posted on August 22, 2007 at 2:16 am

oh
all those things i cant tell you about
all that stuff i cant bear to forget
and i cant stand to remember
the dark stuff
the weird scenes inside the silvermine
banking on nights to never end
that always do
oh that cold light
12 hours hence lies another night
another room to take you in its warm arms
in the darkness
white powder
flesh
someone in a costume
oh god my ears are ringing
wine bottles full of starblood
cos it all fills me with longing
for some new violation
for some transgression of the outside world
to take it and bend it and have it your own way
to bend it over n over again
according to your will
a little maid appears
im here to do your room mr kilbey
oh ok
yes turn down my eiderdown
turn it down the way you do
im having the world a la carte
im a hungry man travelling thru a forest in 1616
i meet a little blonde maid in a dell
sweet sunlit bower
we lay among the flowers
a man needs a maid
maid bring me my gloves
maid bring me my glasses
i need to see better
this delicate work i do
these improvisations on a theme
come here now maid
and take away these things
im so busy lazing away here
the world is chucked out the window
look out the window
what do you see
the world, of course
i see myself in the mirror
all bothered n distracted
my chest heaving like a sea
my heart beating like a drunk drummer
walking on this dipping floor
dripping dew drops and snow flakes
pink candles flare in the corners
shrine to some kytheran goddess
venus in a shell harbour
venus in synthetic furs
venus, fly! trap!
the candles emit some scent
has permeated my cavernous mind in its fogginess
the smoke hangs in the air suspended
sweet bitter taste in my mouth
oh is a saint supposed to do this?
i remember my name again
i seem disconnected from its anglosaxon implications
i see it as disembodied vowels n consonants
poetry floods thru my drains
all those rude n rotten fucking poets
who knew how to live it up
all the way down to jimbo
ah poor sweet dead jimbo
too soon
too soon
gone down below where the goblins go
oh no jimbo 27 too soon to go
you saw it coming tho
sweet arthur rimbaud
rockstarchildpoet
you had it all your way
absinthe bent your brain
and you got it all down
deranged n derugulated
you let your senses wander
but jus’ like me n jimbo
we were lookin’ at the big picture too
the big picture on the wall in my room
little maid please straighten up the big picture
oh its hanging so crooked
like a guilty serpent at a chickens funeral
the big picture i kept my eye on
like jimbo
and some other long gone cats
alley cats winos dope fiends poets n layabouts
visionary fools getting it all down
and me…
i gotta get it all down
down on paper
down my throat
into my self
bang it up
im rushing here and there
im on my run
i dont care to listen
i dont care to hear your warnings
this is my favourite thing right here
my little favourita
maiden heaven
bedrumour
honeymooner
lovesnatcher
bloodboiler
heartacher
sugarsniffer
backbreaker
it goes around again
will this never end
melted icing in your rearview
closing in on ya honey like a bad cop
coming down like the law
taking you under protective
restraining you for your own
getting the truth anyway they can
finding out all about ya
and what you been doing with yourself
like a premontion of a headline
take a dive in the 13th parallel
impaled on a song you are
hovering over it like a dragonfly
invisible inaudible wings
snapped at by the sick olde toads
the goldfish lear at you from underneath
they look up your name thats starts with a ?
and then suddenly it all ends
a burst of flame
the canopy implodes
the cockpit is torn apart in white flame
i reach for the ripchord
as im spat out
back into the world
the fresh air singin’ in my earrings
the grey clouds like a shroud over the doomed city
the endless ocean
lapping and licking
the countless grains of sand

81 Responses to “secretive and furtive”

  1. avatar
    andmoreagain | 22 August 2007 at 3:44 am #

    If that’s just off the top of your head…then you are the greatest songwriter ever. Hee hee. Brill Killa. Thank ya.
    Dunka

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 3:47 am #

    wow, that was good! read it beat poet style..melted icing in your rearview, like that line for no particular reason..thanks PV

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 3:57 am #

    beautiful..as always Mr.Kilbey…seems it flows from you in rivers as well…you are an incredibly inspiring being!…am a bit speechless still..but there’s so much I want to say!..suffice to say today,”love,as always,gen x” xxxxx

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 4:10 am #

    If yer riff chord is in “G” you’re gonna have a magically soft landing SK……/ChW X

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 4:20 am #

    PerVert is a troll and a toad who fucks himself while watching you, and you, and you right this very minute.

  6. avatar
    the dean | 22 August 2007 at 4:25 am #

    both jimi H and jim M died at age 27

  7. avatar
    X | 22 August 2007 at 4:30 am #

    XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXetc.! X Mmmm

  8. avatar
    kat | 22 August 2007 at 4:31 am #

    take a dive in the 13th parallel..
    a very cool line among many.

