posted on December 15, 2010 at 6:02 pm

yoon o'hugh

even nostalgic harder to find these days

the sun has bleached memory white

i scramble to remember my own name

i walk thru beachside suburbs of melbourne in the sixties

thats me with the benson

a benson was a kind of t shirt with buttons and a g t stripe

my name eludes me the brightness of the day

my companion paul  makes wry remarks about the stupid things i say

is it this way paul is it this way ? i breathlessly ask afraid to be lost

no not yet he laughs

we go in a milk bar

pauls having potato scallops and a vanilla thickshake

i decide to have chips and a caramel thickshake

when i taste pauls scallops and his milkshake i wish i had had them

he lets me ride his bike

jesus christ superstar comes on the radio

jesus thats a bit much we both say

we talk to some girls on a bus

paul cautions me as i start to carry on

shut up kilbey i know these girls!

hi paul they say

one of them turns around and looks at me

ooh whos your friend ?

oh hes just down from canberra……

they both laugh at this it makes me angry

suddenly paul and i are sitting behind them

theyre sitting on their knees kinda talking to us

im listing off all the groups i like to this girl

oh you know blah blah blah blah

never heard of any of em she says

i like her feigned defiance

we start talking about all kinds of things

the miles roll away

the bus stops

our stop says the girl

but i say

see you later she says sadly but hops off

cant we get off here?i ask paul

no he laughs we’re miles away from home still

but who were those girls ? i ask

paul shrugs i dunno

cmon paul i say

paul says i dunno i kinda know one of their brothers i suppose


thats it ! he says and wont talk about them anymore

well thats not exactly what happened

the golden glare of that distant summer sun

delicately strips the colour from the film

the girl gets off the bus and walks away towards her home

inside is the brother paul knows

hes playing ping pong on the verandah with his friends

the mums in the kitchen making a salad

her dads watching the news on telly

the birds are calling in the slowly darkening sky

its december its warm but theres a chilly breeze some time

many different birds coo and chirrup and chatter and twitter

oh i wished i knew what they were saying

when the lawn sprinkler came on in the dusk

it seemed so romantic to me the kiss of the water on the grass

the traffic whooshed by in a trance

outside my window was a fence and another house and another fence

and this went on n on n on

a blond brick suburbia held me so peaceful in her bosom

in my bed i dreamed about paul and the girls and the bus

i dreamed a street that never ended i dreamed a ride that never stopped

i dreamed a beach and a green sea and little huts where you got changed

i dreamed our mums n dads i dreamed the ice creams they bought us

i dreamed a holiday i dreamed a lovely warm evening

i dreamed i lived in a dreamy world with dreamy girls

we sat on the bus and the dream let it all happen

it was happening in a dream and the dream was happening all around

i wonder if i ever woke up

the birds whistle still

everything illuminated by the dying sun

blinds rattle in sea breeze

ever present hum of cars

but mainly the wind softly wordlessly across the evening

that certain point day becomes night

the birds will then stop

music will amp up

a party will be thrown

people round a swimming pool laughing

today goes away perhaps forever

most dont even notice it as it rolls down around horizon

backlit by sunset

the night falls in lengthening shadow

26 Responses to “sometime being”

  1. avatar
    It'sonlyaride | 15 December 2010 at 7:02 pm #

    Man if I think back of the days growing up, I can only reflect on how kids can be such brats. We used to take my friends Bike and tighten up the handlebars. We made this dummy and attached it to the bike. When cars would be coming up the giant slow hill, we would ghost ride the bike down towards the car. Invariably the bike would topple over forewards and it would look like some kid ate shit real bad. The driver would come to the kids rescue only to find it was a dummy . They would be pissed and would jeer at us.maybe I have not changed that much.My Brit friend says I am a “Wind up merchant”. I was in Hollywood the other day visiting friends. Tried out this new vaporizer my friend got. Got way out there on that. We then go to this health food store and are drinking Kumbacha tea outside. Suddenly my friend says: “Look , it’s Danny Devito. Go up and talk to him” I was in another dimension at that point and not in the best space to approach a celebrity, but I went up to him anyways. He seemed pissed off. His Prius was blocked by another car and the wild life were encroaching .I got up to him and said : “Hey Burt Renoylds” He didn’t think that was funny. He gave me a mean look and got in his car. I said to his wife Ria Pearlman:” You were great in Taxi” She said “Thank you” and got in the car and they drove off .

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    Richard | 15 December 2010 at 7:37 pm #

    were the scallops doused in tomato sauce and wrapped in soggy newspaper?

    did the milkshake have one of those wax paper straws with the coloured stripes?

    did the door to the milk-bar have one of those multi-coloured plastic curtain things to keep the flies out?

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    Lyndall | 15 December 2010 at 8:16 pm #

    A familiar time and space … Mmmmm the memories… thanks for the words… L x

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    Shoffy | 15 December 2010 at 9:18 pm #

    Its nice to remember way back when, I still see some of the guys from High School and we often go away to the shack up at Price. Then it starts around the fire at night, especially after a bbq and a couple of beers, first girlfriend, who did you kiss first, best looking girl in school, all the usual questions and we all rattle off our answers. Its nice looking back Steve, but its better looking forward. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow night. Nice blog tonight …..Shoffy

  5. avatar
    fridge | 15 December 2010 at 11:32 pm #

    Ahhhh………..memories….the night is very soft, but where does it end?

