-Short-and-Cyclic tingles up the ole spine-doola…beautiful…

  10. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 22 May 2009 at 7:43 am #

    good luck on the us tour and good luck finding me afterwards…
    Dead To Write

  11. avatar
    verdelay | 22 May 2009 at 8:08 am #

    Memory, my lover
    Bitter betrayer
    We lay here together
    But I know
    You’re thinking of someone else

  12. avatar
    fantasticandy | 22 May 2009 at 10:08 am #

    i remember snogging a lass in a record store listening booth….
    daring stuff…or so i thought back then.
    the record was ‘i could never be a soldier’ by gnindrolog.

    good olde gnindrolog eh?

  13. avatar
    Freddie | 22 May 2009 at 12:30 pm #

    I enjoyed today’s journey. A car with no seats but deck chairs 🙂 sounds like something the boys back in the KY hills would’ve rigged up but then boys will be boys I suppose regardless of where they live. But that Italian kiss…wow. I couldn’t help but have a mental image like the one from an old video I saw of the promiscuous lil’ Italian girl standing outside of the confessional 😀

  14. avatar
    Mary | 22 May 2009 at 1:07 pm #

    wow the whole thing gave me goosebumps, i wish i could write like this, you are amazing.

  15. avatar
    seoigh | 22 May 2009 at 1:59 pm #

    that’s one of the best things you’ve written

    it would make a great song

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 May 2009 at 2:17 pm #

    And the half italian returns in an operetta.

  17. avatar
    restaurant mark | 22 May 2009 at 2:32 pm #

    hello steve…everyone
    makes me remember a few long afternoons, certain girls and certain kisses.
    didn’t get to comment yesterday…my wife definately fits more of the hourglass shape…although right now she’d say she’s more of an apple or apple belly at least. she could pop any time. the doctor is going to induce labor next wednesday if she hasn’t had her by then. very excited to hold my little girl!

    really want to get untitled #23 on vinyl. i have my two technics from my djing and love to pick up the occasional vinyl…the sound is just so warm. last one i got was radioheads in rainbows and it sounded great. so i look forward to that.

    by the way…i love deadman’s hand and anchorage! my new faves…

    take care

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 May 2009 at 3:02 pm #

    Here’s a thought:

    If The Church were to cover one Pink Floyd song, which one would you choose?

    (For some reason I’ve got Fearless from Meddle as a contender)

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 May 2009 at 4:25 pm #


    Interesting timing with parts of your passage today as I find myself totally wrapped up with a real corker. This song is blowing my hair back on about six different levels. I find myself wondering if the song is literally about a cold dismal place or about the things that anchor all of us and give us strength to go through this life.
    Some years ago I took my little sister and her two best friends to see you in Atlanta (Hologram tour) and they all loved Louisiana, and I thought it was kinda a snoozer. Fast forward some years and its one of my favorites. Your work unfolds slowly at times and reveals meaning at different times and stages of life I suppose. Its a wonderful gift, and as many have said this new album is infectious. I’m smitten.

  20. avatar
    veleska1970 | 22 May 2009 at 4:46 pm #

    “shes deep in some childish reverie and it must be lovely there
    i myself have been in a childish reverie for 54 years”
    and that’s wonderful. we lose that and we lose ourselves.

  21. avatar
    tendraftsdeep | 22 May 2009 at 6:58 pm #

    wow. nice words.

  22. avatar
    John Garratt | 22 May 2009 at 7:42 pm #

    “and the name of the record
    which was a double vinyl album
    was untitled #23″

    Godamn shipping takes FOREVER.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 May 2009 at 9:22 pm #

    pedro had heard it on the lemon tree and the olive tree and the grape vine,that christos was in love.pedro rather fancied the idea that the empires kisses should be married to the sultan in the towering river terrace,and he wished to become the toy-boy,’) xo

  24. avatar
    Cee | 22 May 2009 at 9:28 pm #

    It’s a Bach Cantata #147 kind of memory…

  25. avatar
    craig1.618 | 22 May 2009 at 9:47 pm #

    painkiller and #23 arrive tomorrow

    kk will be here soonish i hope

    looking forward to those streams

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