posted on November 9, 2006 at 7:15 pm

genius is pain and im in agony
always so misunderstood
so hard to be inclusive
i read yesterdays comments
someone uses the word apostasy…
ah you see
thats my people
thats where im at…
others write
oh dont write about the past…..
yeah thats like saying to huge hefner
oh dont print pictures of any more tits….
(especially after my declaration to probe nostalgia)
ok sunshine…how far back is “the past”
where does the present end and the future begin
did you think i was called the time being for nothing….?
how can it not be in the past?
any book you read is he did this, she said that
its rarely in the present…
actually ive experimented with that here on these black pages
writing in the present n continuous present
exploring the dilemmas it throws up
were you reading then?
i guess writing in the future is pretty hard
you will do that, he shall say that
its more projection of will than the future
oh dear
sometimes i realise im like a teacher
some of my students are totally digging the lesson
some of em are doing pretty great
some are hangin’ in there
some are confused
some maybe shoulda taken french..
you see cecilias comment
a sorta fairytale
ah you see
that tells me that cecilia knows her timebeing
i aint gonna explain that to the rest of ya
but to tell you the truth
every now n then
one of ya writes a comment
that really tickles this olde boys heart
try as hard for me as i try for you
dont go writing rude comments like do this dont do that
why should i listen to you?
this is one of the highest ratin’ space rock blogges
on this planet
why do i need your anonymous advice?
read between the lines before you react
are you missing the point?
are you forgetting the tb is olde shrewd n crafty
i was fucking about with words when a lotta ya
were still sucking teething rusks
(and god, i hate to play the wise olde manne card but….)
your comments should be elegant aphorisms
quotes from amazing songlyrics
i dont even mind a bit of comeuppance
but please please please
just use yer head before responding
i am the time being
the past is my domain
you see i have a photographic memory
you couple that with my literary devices
and my groovy hep-cat lingo
i can transport you there baby
even better than being there…!
all you gotta do is read n let yer imagination do the walkin’
or am i just being facetious?
do i really have such a high opinion of myself?
wel, yes
you see
life aint black n white
im pretty clever but im stupid too
im quite kind
but i got a hell of a nasty streak
quite cowardly for a brave man
you see
life is complicated
who am i?
who are you?
i try to let you in on my doubts n triumphs here
my losses my gains
my future my past
couldnt you see
i wassa letting ya in on my minds processes
one of my aspects dangling the potential
of richard ploogs many adventures
(which would be an amazing read)
in front of another aspects eyes
why dont you write about this?
i wasnt asking you the audience whether
i should write about him or not
he was only there as an example!
jesus wept!
if i do ever wanna write about him i will!
but obviously
if you read it
the conclusion reached
i wasnt!
you know yer minds like a muscle
flex it a little
let it jog round the block
think a little before you jump in
i never taking the obvious route here
i exploring subtle things
delicate shades
i carefully building a mythology for you
for more than a quartah of a senchurry
you cant jump in at the last moment
and say do this dont do that
sometimes my posts are vulgar….fuck!
sometimes theyre slapstick…too bad!
sometimes theyre too oblique….quill!
sometimes theyre too sad…my heart bleeds
sometimes theyre too much….dont read it then
i aint changing my course for no one
you hear me
unless theyre offering me a stacka fucking cash
cos i and my five daughters n sea snails have gotta eat…
but did you see a suggestions box on my site, mister?
i know y’all love it when i have a rant
now you thickheaded geese can write in and say
original stuff like
“cool down”, “take it easy”
or the omnipresent
dont you recognise a consummate writer
at the fucking peek of his pow-ars
you fillystein ninnies
youre getting this transmission fer free
i got words flowing outta me like a river
this is my specialty
i am deliberately bad sometimes
ha ha ha!
iam an egotistical olde wretch!
i am a bigheaded chauvinist borge-wah drip!
iam a washed up rinse dry olde rocker!
oh i wish i was bonus or michael stripe!
or both at once
michael stripey-bon-bon
or little thommy yorkie
write whatever you like…
i mean
some of you are writing lovely comments
you know it
i know it
this blogge was for you as well
so you could smirk
as you watch the cranky olde teacher
tell off the dull witted members of class
its a good feeling…..isnt it?
keep up the good work
mr garratt have you finished yer assignment
“pragmatic things to say at the end #78”?
its due by the 22nd november