  6. avatar
    Freddie | 15 December 2010 at 11:58 pm #

    “even nostalgic harder to find these days”

    I think you found it quite nicely, all warm and bittersweet.

  7. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 December 2010 at 1:03 am #


    LOVED IT !!!! Brought me back to my youth, the many days of summer chasing the beauties. Most every time- struck out…but there were moments of true rapture in those dizzying days. A few pretties etched in my memory forever.

    Thanks for bringing me back there.

    Darrin K.

    Does any1 have info on the release dates of the reissues for : P=A , Starfish, GAF ??? I checked Second Motion’s site and I cannot find any quality info…help please…

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    lisa | 16 December 2010 at 2:26 am #

    It still drives me crazy -in a good way- that you can write so poetically
    every day. I also really enjoy the photos. I don’t post comments very often, but today I want to thank you, Steve, for this gift that you give to us. I love the way your mind works!

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    Cecilia | 16 December 2010 at 3:45 am #

    Esteban: do I keep up the Spanish translations?

    today goes away perhaps forever
    most dont even notice it as it rolls down around horizon

    El día d hoy se va quizá para siempre
    La mayoría no se dan cuenta mientras rueda bajo el horizonte

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    Jonny Hollywood | 16 December 2010 at 6:19 am #

    me not dreaming of jesus christ superstar coming on the radio, me dreaming of jesus christ superstar coming on the big screen, gimme some nevision…

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 December 2010 at 11:19 am #

      Hey Jon,

      How r u ? How is the book (Powder) going? I would imagine u may have finished it by now. Hope all is ok with u. Give me an email update on whats current in the state of ‘jonny land’

      Darrin K.

  11. avatar
    andy | 16 December 2010 at 8:23 am #

    that’s beautiful stuff steve, for me it was the girls on their bikes by the canal towpath one hazy summer sunday afternoon…..
    damn…your’e one fine writer.

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    Ellen | 16 December 2010 at 10:28 am #

    What a dreamy blog today. Thanks, Steve, you took me there. sigh…

    Just this afternoon, my best friend and I were reminiscing about how her dad used to drive down this long windy road, and we’d be in the backseat rolling all over, laughing uncontrollably. Those were the days before seatbelt laws. Those WERE the days indeed…

  13. avatar
    sarah | 16 December 2010 at 11:10 am #

    absolutely stunning. beautiful poem. your dreamy memories float around in my mind. thank-you.

  14. avatar
    Cocoamo | 16 December 2010 at 11:24 am #

    Lovely blog, as usual. You are such a good writer.

    Anyway, I hate to go into something not connected, but I saw a Charlie Rose you might want to check out. He interviewed Sting, who has done some 80-plus concerts dragging a symphony orchestra along with him. They showed a few clips, and I have to say there is a temptation, I think, to overdo the violins, etc. and lose the freshness of the song. Same thing happened a bit with Moody Blues in Knights with White Satin, and the Beatles in The Long and Winding Road? Also, there was some interesting conversation on the song-writing process.

    I imagine after all these years you must be sick to death of answering song-writing questions, and you might be interested to hear how he answered. Sting looked very thoughtful, as if he had never been asked such a question before and was formulating a fresh answer. He said that the greatest music known to man was the sound of silence, and he just works to form a beautifully ornate frame for the silence. Clever, eh? Also, there was some talk about him being a Brit living in New York – transplanted like you.

    At any rate, with your upcoming concert with the symphony, I thought it might be of some interest.

    Your friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  15. avatar
    nickfiction | 16 December 2010 at 11:42 am #

    man we,ve been so supportive, no cleveland date?

  16. avatar
    princey | 16 December 2010 at 12:19 pm #

    Some nice memories there sk.

    I’m SO excited about this weekend!!!! Hope you have time to come out and have a chat to us fiends after the show or something, that’d be reeeeeally nice 🙂
    See u then,
    love Amanda

  17. avatar
    Donna | 16 December 2010 at 1:05 pm #


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    BigSmilesKate | 16 December 2010 at 1:27 pm #

    Hey SK that was wonderful. It encapsulated everything so beautifully without over stating anything. I could picture everything. Brought back memories of flirting with boys on the bus many many years ago.

    Big Smiles



  19. avatar
    Karen | 16 December 2010 at 4:33 pm #

    for some one who finds it hard to be nostalgic you did frigging well

    loved it

  20. avatar
    ASSMIDGET | 16 December 2010 at 4:46 pm #

    Steve you have ties to Australia and Sweden.
    HELP fight the infowar and support Wikileaks.

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    Starflower | 16 December 2010 at 6:33 pm #

    What if you slept?
    And what if,
    in your sleep,
    you dreamed
    And what if,
    in your dream,
    You went to heaven
    and there plucked
    a strange and
    beautiful flower?
    And what if
    when you awoke,
    You had the flower
    in your hand?

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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    hellbound heart | 16 December 2010 at 8:11 pm #

    …..hey steve and richard, did you guys ever notice how the wax straw always collapsed and went all soggy before you got to the end of the milkshake and it was impossible to drink through it?

    love always…….

  23. avatar
    Blake | 20 December 2010 at 3:54 am #

    “sometime being”
    Ha! Nice, Steve….

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