posted on May 8, 2008 at 9:32 pm

is it love that makes us rock?
oh i love rock
oh i love love
oh i love drug
lets see now…..
i see baby tapping her feet to the beat
i see her eyes flash
i see lava
elemental right to rock
igneous pop
i love it when the guitars are crunchy and marine blue
timpani rolling in like waves now
the fire that burns underwater
the fire that flames in neptunes green glass
the fire that warms old lucifers slippers
then you must harness yourself
the grind of the great wheel
the planets strain at the bit depth
who can unleash them from their courses
who can channel england
who still has a bus ticket from lemuria
who can rock like a bitch then sleep like dog
my rock is my contradiction buster
i aint afraid of no paradox
i perceived i penetrated and i pissed off
i am animal i am soul
i am obsessed by rock n roll
grow up…i cant
slow down…not me
act your age…..never
what will you do…i will rock
what will you sing…the body electric
what will you say….thank you
what will you expect…nothing
what will you incorporate…everything
yoga and rock….hand in glove
does yoga make us rock
does swimming make us rock
does qi gong make us wok
i reckon achilles was a rocker
young n glorious n golden
dipped in a river of heroin
wielding a gibson les paul
fucking with the “straights” all over the aegean
quarreling over a chick with that old agamemnon
he turned up at troy with his sound and lights
he slew em baby
he brought the house down
live fast he screamed
he reached the chorus ablaze
he hit hades town like a flamin’ wraith
boogalooing in the elysian fields with some sexy ghosts
you see rocknroll is eternal
it was re-discovered in the 1960s
fender basses were dug up in south american jungle temples
those cats down in peru were banging out their 12 bars
chewing their coca leaves n stumbling thru louie louie
one million years ago some giant in africa
some winged love god blazing away on a hammond organ
of course he was
rock permeates all times n places
bolan told ya bout the ballrooms of mars
i told ya bout the statues of sharon stone
i told ya how the killer was on the road
yeah thats when i stepped thru jims mirror
yeah i met brian jones there too
and he gave me his blessings as he wanders unseen
through the eucalypts and sycamores
i hang out in laurel canyon with hannibal barker
and he is a savage gutter rocker
he keeps singing in phoenician though
and the child bride sacrifice is somewhat over done
makes me wanna pick up my own plank
and thump away beneath the surface of treble
makes me dream of genie
makes me dreamaround
makes me dizzy with rush
makes my moodswing velocitize
makes my devonsheer t
makes my equal oppa-tunity
makes my resolve harder
makes my green sea go turn a deeper blue
ballerinas guys on motorbikes
a dancing baby elephant
the whole she bang
i wanna conquer some dark continent
i wanna go electric at newport
i wanna hang with the red baron backstage in london
i wanna listen to mozart tuning up
i wanna see genghis khan punch out europes lights
i wanna see vivaldi fire liszt for being stoned again
i wanna see billie holiday on vacation
i wanna score over at scott n janis joplins
i wanna jam with nero at the imperial
i wanna fiddle about with that crazy god-king
i wanna redeem my soda bottles in a gomorrah 7-11
i wanna rock and then i wanna roll over easily
thats enough
thats enough for one day
one wonderful day
day of wonders

16 Responses to “sks wild dagga reverie”

  1. avatar
    Melquiades | 8 May 2008 at 10:58 pm #

    you are molten.

  2. avatar
    fantasticandy | 9 May 2008 at 12:22 am #

    oh…shit!’s done it AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
    all lost in cyberspace….
    and it’s gone one in the morning here!
    i’m off to bed!
    hey ricky….
    much love to you too man!!!!!
    take care all
    andy L.

    p.s. capsule version : nice blog!
    more love ect.

  3. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 9 May 2008 at 3:55 am #

    I wanna sea the Church get a fan base in India. 200 Million vegetarians. Sk genuinely invokes Vishnu and Shiva and Brahma! Bryan Adams adroitly uses his veganism to gain fans in India but Sk is literally a kindred spirit to millions of Indians.

    The Church merits recognition in the world’s largest Democracy based on their musical prowess and Sk’s spirituality.

  4. avatar
    princey | 9 May 2008 at 6:35 am #

    Yes, yes, yes, it’s the whole lotta love that does it’s thing…..I’ll drink to that!

    So, 200 million vegie Indian fans x$100 donation per year…sounds pretty good to me, we could open an exclusive SK PENTHOUSE in the Tropics, hottubs,booze,buzzzz’n’babes, and all things nice….that’s what dreams are made of!

  5. avatar
    Lebrinho | 9 May 2008 at 7:45 am #

    Sure, Mick Ronson was a greek god.

  6. avatar
    cloudburst.adrift | 9 May 2008 at 7:46 am #

    Rock out! (then rock back in again, cause you can’t be out all the time and the universe needs balance, right?)

    “does qi gong make us wok” brilliant! 🙂

    (giggling back to work and day dreaming of rock gods aplenty)

  7. avatar
    mahatma kane jeeves | 9 May 2008 at 9:14 am #

    to quote the mighty m5

    ‘The kids want a little action
    The kids want a little fun
    The kids all have to get their kicks
    Before the evening’s done’

    god, all this rock’n’roll….i wanna nice cup of tea and a lie down

  8. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 9 May 2008 at 11:58 am #

    fuck, you blew my mind yet again, steve…utterly amazing…
    love always…

  9. avatar
    restaurant mark | 9 May 2008 at 1:52 pm #

    another gem…

    “grow up…i cant
    slow down…not me
    act your age…..never
    what will you do…i will rock”

    that’s the spirit!

    take care

  10. avatar
    CSTCoach | 9 May 2008 at 1:53 pm #

    oh yeah, you’re on fire lately.

    bring on painkiller!

  11. avatar
    CSTCoach | 9 May 2008 at 1:56 pm #

    a note to fiendss:

    not sure if this is old news, since i’ve been offline on the road. in catching up, i saw this note on Hotel Womb of some new, unpublished Killa poems now available:

    “For fans of SK’s written work, he has three never before published poems in the 10th anniversary edition of one of Australia’s finest poetry journals, Small Packages. The issue also features new poems by Irish Singer/Songwriter Andy White. It is 100 pages of great poetry, art, reviews and articles. If you would like a copy please email me at and we can discuss method of payment. Cost is $15 incl. postage anywhere in the world.”

    Contact Mr. Graham Nunn for your copy today 🙂

  12. avatar
    Ross B | 9 May 2008 at 2:34 pm #

    oh dear… i do feel so sorry for Brian Jones, i imagine he’s so lonely and sometimes perhaps a little tearful as he hazily wafts and wanders through his gentle forest in eternal isolation…

  13. avatar
    ScaughtFive | 9 May 2008 at 3:33 pm #

    Holy Man Killah Hector! This is the kinda bloggy that turns this spaceman into Teenrage Head spoilin’ to Shake Some ACTION. Groove on yer spacecommander, dad.

  14. avatar
    davem | 9 May 2008 at 6:00 pm #

    Nobody on this planet rocks quite like the killer.
    Not jimbo not johnwinston nor micknkeef. SK is the man.

  15. avatar
    The Kipper | 9 May 2008 at 9:08 pm #

    After much research, scientists have determined that the Peruvian Fender basses were actually Squires made in a Machu Picchu sweatshop in 1470, much to everyone’s disappointment.

  16. avatar
    veleska1970 | 9 May 2008 at 10:28 pm #

    “one wonderful day
    day of wonders”
    just like your lovely poetry. ’tis sweet!!!

    lotza love…..

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