92 Responses to “sweet being in time”

  1. avatar
    Icky | 9 November 2006 at 8:27 pm #

    Ha-ha! Nice work, teach. Dunno who the misery/mystery guts complainant was but they should be banish-ed. As EC once said, ‘Don’t you know how to be dumb?’ Keep up the bewdiful words; a slant of sunlight in these grey days. Or summink.


  2. avatar
    nickfiction | 9 November 2006 at 8:42 pm #

    steve, are you angry? take those xanax, they’ll cool off that volcano in your head……… NF

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 8:45 pm #

    i read it back to meself and self if you was olde nevets, would you appreciate that?

    then i have a think and says no, oh no.
    let the the space rockah be well, the space rockah.

    Thats what keeps me comin’ back for more…
    the insight into a man as in love with himself as he is the rest a the world.
    which ain’t a bad thing yknow.
    Rather be lovin than hatin.

    Oh, and doont it just make ya smile a bit to think maybe those idiots in worshington are gonna’ get their come uppence sooner rather than later?
    goodbye rummy, i hatted your guts i did!


  4. avatar
    John Garratt | 9 November 2006 at 8:49 pm #

    ‘mr garratt have you finished yer assignment
    “pragmatic things to say at the end #78”?
    its due by the 22nd november’

    A deadline? Uh-oh.

    Something tells me that’s how Arista would ask for your song lyrics.


  5. avatar
    Samosanx | 9 November 2006 at 9:21 pm #

    Samosanx hands up note from guardians explaining absence:

    dear mr nevets,
    yon lassie’s absence due to yet more sorry business, general labille, sorrowful melbourne- shadowed rememberances and oh, those funereal same-placed 30’s-ish dusty rose bushes and 50’s-ish succulents, lurching jetstar redeyes, and subsequent return to rat-trapped tropical enervation.

    A thousand pardons; Her truant, neglectful and tear-wrenchingly, fist-clenchingly hard Minders.

    PS: we place her in your Providence again, the next exciting episode forthwith (ie, the future)

  6. avatar
    tomorrow | 9 November 2006 at 9:34 pm #

    “Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?” Killbee-you’re da bomb baybee!

  7. avatar
    Lentil Girl World | 9 November 2006 at 9:34 pm #

    God Steve is so write – you should all do what he says and chill child – big time!Can’t you see he is doing this for free and we are lucky enough to read it all for free too.It’s not like he is being paid for it. And we are so lucky, Steve wass one of the top songwriters in Australia and he can just channel this down for us and we can just take it to us and enjoy it. When he starts charging, I am out of here. I think he is too scared to write about Richard because I heard tehy were still friends and I know those times were painful making the last album for him. If you read this Steve – can you write about how you got a record deal? i think that could be really helpful. Also, don’t be scared to let us in on how you decided to wear colorful shirts and so on.It’s you image and it is so kind of you if you will share its development with us. One last request – is Sisters about anyone you know? What are the lyrics about? I think a lot of people would like it if you explained some of your lyrics becauxe some of them are a bit cryptic! I get most of them but wont to know if I am right!Thanks Steve! Don’t worry about the “ninnies”! We love you!

  8. avatar
    pharaoh | 9 November 2006 at 9:35 pm #

    My attendance may be patchy, participation levels poor, im occasionally confused but always digging your lessons Mr Kilbey… you’re my favourite teacher.

