posted on January 13, 2013 at 11:03 am
pink freud

pink freud

low hangin’ garden of sky

seaside suburbs under long grey

tiny rocks n stones white against orange

sandy soil throws up palms and arms

the idyllist at his work …no ordealist….

oh that theme from some a place

threw and threw those waves washed through

swimming between the oceans legs at woonona

dad says steven wake up we’re nearly there…..

oh my dad who now lives in my heart guide my fingers over piano

dad look i have done this and this and this….

the unmistakable sound of an empty room

i am not talking to nothing…am i…?

that old devil Mr Doubt……

soft laughter in the distance today …oh how kilbeyesque…..

i spit out songs like gods hurl out suns

42 years on the bass has paid off hand some lee in spades

oh how my hands glide and roam

i still like the simple stuff

the perfect equation of notes within the bar

the slight muffling on certain sections of inter string dialogue

the way the wood has soaked up your vibe deep and big time

oh my old friend how i bless the day i first laid my hands on you

softer than silk you effortlessly throb

your slender neck yet so easily strong

your notes linger on in sex in darkness in acrid scorching summers

i wrestle with your weight then youre nothing but light

the idyllist and his bass alone in this holiday planet abandoned

the idyllist with his songs from shallow callow youth and on

down swims idyllist and bass

down down down into specific ocean

into underwater realms and green shelves of melting ice

the steady pulse keeps me locked down

we pushing a gain white door polar vanilla

the idyllist wakes up at his desk

here are his pastels

here are his songs

the songs other people bought to sing to their wife

the song i cut short because it threatened me

the song i wrote about you that you hated

the songs with the meandering hippy razzmazzataz carryon palaver

the songs i didnt mean to be so mean

and the songs i didnt mean at all

drift deep child now

listen to your old soft sugar daddy dreaming under cloud

listen to the idyllist touching his bass

it is almost inaudible

listen to the rings ear that resonates on after universe is gone

listen to the monkeys in lemuria chatter like swans

my songs interrupt me who want to be fed

what did you come up with kilbey today?

how is that cold ocean water laps round your heel

how is that sound of seagull so magically done

oh mister my bass is playing your song

that song about that woman who done did you wrong

you begged to her to shut up you begged her to stop

a pity she was engaged to a cop

my songs on the verandah are growing fine hairs

my songs up the chimney that mantelpiece scares

my songs under rocks in pools by the shore

singing i wonder why our steven dont come down here no more

some woman giggling a few windows away

while over her antelopes nice zephyrs play

and inside her garments of flesh and of soul

the love that is healing her blind as a mole

just like some mother licking a foal

i shot up sea creeks and each tiny shoal

my bass leans against the wall havin’ a sleep

i tether my thoughts with a gossamer chain

and neither of us will ever be unhappy again

but my bass grunts derision my bass starts to growl

my bass is murderous beast on the prowl

with the talons of eagle and the fins of an owl

with the razor snaked line the goes round the block

some of those gathered had walked right through rock

theyd arrived in a cloud but they  left in a blaze

they gathered in storms with summoning gaze

they asked for more songs more songs for idyll

idyll man

idyll woman

idyll photospheric stream of dream pumped down to me

idyll idyll on the wall

who idyllist of them all?

oh you mighty time being you freckled man hag burn

oh you mangy panther decked under halls of tile

oh you white hippy moses who leadeth his people to……nirvana

oh you nevets yeblik thrice cursed with empathy entropy and ache

moving in all angles your idyll mansuit captures experience

you are the universes fawn

you are st steven beloved of summers and idylls and caravans

flippers and snorkel and spear and mask  

oh its is you time being

you are the true idyllist

there is none

can be none

will be none

more idyllistic than you!

the bass was too saturday-fied to respond

the songs were still hungry

the wind waited

what does kilbey do next?



38 Responses to “sunday idyll”

  1. avatar
    kell | 13 January 2013 at 1:32 pm #

    I don’t know about that (none more idyllistic than you)…..(!) You haven’t met everyone yet…(!!!)

  2. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 13 January 2013 at 2:59 pm #

    I think I’ve heard it said
    I hated your song
    Brother Moon and Sister Sun
    but someone must’ve got me wrong.
    It’s not that I hated the song.
    It’s more that I couldn’t do the maths.
    See really we wrote the song
    and such was the pleasure
    I thought that was wrong.
    But I cannot rationlise
    anything anymore to do with that.
    The song is about
    enduring love
    of all kinds.
    Some apparent,
    understood by minds.
    Others already conjoined
    in some possible now behind time.

