posted on January 23, 2009 at 8:04 pm

go olde boy
type it all up
like an eagle in the skyways
its too hot to imagine a blog
the sweat runs over my ibook
as i labour away
in the bristling morning
stick on my migrastick for my ever present headache
i told ya genius was pain
i’m hot n i’m angry
and all these words pouring outta me like the sweat
and planes cruise thru the painful sky
their noise re echoing in the filthy heat
oh the drums
oh the drums
oh the infernal summer
sitting here unclad n sweating
hot n red like an olde lobsterman
in some hot little hole
i wave my great clause around
and i boil slowly in the drowning air
get a fix on me
i’m just behind those cliffs
in my hot little house
and i’m tuned in to the heat
and i’m wired up all over my mansuit
and i move thru this air like a missile
i eat mangoes n bananas
i drink rice milk
at least my diet is pure
i vibrate so much faster now
i can dissolve
i can leave if i want
i have written 2 thousand songs
i sing the body hypnotique
i am no prophet in any land
i am too fucking good for them
i coulda been a contenderizer
i coulda had it all
but it was not my fate
this had to be my path
because fame n flattery n gluttony
bring ya monotony
and if you try to play
you may end up with a supertax gobblin’ up your pass go dough
while being in mayfair in a red hotel recedes into yer distance
and i’m tired of only being second in the beauty contest
and i’m too hot to care about yer triple double six
and i wont visit ya in jail
because i hate those timid freed men
and i suppress murderous thoughts
brought on by the oh the heat…
i hit the pool soon
yeah if i swim it all out like an eagle in the skyway
yeah my unicorn you were born to it
yeah lithon the black
the rider of stars
tyrannosaurus rex
the eater of cars
time being in excelsis
the kicker of arse
cover me wild bill hickok
yeah cover me botticelli
yeah cover me mickey finn
yeah cover me gala dali
yeah cover me dave mccomb
yeah cover me ian rilen
yeah cover me narcissus
yeah cover me bewlay sisters
yeah heres some heat for all my fans still in winter
heres some hot air from the furnace of the sun
heres some gaseous explosions straight outta mah head
heres some warmth from my savage pen
heres some january blast from the antipodes
where things are warming up
hold my sweaty hand you stupid world
i’m gonna lead ya down the jardin path
bring yer parasol
bring your suntan lotion
bring yer fucking hat
bring yer white clothes
bring your goggles n schnorkle
bring yer flippers n yer flip flops
pull yer thongs over those things
sing a song like i sings
i sings about the hot bite of the clouds
i sings about men who turn into pigs
n women who turn into witches
i sing about the distance n the time
i sing about the zeitgeist and its tendrils
i sing about the opulence of vishnu
i sing about the capriciousness of venus
i sing about getting born n the big sleep
i sing about the love between
my brothers n my sisters
all over this triple world
and why
you ask
why why why
do you sing sing sing of these things, oh kilbey…?


43 Responses to “surprising facts about fiction”

  1. avatar
    Cee | 23 January 2009 at 9:02 pm #

    Hola Esteban,
    Too much tiempo.

    i sings about men who turn into pigs
    n women who turn into witches

    canto sobre hombres que se convierten en cerdos
    y mujeres que se convierten en brujas

    Bruja Cecilia te manda un beso.

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 January 2009 at 9:41 pm #

    Because…no-one else,can…..:) xo

  3. avatar
    matt davison | 23 January 2009 at 9:51 pm #


  4. avatar
    seoigh | 23 January 2009 at 9:53 pm #

    So you’re saying it’s hot, then?

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 January 2009 at 10:03 pm #

    Aye love, no-one else can ๐Ÿ™‚ xoxo

  6. avatar
    EDD | 23 January 2009 at 10:17 pm #

    Nuff said!

  7. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 23 January 2009 at 10:20 pm #

    Sorry if I went overboard on yesterdays comments but I will always protect you, even until the end of all time. Keep doing what you do.

  8. avatar
    EDD | 23 January 2009 at 10:22 pm #

    Let’s just get high and forget about the cold/heat! o’ercastngray…o’ercastngray…boilinassboilinheat…boilinassboilinheat

  9. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 23 January 2009 at 10:24 pm #

    Anyone else want to jerk with Steve, the road leads through me. Bring the noise wankers! Woof Woof

  10. avatar
    veleska1970 | 23 January 2009 at 10:51 pm #

    ya got that right!!

    stay cool, steve. well, you’re cool anyway, but you know what i mean. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    lotza love…..

  11. avatar
    ross b | 23 January 2009 at 10:55 pm #

    and if i don’t hang around our old gambling grounds it does not mean that i’ve forgotten we believed and I still do

  12. avatar
    princey | 23 January 2009 at 11:49 pm #

    One thing I love about you sk, is that no matter how hot’n’bothered, angry, over it or tired you are, your sense of humour is always there in the mix! I’m so glad you keep writing even when you don’t feel like it:)
    love Amanda
    P.S there’s no sign of relief from the heat when you’re in Melby next week sk….look out for a hot and wild killer-panther roaming around town Melbournians!!!

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 12:05 am #

    Hey sk

    Another sleepless hot nite, after chasing a giant cockroach around the kitchen. This weather brings out all the nasty critters. A cool change coming later hopefully.
    Hop in that pool before you melt.

    Lady Di

  14. avatar
    Cee | 24 January 2009 at 12:13 am #

    When I lived in LA I used to put my clothes in the freezer for a couple of minutes, lovely!

  15. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 1:21 am #

    Woof woof woof, bring it barry

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 3:20 am #

    And Kilbey puts the boot into Tim Freedman :).