    Any chance of an extension on this month’s assessment though? Several species of small furry animals ate my homework…

  9. avatar
    mattdavison | 9 November 2006 at 9:37 pm #

    Yes’ well I think you have done really well SK. If this was my Bloggie I would have got rid of most comments left over here.
    The Drones who leave un-insighful blab…) would depart like the Ghan’ heading into the red terra-nova landscape of Aussies desert abbyss.
    The truth sets people rumbling, like a trojans arrival..And for a man to continue the path of healing and nostalgia..Love and unadlterated prose..It’s time for many to pull their heads in.
    We at the “Timebeing” have evolved…….
    Evolve with us.
    It’s bliss over here.
    Don’t remiss
    Don’t cower behind you’re cyber names, or anonomys banter.
    Then SK will welcome you
    To the greatest magical tour there is………………..

  10. avatar
    Bitch Face | 9 November 2006 at 9:49 pm #

    Surely there are some other band members left for you to slag off! Snort!

  11. avatar
    BillytheFruit | 9 November 2006 at 9:52 pm #

    He is doing so well, to put up with our comments – no wonder he get’s a bit tetchy with us. We are like fleas on the back of an elephant – no one knows who is holding the tail but if it is the trunk or not. Please don’t stop NY! We need to be more praising if we want him to keep going. Come on everyone – tell him how much we need this blog and stanp your feet and shout encore! Tell him now! Everyone – we need to pull intogehter and stop asking him for so much – hasn’t he given enough?

  12. avatar
    don joe | 9 November 2006 at 10:02 pm #

    Life is a trial, like days on a train, cities rush by like ghost’s in the night. the rythm of wheels, time fades away, space ship for a journey, destination: unknown.

    The salt cleanses and removes, the water refreshes and hydrates, the horizon beckons nearer, the noise behind fades as the lapping of life calms you down. No chemicals needed, just the beauty of this time, this place, this moment in space. Freer than us, but trapped just the same. Do we die and come back again? Our memories dwell and sometimes shed the emotions forgotten but so close that we have fed them till this day and continue to do so till we may be free of them. Not too long just a glitch in continuity spiralling away into the cosmos. I just need someone’s words to reassure me. I don’t blame any of you and i don’t blame myself…… more.

    don joe

  13. avatar
    malenkybit | 9 November 2006 at 10:06 pm #

    That got me laughing hard SK, beeing a teacher myself and all… Anyhow the latest Rolling Stone mag had a page or so on Rockers who blog, oh my, such shite! The little excerpts… such shite! What did you do to that mag that I never even saw a pissy little MENTION of the new album, Steve?? Did I miss it? Do they not have ears? Do they not have eyes for your blog?? Well, rampage on.


  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 10:15 pm #

    hahaha grumpy man, i dont know what to say that won’t upset you – pip

  15. avatar
    Renee | 9 November 2006 at 10:17 pm #

    my most recent gig has been as an instructional assistant in public elementary schools
    and the one thing i have observed is that:
    it doesn’t matter how the teacher presents it
    how many times they say it
    or how loudly they say it
    some students…JUST DON’T GET IT!!
    they just stare blankly at the teacher

    i think your gettin some of them looks


  16. avatar
    daniel 27, 18 | 9 November 2006 at 10:23 pm #

    “goody goody gum drops
    my heart’s doing flip-flops”

  17. avatar
    fledgling | 9 November 2006 at 10:23 pm #

    if you dissect a bird
    to diagram the tongue
    you’ll cut the cut the chord
    articulating song

    if you flay a beast
    to marvel at the mane
    you’ll wreck the rest
    from which the fur began

    if you pluck out the heart
    to find what makes it move
    you’ll halt the clock that syncopates our love

  18. avatar
    nour-allah | 9 November 2006 at 10:38 pm #

    only fools offer unsolicited advice. whoever is dishing out that kind of stuff on here gets my vote for joining the idiot army. keep on blogging whatever your heart desires. i love IT ALL. PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE.