    ;]

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 5:46 am #

    oooh , scared me a bit.
    like a roller coaster with absinthe coctails for the ride.

    as carly simon said to her maid…
    nobody does it better.

    theglynnisjuans

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 5:51 am #

    mr. clean, you could clean up your language if you know what I mean.
    I never get a disgusting thought unless I hear and see some of your vile language. Your speculations ‘n accusations, ‘n guilty judgement.
    I’m a wasting my time here.
    White like a ghost.
    You’re reading between the lines if you think I ever had an impure thought about you.
    Yet ‘ere you go, time ‘n time again with the vulgarity. It makes no sense.
    Are you so desparate to make the pop song with this sort of emotion all about you?
    Crash the A you’ve been flying, the A-lister, the Art, the Austrailia, the America.

    Anonymous

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 6:07 am #

    why would you ever do absinthe? it’s not for Artists- it’s for servants.

  12. avatar
    LIMBO | 22 August 2007 at 6:08 am #

    i can’t eat, i can’t sleep, i can’t dream, please help me…
    Hollywood

  13. avatar
    LIMBO | 22 August 2007 at 6:11 am #

    and to the anonymous 3:51pm, i am going to zap you from existence…
    Lord Anu

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 6:19 am #

    I loved this sk. I’m so glad you made it past the ripe old age of 27 unlike the others. More of this pleeease tb.
    Have a beautiful evening.
    Luv Amanda
    P.S. Who’s the psycho @ 3.51pm?????

  15. avatar
    Faye | 22 August 2007 at 6:20 am #

    PV..your eye is keen!a very sweet blogge today Nevets!…and just in case,{this is my #3}you didn’t know,I’ll tell you again!you are extraordinary! xo

  16. avatar
    verdelay | 22 August 2007 at 6:24 am #

    Lost my country again
    Lost my count – try again

    Back to where it all began
    Rushing through your hands

    (concentrate this time, won’t you?)

    one

    two

    three

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 6:25 am #

    Impossible Lord Anu, Ambraham will not allow it.

  18. avatar
    davem | 22 August 2007 at 7:02 am #

    Truly brill, SK. Cheers.
    There were more than two at 27.
    Didn’t you cover it in Fruit Machine??….nice excuse for me to pull it off the shelf and have a rummage through it again.

    xx

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 7:02 am #

    Dear,lovely Steven,…I believe,that someone,or something “a nasty piece of work” may be trying to mess with your sweet head and heart,and your blog and comments page….I am here,and am staying,and will not be put off by dodgey commentors!…love,as always,genx xxxxx

  20. avatar
    Olde Amps | 22 August 2007 at 7:16 am #

    Dear anonymous Nutbox at 3.51pm.

    If you don’t like Mr K’s blog; please do the rest of us a favour and sod off.

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 7:27 am #

    Those magical, doomed opiated nights, twinkling in our memories…(we among the fooles). Magnificent and harrowing vision.

    c escherbach canada

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 7:58 am #

    Vulgar Bulgar wheat
    if yu cant stand the heat
    why have a two paragraph seat
    how neat and sweet
    silent and obsolete
    as for thee
    I scream and flutter
    my heart unto all and thee..
    and still
    How can I procure an adoring
    gratuity to such mind..
    it drips off of yu killer..
    the glow almost eclipses..
    ur a mythological laureate
    ur a deified quill..
    all around us
    it must be magic…
    this maya and these instances
    gives one a Devlin smile..
    you are blessed child..
    all is blessed
    peace,

    jaime r……….

  23. avatar
    lily was here | 22 August 2007 at 8:34 am #

    splendour on the grass
    x

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 8:35 am #

    1:47 & 4:19 fiends that gave away the soul they never had.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 8:57 am #

    P.S SK…a magnificent passage today!…….age old question…i think it was shakespeare who said” But for why must there be-etha wally-eth in every crowd-eth” …xxxgen x

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 9:04 am #

    Oh.

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 9:18 am #

    and the wally definitely aint you SK!tis the twits who think its funny to be rude and nasty!…Gx

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 9:49 am #

    yeah, whatever!!!!
    luv souless @ 4.19

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 10:01 am #

    Please?54-80..c’mon SK please? tell us a story about it!…./jb

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 10:14 am #

    re call 54-80?That’d make our day!*

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 10:24 am #

    the dean @ 2:51
    what about janis , kurt and probably several others whose names elude just now

  32. avatar
    veleska1970 | 22 August 2007 at 11:11 am #

    lovely. simply lovely, yet so complex. excellent read today, steve.

    i hope you have a good evening. lotza love….

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 12:08 pm #

    Olde Amps:
    you know when Steve said he didn’t want yesmen on here…?
    Recognise yourself yet?

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 12:11 pm #

    I don’t see the point of this one. Over my head, today.
    Sorry, SK.
    Sorry, guys.