  3. avatar
    andy | 13 January 2013 at 6:17 pm #

    does this kind of stuff just fall out of the ether,
    kinda-like automatic writing?

    i struggle to create one short coherent sentence!

    • avatar
      Admin | 13 January 2013 at 7:12 pm #

      it just appears in my head
      i cant turn it off

      • avatar
        andy | 14 January 2013 at 2:44 am #

        it’s good to share!

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        Anonymous | 14 January 2013 at 10:07 pm #

        What makes you want to take a particular set of writing and make more of it, embellish it, etc? Or do you just leave it all out there pretty much ‘as is’ with no further work? Your way of working is endlessly fascinating!

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          Admin | 15 January 2013 at 10:40 am #

          i dunno. interesting question. i usually leave things pretty much the way they came

  4. avatar
    Michel | 13 January 2013 at 6:42 pm #

    Sunday morning, outside raining,
    Listening to “African Jesus”
    again and again…
    it is now in my mind forever
    and in my ideal list of songs !

  5. avatar
    You | 14 January 2013 at 3:21 am #


  6. avatar
    Crasher | 14 January 2013 at 1:21 pm #

    listened to the song twice. a nice jingly jangly thing it is too.
    we’re all african aren;t we…deep down
    that photo of you with your very looong, well hung bass made me feel rather inadequate though.
    your literary output here continually amazes me.
    i’ve finally said it.

  7. avatar
    icebell | 14 January 2013 at 1:37 pm #

    Steve-that was one of the best yet.

  8. avatar
    hellbound heart | 14 January 2013 at 6:37 pm #

    you and your bass got a sweet thang goin’ on…….

  9. avatar
    Admin | 14 January 2013 at 7:27 pm #

    Sam here – After an overwhelming response to our release for ‘The Idyllist’, followed by a few emails and some crafty manoeuvres, we have managed to ‘up’ our manufacturing and are offering an upgraded packaging to you our first few hundred buyers! ’The Idyllist’ will come in a jewel case with a limited edition 4 panel lift out showing extra shots from our cover photoshoot, a foreword and only for print poem by SK. This means we are now able to offer the next 100 purchasers this upgraded packaging (don’t fear those who also managed to secure the poster, you’ll get this too). After this we will be going back to the cardboard sleeve (retailers will not be receiving the upgraded packaging). Place your online orders fast as we’re counting down, we will email you with your order status if you are wondering about whether you made it in… it’s like the Willy Wonka Golden Ticket around here lately!

    • avatar
      mikeeley | 15 January 2013 at 1:21 am #

      Yay! I like jewel cases better for CDs anyway, since I don’t plan on sticking them in the recycling bin anytime soon.

    • Kraig
      Kraig | 15 January 2013 at 6:45 pm #

      Daaaaannnnnm! That’s Freakin’ Cool Mawn! Tanks! I’m an SKPer and didn’t know i get the download on the 1st too? Shoot, would i have gotten that even if i wouldn’t have ordere the CD? Oh well, i prob would have ordered it anwayz! Can’t wait! Cheers! This is my Idyll of a good Deal!

  10. avatar
    Gurdjieff Dewclaw | 15 January 2013 at 2:10 am #

    Steven, do you still do actual automatic writing where you’re not a consciously aware of what you’ve written until you look at it afterwards or these days can you get much the same effect without using the actual process?

  11. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 15 January 2013 at 10:49 am #

    Not glum in a deeper shade of bubble gum

  12. avatar
    the universe is female | 16 January 2013 at 2:24 am #

    Steve, while the white hippy moses predominates now, you used to be renowned for your skill with the icy putdown and withering acid wit. I wonder – has that left you now or do you still think like that but control it more and just not actually say it as much?

    • avatar
      Admin | 16 January 2013 at 8:24 am #

      gee you ask a lotta questions under different aliases , dontcha?
      i still got a few nasty putdowns etc up my sleeve…but so what?
      i’m trying to be nice to people these days…its better that way
      and yourself?

      • avatar
        random wordplay for momentary amusement | 16 January 2013 at 8:03 pm #

        Me? Still ‘uncertain how to be alive’, I guess. But I hear ya, dude.