  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 11:05 pm #

    Ahhhhh, that’s more like it, one of the great Kilbey “corrections”…firm but not rude, instructive but not preachy, quietly informative wrapped in a thoughtful blast…how utterly refreshing to hear a genuine “opinion” rather than the baby talk, blather and politically even-keeled nonsense that fills Australian skies these days…once upon a time opinions were valued…now you’re looked upon as a lunatic if you have one…thanks again Dr Kilbey for the daily tonic.

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 11:14 pm #

    I aspire to compose a really thought provoking five star comment but then my worst example of a straight managing director says ” have you completed those branch minimum stock profiles yet?” AND …. it’s gone & I think fuck it … I wish I was Kilbey.
    But the weekend is upon us & it’s gonna be a warm one.

    Dutch Pierre

  21. avatar
    the dean | 9 November 2006 at 11:17 pm #

    ..and the greeks saw themselves by what they were not..

  22. avatar
    veleska1970 | 9 November 2006 at 11:18 pm #

    steve, i’m always happy with whatever you write. i love reading your words. i may not agree with them all the time, but i welcome them just the same. having been a fan for more than 20 years, it’s such a TREAT for you to take time out of your bizzy life to write to us virtually everyday. especially with three kids at home!! i have just one, and she has me running in circles with no time for anything, so i can imagine that this blogging is not easy for you to do with three.

    so, again, a gazillion thank-yous for your time and effort in connecting with your fans.

    lotza love…

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 11:26 pm #

    Ahhhhhh, Professor Kilbey, every morning your epistle transports this old soul to places beyond my imagination and challenges my assumptions. I thoroughly love the voyage through YOUR time, your CRIPTIC mythology and YOUR rants and raves.

    If the 22nd November is OUR deadline – I WANT an extension – pleeessss.


  24. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 9 November 2006 at 11:39 pm #

    Don’t forget your divine vibration, and that goes for you lot in the back as well.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 12:24 am #

    I have never been a student of words but your daily diatribes about all things truly inspires. Say whatever you want – you always put it so entertaining and your whit is excellent.

    also, nice to know you actually red a couple of my very simpleton comments!

    ed in florida

  26. avatar
    colin bokulic | 10 November 2006 at 12:35 am #

    I’ve never read the comments before

    I didn’t really think SK did either.

    I just wanna say I love this blogg, It’s a great start to my day.

    Also thanks for the music you’ve given to me over the years.


  27. avatar
    thorsten wilhelm | 10 November 2006 at 12:46 am #

    blah blah blah i vill piss on ze cans / T

  28. avatar
    lee | 10 November 2006 at 12:51 am #

    kilbey, you’re a funny old bugger :).

  29. avatar
    tristan | 10 November 2006 at 1:12 am #


    did my jet get ya? ha! bet it did.

    fabulous and funny class this….

    mr k, I must say that quite otfen your obscure lessons and subtle teachings make me smile and my eyes sparkle.

    keep it rollin’ you ole space rocker you.

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 1:31 am #

    Love readin your blogge – just wish we could get the music press to stand up and take notice. There must be a way – anybody out there got any thoughts on this?


  31. avatar
    shawn_el | 10 November 2006 at 1:33 am #

    Sk – I am one of your faithful and am proud to say I have never left you a nasty comment.
    Who else would you be if you weren’t sassy and unpredictable and provocative?

  32. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 10 November 2006 at 2:31 am #

    In keeping with his doctrine that nothing be taken too seriously, not even his own teachings, the Master loved to tell this story on himself:

    “My very first disciple was so weak that the exercises killed him. My second disciple drove himself crazy from his earnest practice of the exercises I gave him. My third disciple dulled his intellect through too much contemplation. But the fourth managed to keep his sanity.”

    “Why was that?” someone would invariably ask.

    “Possibly because he was the only one who refused to do the exercises.” The Master’s words would be drowned in howls of laughter.