  35. avatar
    woodsprite | 22 August 2007 at 12:17 pm #

    Nice entry, S. Venus is good to you.

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 12:30 pm #

    whoah…just surreal and lovely…how many of us have things that we can’t bear to remember and can’t stand to forget…
    -The Hellbound Heart

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 12:34 pm #

    Renaissance man, what a lovely read, especially this bit

    “impaled on a song you are
    hovering over it like a dragonfly
    invisible inaudible wings
    snapped at by the sick olde toads
    the goldfish lear at you from underneath
    they look up your name thats starts with a ?
    and then suddenly it all ends
    a burst of flame
    the canopy implodes
    the cockpit is torn apart in white flame
    i reach for the ripchord
    as im spat out
    back into the world”

    Im sorry to those who didnt get something from it, i rode the tale & god, who doesnt know that feeling of being spat out back into reality. Good one killah.

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 12:41 pm #

    These are sweet dreams SK!{sigh!}…xxx…/J38.4

  39. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 1:04 pm #

    I love it:
    “Melted icing in your rearview”

    Rock on Steve-o!

  40. avatar
    John Garratt | 22 August 2007 at 1:14 pm #

    Eiderdown, what a funny word.

    John

  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 1:34 pm #

    Did you know that the poet Ben Jonson was a bricklayer for a while?

  42. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 3:07 pm #

    good night Mr.Kilbey!You are THE BEST!…xxxxx…/GB

  43. avatar
    NICKF | 22 August 2007 at 3:08 pm #

    Beautiful thanks !

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 4:14 pm #

    we’re having electrical outages up here,and it’s playing havoc on the computer ..just so ya know xx

  45. avatar
    dumbass | 22 August 2007 at 4:14 pm #

    Was this the Heyday yarn ?!

  46. avatar
    knot | 22 August 2007 at 4:23 pm #

    brilliant

    “How, like a moth, the simple maid / Still plays about the flame!”

  47. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 4:42 pm #

    your vantage of heroines grow small with each insecure remark towards them.

    You know your vision is clouded by your entourage of yesssssssahhhhh ah ah ah

  48. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 4:58 pm #

    Dear anon @ 10:08. Curt Cobain and Elliot Smith were friends to each other; their flight is sad, sweet, and blue.

  49. avatar
    Cee | 22 August 2007 at 5:09 pm #

    snowflakes, rimbaud and dragonflies, how can this not be the best entry so far this week.

    Cee
    from dragonden

  50. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 6:35 pm #

    It’s cute to watch the kiddies fight amongst themselves.

    bicker this, bicker that.

    ho hum. grow up and give the black bile a rest wont you.

    -theglynnisjohns

  51. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 8:05 pm #

    glynnisjohns or whomever

    can you write a long line of pop songs that will vanish the same ‘ol same ‘ol? i’m so sick of hearing the current staples whenever i have to venture out.

  52. avatar
    gareth,notts | 22 August 2007 at 8:21 pm #

    steve,do you read any of John Pilgers books? or watch his documentaries? consistently exposes the american governments(amongst others) lies and hypocrisy. both fascinating and infuriating at the same time…by the way,steve and fellow spacerock fans you really gotta check out danish band MEW…the first great danes of spacerock!!!

  53. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 9:02 pm #

    mmm this one reminds me of …8 bottles of spring valley apricot nectar,and a man in an echo and the bunnymen t-shirt,green boots and a jacket with zippers…and the l
    ast song?…is this where you live!

  54. avatar
    computer whizz? | 22 August 2007 at 9:27 pm #

    be great if i knew which button i pressed to do that manoeuvre…oh well…hello!{didn’t poor young “Jimbo” say that?}…xx…/jb

  55. avatar
    isolde | 22 August 2007 at 9:43 pm #

    Maiden speech by the Honorable Member for Dell, Mac and the Outer Islands of Ipoderia

  56. avatar
    Olde Amps | 22 August 2007 at 9:49 pm #

    Hey Anonymous at 3.51…it was you that said you were wasting your time here…I’m no “yes” man. Some days I think SK’s blogs are utterly brilliant; some days I think they are keek. You said you were wasting your time, so I said “off you go then” in the most polite way I knew how. So toodle-pip old bean.

  57. avatar
    dropframe | 22 August 2007 at 9:56 pm #

    WOW !!!!!!!!!!

  58. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 10:19 pm #

    Hey the glynnisjohns band, didn’t you sook to sk and threaten to “leave” him the other day cos of what he said about The Saints??? Why don’t YOU grow up dude??????

  59. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 10:35 pm #

    Hi sk, hope the sun’s shining over Bondi today. It’d be nice to see some pics of the ttb one of these days, even some scenic shots of the blue ocean or something.
    Love Princey
    P.S.I sent a small donation to ttb the other day, I hope you get it this time!