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 3:55 am #

    C- i once heard a story of a person,getting into a macdonalds store,to the change room,n wetting,then placing in the deep freeze,ALL of the working employees civilian clothes!thats pretty cool to…haha,lalalala la!xoxoxo ‘)

  18. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 4:23 am #

    Top 5 singers of all time in no particular order.
    1. Steven Kilbey
    2. Elvis
    3. Morrissey
    4. Bob Seger
    5. Jim Morrison

    PS. Come out to play barry you loser. woof woof woof

  19. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 4:45 am #

    Honorable mention top five singers:

    Frank Sinatra
    The guy from tears for fears

    Lets see your list barry. woof woof woof little doggie woof

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 5:14 am #

    I’ll kick your ass sheffield boy, bring it on .

  21. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 5:21 am #

    Anon is back. Sign on under a name. Scared? woof woof

  22. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 5:23 am #

    Is that you barry? woof woof

  23. avatar
    princey | 24 January 2009 at 5:49 am #

    Sheffield Tyler, for f**ks sake, give it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  24. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 5:52 am #

    Princey, don’t you get it love, I’m protecting steve from barry. He’s a nasty little bitch who torments steve so i am having a go at him. Where are you barry???? woof woof woooof!

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 6:00 am #

    A vote here for Princey’s reply. I don’t follow the comments closely but what is the significance of woof woof Tyler? Just curious.

  26. avatar
    Sheffield Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 6:11 am #

    woof woof is the sound of me the big dog barking out all the little dogs namely barry. I can crush all the little dogs easily under my heel. I have taken care of this LOSER and now he is afraid to come out to play. Believe me, I am tougher than my photo would indicate. So bring the noise tools, woof woof.

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 6:22 am #

    Oh, OK, I thought there must be a logical explanation. LOL I did not realize you were a big dog. LOL

  28. avatar
    davem | 24 January 2009 at 7:01 am #

    Thanks for the heat SK.
    We need it over here.

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 7:03 am #

    Great blog today Steve, I would gladly trade this cold weather for your warm weather. In the summer my hot for your cool. Human nature I suppose. Tyler, you seem to have some homo-erotic fixation with barry, whoever he is, and barking like a dog is something freud himself would need to analyze.
    Percey Ledbetter

  30. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 24 January 2009 at 8:22 am #

    Barry the Baptist must live in the US as he seems to retire to his kennel between the hours of 4.30PM and 11.30PM AEDT ๐Ÿ™‚ Perhaps near where they filmed Deliverance. Does Barry play the banjo by any chance Sheffield Tyler?

  31. avatar
    loolaabillions | 24 January 2009 at 9:14 am #

    hey hey hey…stevie do you really read all this jargon?? hmmm me thinks not…

  32. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 24 January 2009 at 10:42 am #

    tell ya what, steve, what say when this infernal fucking heat/humidity breaks and we have a cool change we sit down and celebrate with a big fat doobie???
    i’m over summer at the moment, give me the middle of july….
    love always…

  33. avatar
    catchow | 24 January 2009 at 12:16 pm #

    steve,you’re no prophet,you’re
    so much better!!!you’re so easily
    approached and always catching us
    up with your music(waoo………
    that “CHURCH sound”!!!)and your words,every (hot) day,from your “savage pen”…
    thanks for the warmth! hoping your headache’s gone…

  34. avatar
    Freddie | 24 January 2009 at 12:25 pm #

    A hot angry wild Englishman….

    And once more,
    because only you can, baby!
    ๐Ÿ™‚ xo

  35. avatar
    12str | 24 January 2009 at 1:27 pm #

    keep bringinยดem on Kilbey!!

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 January 2009 at 5:49 pm #

    I don’t know who barry is but jesus how can he be any more annoying than you tyler. Nothing personal Tyler but frankly you are acting like 1. A petulant child or 2. A scorned lover

    Why don’t you and barry exchange emails and let the rest of us enjoy the music and words of Kilbey without your incessant bickering.

  37. avatar
    CSTCoach | 24 January 2009 at 7:24 pm #

    You said it kilbo! i like this stuff the best: “i sing about the distance n the time” And its exactly as you say. No one else can fucking nail these things. It takes a time being, after all.

    My copy of Shriek (book and CD) arrived late yestaday. Looking fwd to a listen ๐Ÿ™‚

  38. avatar
    fandorin | 24 January 2009 at 7:38 pm #

    today, 26 years after release and 16 years after purchase of CD, i fell in love with “A Fire Burns”. better layt than neva…

  39. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 24 January 2009 at 8:47 pm #

    My favourite singers of all time in no particular order:

    1. Steve Kilbey
    2. Elvis Presley
    3. Frank Sinatra.
    4. Marvin Gaye.
    5. Bob Seger
    6. Ray LaMontagne
    7. Chris Isaak
    8. Otis Redding
    9. Dean Martin.
    10.Ray Charles
    11.Karen Carpenter.

    I also really like the guy from Kings Of Leon. And James Brown when he did ballads like “It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World.

  40. avatar
    smoochgirl | 24 January 2009 at 9:18 pm #

    ha ha! whatever. just come sing in the lone star state again sometime.

  41. avatar
    Tyler | 24 January 2009 at 9:20 pm #

    Oh look, the whacko’s right-clicked on my photo, saved it to his own account and opened up a new account under a slightly different name. Yawn. Still not fooling anyone, though.

  42. avatar
    MEM | 25 January 2009 at 2:56 am #

    obvious but not
    i take
    the last word
    here i find
    in some other
    day away
    from the concerns
    of tomorrow
    i look
    for you everywhere

  43. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 27 January 2009 at 8:11 am #

    WRITE ON!!!

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