  33. avatar
    ambnt1 | 10 November 2006 at 2:52 am #


    Thought I’d give you some advice:

    1) Take early morn’ chill pill (joint) daily whilst Schulzian analog droneage fills the room (oh wait you already do that)
    2) Listen to my 18 other CD’s besides “Marconi Union”
    3) Make friends with a “straight”
    4) Eat one WHOPPER or BIG MAC, just try it you might like it
    5) You should have done this blog totally differently and just written funny jokes, so don’t write anything thought-provoking or serious anymore. Give the people what they want, don’t do what you wanna do
    6) Don’t believe this post, it’s not serious at all 😉

    Love ya Nevets,


    n.p. Comsat Angels, “Time” compilation (never heard these guys until today! quite interesting)

  34. avatar
    sockfacepuppetmunch | 10 November 2006 at 3:15 am #


    -his gold won’t buy him sleep ..His poverty runs so deep…. In winter he cracks and summer he warps.

    letter to Sraights.

    ..And yes a few infaltrate this blogg-a log.

  35. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 10 November 2006 at 3:40 am #

    me am laughing out loud from your words of wisdom, we are teachers from above, me can’t wait to see the final picture…

  36. avatar
    Bell Franc | 10 November 2006 at 3:51 am #

    Killa – the blogge is on a roll.
    You’re surely going to take it out on a high on the 22nd.
    Reading the TB is the last thing i do before brushing my teeth and thanking God for yesterday’s election results in my adopted homeland – if you have it ready in time of course.

  37. avatar
    Finn | 10 November 2006 at 4:00 am #

    Steve, far as I’m concerned you’re doing us all a favor letting us into your thoughts and such. I’ve been reading as far back as I can remember stumbling over this here blog. I see you’re still threatening to sign off on 11/22 and for sum reason I magine your not kidding. Too bad I guess, but you probably want your life back. So once again thank ye and yer band for the great music and all that. All the best. Lol, chill…

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 5:05 am #

    “Destroy all rational thought. That is the conclusion I have come to…”

    There are Heroes and Villains and nothing but the past. There is no future, the moment illusion. Space, may be an intricate lie. There is a duality as far as I can tell. Singularities? Yes, at least to my mind. But wait, aren’t those contradictions? Yes, it’s true. There be fewer pearls in the world than swines that fly (so, you’re lucky if you eat them). For u,i and ? We know where to look when we need them. We know what we’ve found when we see them. We know what we feel as we need them. Is for u, who bind us all together. Can we not be Heroes for at least, a little more time?

  39. avatar
    craig1.618 | 10 November 2006 at 5:41 am #

    concise and to the point in an imaginative way……..nevets embracing the paradox……reading and listening to popol vuh at the same time…..just one of my interpretations of the classroom setting in the time being…..chilam balam to ya

  40. avatar
    Jeffrey | 10 November 2006 at 6:00 am #

    dear mr kilbey,

    I was fired for my blog. Unexpected and petty. When in a meeting about tryign to confront our administrator about why they were charging old people so much for easy to come by vitamins, and why or technology wasn’t being fixed, they said uh well it’s come to our attention that you have a website( not a blog a website they’re too stupid to know the difference ) and there’s some things on there that we find objectionable…. My answer was simply, what? There were no warnings of not being able to have online content, no explanation. WEll three days later after I had taken a couple of days off to give them time to think, I was simply told “that maybe this isn’t the place for you and what you wrote is inexcusable…”

    Um, yeah right….

    Well, as such an avid blogger, and I do hope you read this, I wanted to share you the blog post that got me fired, and please tell me what you think…

    Youre’a great guy, just keep being yourself..

    Ton’s of love, and here’s my blog that I got fired for…..

    P.S. (If you don’t want to read it like this just go to, and it’s posted there in it’s original format)

    Sunday sweet Sunday….

    Here’s the one that got me fired, see what you think. See what you think, is this about one particular place or the state of california? Please leave your comments, after all it did cost me my job. For the individual who jacked my site and changed a few words around, make no doubt about it,we will have quite a talk, and good luck trying to do it again, especially from a Mac at 5:30 in the morning. That’s right, I know who you are now, and I forgive you. God bless you my friend, I hope it made you feel good to bring me so much harm over two misinterpreted lines on a post that talked about the disgrace of abused kids and elders in our community. I still won’t back down on either of these issues, and anyone who want’s to come up against me and downplay issues of abuse in any regard will find themselves quickly wishing they had not.

