posted on May 28, 2011 at 4:14 pm

st stevens temptation and redemption (modified to fit screen)

the revolution will be televised

it will have its own facebook page

it will have six hundred and sixty six friends

see ragnarok gives you a poke lol

i’m worried about my figure

i’m worried about my figures

i’m worried about all of the tentacles

pulling all of my triggers

born out of time i was hatched from an egg

i was found in a pit i was summoned from stone

i was drawn in my quarters and hanging about

i was concocted by chance in a primal whirlpool

sawn in half by magical love i climbed in the box

over and over

i filmed myself with these thoughts of rare sloth

i invented myself with glee and with rage

in a flash i was putting my mansuit on

i took a guitar down from the shelf

i strummed a chord and i bummed a smoke

i made a joke about the weather that seemed to go on forever

i stumbled upon a few good ideas

that were floating about in the ether above

a complex experiment unearthly desire

some fucking creature from an other dimension

had rewired my pineal and rejigged my thought

i suddenly became a vegetarian

i was programmed to do it

the creatures hate meat

they must be farming me for my sweet dna

i bet andromeda could use a few poets

i bet the galaxies beyond all our ken

gotta shortage of renaissance men

somebody else in an other room

asks tell me how did you write all this stuff?

even as i begin to answer my head is wired up that way

i am an antenna for all dead thoughts

i am an ariel picking up prospero

i am a throwback to another day

a day on the beach in soft soft sunlight

your mother and father kiss in the car

the photo has faded the morning has gone

the relic of yesterday the ruin of man

the sun begins sinking the sea starts to drown

a carpet of flowers leads to the night

you hire a machine that guides your disguises

i rent a module that modifies my masks

i enter my signature inside the box

but my name is forgotten on some misplaced list

its been left in a place that no one can get to

oh it hurts to have been treated like this

oh my poor head aches in the light of day

oh its easy to lie in the sun for a spell

forgiving myself for every last sin

i feel a bit dizzy i feel a bit sick

thats normal for me

so what else is new?



19 Responses to “some content has been modified to fit your mind”

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 28 May 2011 at 9:01 pm #

    I wandered the gray to find a path to light. Or was it dark that I swam in. I know it wasn’t quite right. I find a passage within a spectacle that few saw. I strayed off course, only if for a bit. Soon they were all gathered in their Sunday best. But I chose rags because riches never felt right. The sun spoke quietly, it chose to be called by another name, another day,never the same, a list of blame. I feel ill. This is always to common.I thought if I could borrow a second, I may be granted a minute. Instead, I lost track, not of time or space. But of my place in the gray.

    Darrin K.

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      Anonymous | 30 May 2011 at 11:27 am #

      lovely vibration… crystal blue persuassion?

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      Lisa | 30 May 2011 at 5:48 pm #

      oooo I like that Darrin!

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    Guitarbarella Manestar | 28 May 2011 at 10:52 pm #

    Excellent..I like the way it unfurls..

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    Ron Bonham | 29 May 2011 at 1:21 am #

    Well this is new; the first fruits of the Black Ships, a free download called the Kurofune EP. 3 songs by masters Mc Cabe and Jones ex of the Verve.

    I will be travelling to London next week to see their first show and if all goes well recording it and maybe hosting on their website. Somewhere in another universe you’re singing on some of their tracks…!


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    Anonymous | 29 May 2011 at 4:15 am #

    RIP gil scott heron.
    nice doff of the cap to him.

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    Once | 29 May 2011 at 10:18 am #

    “but my name is forgotten on some misplaced list
    its been left in a place that no one can get to”

    Love these lines, although they are sad. I feel like this a lot. Can’t complain about life thus far, it’s been a bit tough at times, but mostly I feel really fortunate to still be here, and have the things that I do (friends, family, home, cats, etc). There are times, tho, when I wonder what the hell I missed, because something is obviously…missing.

    In the throes of learning, I’m ecstatically happy, but once I get it, it’s never enough. Should have started sooner, I guess.

    Wishing you a peaceful Sunday, SK, thanks for sharing this.

  6. avatar
    Donna | 29 May 2011 at 12:03 pm #

    Finally!! Content that’s been modified to fit my mind! Well, this content is a lot of fun! Really enjoyed it. Also like the picture of you and Yoda! LOL

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    Boriah | 29 May 2011 at 7:33 pm #

    Kilber, just a couple of things: be it what or ever could,
    doesn’t mean a thing. Sinister creation, doesn’t mean a thing. Evocation of the dead, Moses forbidding it, doesn’t mean a thing.

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    DavidP | 29 May 2011 at 10:47 pm #

    without temptation there is no virtue
    or at least it is untested, unknown
    both sin and virtue are given in vigil
    someone I know always says they can resist anything but temptation
    usually at the point of being offered some chocolate or the like…
    lucifer, the tempter, our inner psychological trainer, the light bringer, can we observe in the moment and choose wisely the right path?
    amidst those inner devils trying to pull our strings and push our buttons
    trying to make us feel bored, fearful or angry instead of their opposites
    can we draw the inner sword and smite those pesky demons when they raise their ugly heads?
    the inner revolution, will it ever be televised?
    probably not in this kali yuga
    they want lady gaga
    and thugby league

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      Narelle | 30 May 2011 at 2:28 pm #

      interesting comment David.
      Was watching attempted revolution/riot of Chicago, ’68, last night….well, of course it wasn’t exactly televised but some snippets caught on camera…the inner revolution and a grim reminder/memory. Good on those brave enough and strong enough who stood up for what they believed…politically and otherwise…the MC5, love them or loathe them, makes the Lady Gagas of the world make me want to puke!!!

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        DavidP | 1 June 2011 at 11:23 am #

        well, its far too easy for me to talk about inner revolution
        much harder to actually do
        I aint no saint

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    veleska1970 | 30 May 2011 at 12:27 am #

    did you shave your beard? or is it the lighting in the photo? hmmmmmmm

  10. avatar
    david | 30 May 2011 at 1:28 am # lost in the moment outside of time …thank you !… real love you ..and yours …

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 May 2011 at 11:29 am #

    a quarter portion, please.

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    Ess | 30 May 2011 at 12:56 pm #

    sorry this isn’t much relevant to your offering… just what fell into my morning

    I wake in startled blue
    From a sky so long embittered and denied its finest breath
    For the match girl falling higher, fast losing her fire
    Are my eyes shining back at me
    More luminous than imagined
    Not a breath, not a murmur, not a quivering yawn
    In the still stencilled outline of a nascent dewy dawn
    I float back to a shoreline too early for gabbling crowds
    With its tinkles in the moorings, peace holding out its greetings
    I lie cradled on that vessel in the arms of salty tones
    In waters lapped and languished, protecting from the anguished
    Wading just outside the beholden, wanting never to return
    I am back inside a love, so pure without its bitter
    So banished and always famished, granting memories without splinter
    Then the birds sound the sirens in their high pitched pained parodies
    And the crows cackle thunder and a whistle calls no name
    And a phone bell is ringing, another’s message shouting alert
    And the Kookaburra laughs at the baloney, of the charlatans and phoneys
    And the frogs leap like lemmings into suicidal ponds
    And I save them and berate them and send them heading on
    Far from subways in a kingdom and cubicles in New York
    and always still too close to those eating pork

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    Lisa | 30 May 2011 at 5:56 pm #

    a shortage of Renaissance men? uh-huh, definitely!

  14. avatar
    hellbound heart | 31 May 2011 at 8:28 pm #

    a dose of ephemera in a life filled with damned necessity… pineal gland is threatening to go into permanent shutdown…..
    love always…..

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