        • avatar
          somebody else | 17 January 2013 at 9:12 am #

          i think you’re fun – all of you(s)

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2013 at 12:38 pm #

    Idyllwise oh Idyllweis… Oscar Widyll… Billy Idyll… got the widyll widyll life (mr. biznuss man, uh-oh-ohhhh… checking out the interstate)… not sure about that last one; gotta lot more but they’re getting worse – and then there’s the barber in Mayberry – he’s a pink Floyd (on a billboard… on that interstate): most idyllic of them all.

  14. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 16 January 2013 at 8:59 pm #

    Did you know there’s actually a place named Ide Hill (Kent UK)? It’s fraffly idyllic, Bondi to Ide Hill. Sorry to interrupt. Still an ideal idle Sunday idol, figuratively speaking.

  15. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 17 January 2013 at 1:40 pm #

    I prefer calculated 4 x play for momentous bemusement (today).

  16. avatar
    herman the German | 17 January 2013 at 3:25 pm #

    what a shame to hear that Doc Neeson is really ill, a true original and a mesmerising performer!

  17. avatar
    matthew | 17 January 2013 at 5:50 pm #

    Another brilliant read, I love how you put words together Steve.

  18. avatar
    Chris | 17 January 2013 at 11:43 pm #

    Dear TTB-ers,

    Today I had the great privilege of listening to two sonic joys coming our way from sk…one is his forthcoming album, Idyllist…another pointillist psychedelic gem from Steve with his usual flair for lush arrangements, mesmerising and magical melodies and insightful, sensitive and poetic lyrics. And then songs from his next album with Martin Kennedy…this is classic sk mixed with the soaring transcendent sounds that Martin produces….psychedelic sonic landscapes that transport you to long beaches at sunrise and luminous summer skies. You have the gift Steve….and the gifts continue to come our way folks…stay tuned!

  19. avatar
    MJB | 18 January 2013 at 3:19 am #


    I sit outside at the back of my parent’s house, punch drunk with valium brain fog staring into the nothing as I light another cigarette inhaling the sadness and exhaling the regret.
    I ‘m 40 now yet my life doesn’t even feel like it has begun; yet somehow I feel like I have done most things and been most people, but was never there at the time; I’m exhausted and old, but young and naïve too. The last five years has been busy; enrolling and dropping out of law school, suicide attempts and heavy drinking. Nothing adds up any more and then I think was it ever supposed to. The same old questions still plague me; I live in a limbo of why.
    I have always looked to music and books for some sort of connection to know that I’m not the only one that feels one particular way or another but even the attempts to find some kind of solace that way eludes now like a junkie looking for a vein.
    Seated in a wicker chair I contemplate that while things could be definitely better things could also have been significantly worse if not for my long suffering loving parents. For at this present moment in space and time I am insulated and afforded the luxury of a cool summer breeze with the promising scent of rain as I sip on my ginger beer with nothing more to do than enjoy the comical chirpings of Indian miner birds as twilight approaches. My world at present has a gentle stillness upon it, whilst in the outside world others are experiencing all matters of things from the down right brutal and chaotic through to the supremely beautiful and sublime. Billions of different lives being led all at one time, billions of different moments having been led in one person’s lifetime. Places been and faces seen, people intermingled and separate hoping for more or less of something, some conscious, some unaware, most both. Without reason we feel naked. What’s the time again? The simplest of things complex and intricate depending on your vantage point. This is the start, the beginning, upside down inverted and reversed. It doesn’t matter if it was a dream or for real my senses believed in what they could feel.

  20. avatar
    bspaceage | 18 January 2013 at 7:14 am #

    This is my kind of morning. Steve, been a fan of your music for years, somehow just stumbled upon this site in a morning quest to answer for myself the exact last question you put forth above. I have to say I am incredibly pleased to have the reading of this post be my first taste of the deeper dive. Now: Joined. Following. Hello in here. Feels like home already.

  21. avatar
    Chris | 18 January 2013 at 9:03 am #

    I have been where MJB has been…music saved me…literally…and the love of family and friends and the never-ending gift of God…

  22. avatar
    andy | 18 January 2013 at 10:35 am #

    nic potter formerly of VDGG died in hospital last night from pnuenominia.
    prior to his tenure with hammil & co he was with another legendary band ‘the misunderstood’.
    he was a fine bassist.
    most of you won’t have heard of him, but i bet steve has…..
    i think he’d just hit 60.
    grab every day and shake whatever you can out of it,
    plenty enough time for inactivity when you’re laid to rest.

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