  60. avatar
    daniel12 | 22 August 2007 at 10:55 pm #

    Yeah,Whoa ! Like psyco heavy stuff man ,but i dig.

    Sure glad my name don’t begin with a though.

    But maybe the a is for absinth?

    Man i gotta try that wormwood alcohol brew.

    It’s like the wormwood digs wormholes in in your mind conecting seemingly unrelated dissoute trains of thought
    till they become a convoy of poetry
    conveying the compulsions and neuroses of a ,,,

    of a worried wormwood wormholed mind.

    I better not try it till i’ve got some time of work.

    Luv yer work

  61. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 10:57 pm #

    it appears that the glynnisjohns referred to glynnisjuans as just a gear. GJ, could you tone down the punk sounds please? It hurts the ears and you show a great deal of rennovation in pop hits.

    The editors.

  62. avatar
    CSTCoach | 22 August 2007 at 11:19 pm #

    i’ve leared a lot about writing and imagery from this blog. Just as i did back in pre-blog days, when i scoured albums like Starfish for the liner notes, and sought obscure SK prose poems online…

    thanks, druid, for keeping it alive.

    ryan

  63. avatar
    Cee | 22 August 2007 at 11:22 pm #

    me too, Ryan.

  64. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 August 2007 at 11:35 pm #

    beautiful!…and to get all of em,i had to go to 3 shops…love?or what! hee hee! …..ChW x

  65. avatar
    veleska1970 | 23 August 2007 at 12:22 am #

    i second that one, ryan. steve’s poetry is always a treat. 🙂

  66. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 23 August 2007 at 12:37 am #

    Peter Ham the late, great lead vocalist of Badfinger, killed himself at age 27. A very tragic band and their other lead vocalist Tom Evans killed himself in 1983.

  67. avatar
    x | 23 August 2007 at 1:03 am #

    i realise what happened
    i felt your songs/spells go through me
    blissfully impaled
    aching for more

  68. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 1:45 am #

    being the time of day that it is..I can feel it in my bones…we are on the homeward stretch,to a very magical and beautiful blogge!…so looking forward to it SK!…love and peace to your sweet imagination and heart…/j38.4 x

  69. avatar
    andmoreagain | 23 August 2007 at 2:12 am #

    Olde amps:
    I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my psychedelic cowboy boots and say it, “Greatest songwriter ever!”

  70. avatar
    andmoreagain | 23 August 2007 at 2:21 am #

    Olde amps:
    Sorry I meant that for anonymous at 3.51. Mucho apologies. 3.51: yer right to express some discontent with the suckiness of some of the postings but geez whadady expect, we worship the guy.
    dunc

  71. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 2:25 am #

    another one for the tabloids of ‘A’ who is it?
    or is it Absinthe?
    I wouldn’t touch either

    The wrong ‘artist’ shows up
    don’t you see my loss?
    you’re not the beautiful one
    the one I met before
    I would have known in an instance
    you’re a faux
    I’m as polite as I can be
    in a matter of the heart
    I showed you the door before
    now lock it behind you
    you’ve intruded
    I’m finished with your mistake.

    It’s not about you TBB.

  72. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 2:28 am #

    TTB that is, please forgive the static.

  73. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 2:45 am #

    did I miss/misunderstand something? very confusing,this one!can someone explain these words? I obviously am not as up to speed as some!…/ph.

  74. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 2:59 am #

    no sleep no eat cant think help

  75. avatar
    andmoreagain | 23 August 2007 at 3:18 am #

    ‘x’ they are actually Steve Earle’s boots. I was paraphrasing him speaking of obscure legendary songwriter whose name ex=kapes me but who Bob Dylan visited just to listen to him play his songs. What the hell is his name… wrote songs for Kris Kristofferson among others…

  76. avatar
    andmoreagain | 23 August 2007 at 3:25 am #

    Townes Van Zandt!

  77. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 3:42 am #

    am NOT X! ….. please?!

  78. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 3:54 am #

    I have the will NOT to write again..that is what I will do..see ya round!

  79. avatar
    william | 23 August 2007 at 4:16 am #

    You might I think appreciate this — I had the itunes going while reading…it pulled up nothing seeker…fair enough…still reading — then exactly as I my ears hear “…it’s funny that I seem to be so careless” my eyes read “im on my run
    i dont care to listen
    i dont care to hear your warnings” — anyway.

    Very nice entry today.

    –william

  80. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2007 at 4:23 am #

    except …to say this…i am clever at a lot of things,but not,at alot as well..believe me,incompetence is not easy to live with personally,and I am embarassed to say,that with this sort of thing,I am very limited…believe me,a perfectionist,would never fein this kind of uselessness …no more words from this dummy from here!

  81. avatar
    Cee | 23 August 2007 at 7:37 pm #

    ..static in the flow…


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