    As for the rest, I toned the language down a little bit at the suggestions of some friends of mine at Church. Which by the way peeps, you had a good point, and I think you’re right it does sort of take away from the bigger picture if you get hung up on the interspersed f words. I don’t necessarily have a problem with it per se, but for those who do, it takes away from the main point which is counterproductive to the whole post, and I don’t want to do that so read on my amish friends it’s safe.( I happen to think Amish people are pretty cool by the way, sometimes they’re trippy but at least they’re nice)Thank you for your input. You really made a good point and I changed it according to your suggestions. Thank You as well for all your prayers, they are deeply appreciated.

    And here I sit,
    broken hearted,
    tried to think of the rest
    wait just where have I started
    tomorrow looms in the murky distance
    wondering what the hell I’m doing
    why I’m doing it
    off to the daily grind
    “Mr. or Mrs. (insert name here) hasn’t paid attention to their own place in years”….
    wonderful wonderful, my lovely disgruntled patrons, can’t wait to see you
    Thank you Mr. John Doe Roy, and Ms. Morning Emu Shopper for your lovely comments,
    it makes me feel so much more hopeful about my future to hear your input every week,
    duely noted folks,
    I’ll pass it on….
    non profit again really isn’ t looking so bad anymore I guess…..


    unfortunately or fortunately you know, I love to help people….
    I wish the state of california felt that was worth paying well
    it’s like a dare
    go ahead and leave it alone it says
    see if we faulking care
    just try to make your bills faulker
    lets see how you do
    bleeding your heart out
    doing the Christian love thing
    keeping old people from starving
    and being quietly beaten by their shitty families
    helping molested kids get their lives back together
    and find a reason not to take their lives
    making sure people with HIV and AIDS don’t starve
    or ache every minute of their lives
    go help those challenged families
    see if we faulking care
    child care shmild care,
    the T.V. works just fine
    my little zombies never talk back,
    as long as I buy them what they want
    it works for us,
    it’s not like we ever see them
    it’s not in my backyard
    it’s not my kids
    it’s not my family
    it’s not me
    so clearly
    once again
    see if we faulking care
    we don’t care anymore about you
    than we do the animals
    stupid vegetarian
    stupid Christian
    with all your love and compassion
    all your urge to help
    to improve
    to lift up
    who are you to lift a finger
    when there’s tax dollars at work here
    we have war to make
    and people to elect
    faulk your ocean purity
    your requests for less particulates in the air
    you hope of happier healthier families
    faulk you
    stupid Christian
    bleeding heart
    tree hugger
    see if we faulking care
    Not In My Back Yard
    let your memories haunt you
    let the kids just cry
    dollars are drying up faulker
    serves you right for trying to make a difference
    you and all the teachers
    who are you to speak up
    shut up and teach my kids
    shut up and save my neighbors daughter
    shut up and sell my rubber ducks while I keep all the profit
    how dare you speak up while I run you in the ground
    give up
    shut up
    clean it up
    and don’t tell me about it
    if I don’t know about it
    I can’t understand it
    If I can’t understand it
    I won’t feel compassion
    If I don’t feel compassion,
    I won’t want to help
    If I don’t want to help
    I can keep driving this snazzy ass car
    and not be bothered that I’m faulking you over
    this crucial and integral part of society that you are
    You will not be elevated my friend
    you will not be exhalted
    you will be faulked over
    faulked over by me and my congressional friends
    Why? Why? You have the audacity to ask?
    Because you tell us things we don’t want to hear
    and it contaminates our delusions
    violates our ego’s
    burdens our minimally beating hearts
    with your eternally lifted, white hot pumping blood
    crying out for vengance
    how dare you try to improve our lives
    and the lives of others
    we set up this whole thing to make you tune people out
    and never give a shit about anything but yourself
    don’t look over your neighbors fence
    don’t look over the wall at the landfill
    don’t look down the river pouring into the ocean
    and never ever don’t you faulking ever dare to look away from your T.V Set,
    and peek behind the curtain
    into the realm of lies and denial we’ve worked so hard to maintain and build
    the phramaceutical companies
    the meat industry
    the tobacco companies
    All our lovely dismissive HMO’s
    insurance and elitist tax breaks
    you stupid little faulk
    how dare you even ask
    Stupid Christian out saving souls
    faulking tree hugger out saving the environment
    Stupid health nut trying to prevent diseases and give people better lives
    all your love, your compassion, your stupid words of wisdom, and your laughter and energy
    just shut up,
    stop helping,
    eat some cows and pigs
    go get some smokes
    stop peeking over the fence
    get a damn inhaler at Kaiser
    and shut the faulk up
    or better yet,
    keep doing what your doing
    and See if we care,
    good luck paying your bills
    good luck with your hopes
    try to sell your story to the papers dumbshit
    we already bought them out
    keep doing what your doing
    and see if we care.

    These are the words that scream past your skin,
    that speak in the silence of your policies,
    that I stand still in the daytime
    and am deafened by
    your psychic chatter
    your scary faulking thoughts
    all that filth and dirt you step on the brand new sneakers of my existence with
    it makes me feel sick
    and better yet it makes me feel sad…

    and yes, you finally guessed it
    I hear it before you say it
    I feel it before the words erupt from your mouth
    and fly at me like daggers
    I can lock my doors when my eyes are closed
    I can see you when you stand still when they’re still shut
    and instantly know you’re there
    I can feel the wrongs done to you with a touch of your hand or when you brush against me
    I can see the memories that you think are only your own
    and my dreams come true before I know what they are,
    and most of the time
    they just make me cry

    just me and God and a sigh in the morning
    and I get up and do it all again.

    And does anybody listen….
    most of the time, no.
    But you really really dig my tunes,
    I guess that’s good enough.
    Now you know my existence…
    Question is, what will you do, and what is it to you?

    Just be like the state of California,
    See if we care.

    Indeed State of California,
    We’ll see how God feel’s about people like you,
    trying to keep down people like me,
    yes indeed State of California, you better believe,
    oh yes indeed,
    we’ll see who laughs last.

  41. avatar
    Jeffrey | 10 November 2006 at 6:06 am #

    just to clarify for those of you who don’t know me to help put this into context,

    I am a Christian
    I am a Vegetarian
    I am an avid advocate for the environment

    and I posted comments that I’ve heard over the years that people have said, and just went with it….

    Hope that helps to understand it better 🙂

  42. avatar
    MarkM | 10 November 2006 at 6:32 am #

    I’m listening
    I’m learning
    I’m laughing
    I’m crying
    I’m enjoying
    I’m bein a fan.
    I love the nostalgic and unsentimental visits into your past.
    I appreciate and respect the honesty.
    I’m looking forward to hearing more about the future imagined or just up and coming.
    I carry the poetry around with me.
    I dream about the fairy stories.
    I’m taken down the stream of consciousness with nevets.
    I chuckle at the quirky spelling.
    I laugh out loud at the dry Australian humour and the tales of life on the road.
    I relate to the stories of family life and nod my head knowingly.
    If the time being is a teacher then that makes me a disciple.
    As long as you keep witing I’ll keep reading.
    Anons with unworthy comments be gone.
    It’s been a pleasure for the majority of us here to be a part of the time being.

  43. avatar
    MarkM again | 10 November 2006 at 6:34 am #

    that should say “as long as you keep writing”

  44. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 10 November 2006 at 6:42 am #

    i’ve always viewed your blog
    like i do art…or life
    infinitely faceted adventures
    a single tale
    can’t tell the entirety
    of the thought process
    of the impressions
    the world
    with all of its gifts and tragedies
    leaves upon you
    each blog, lyric, poem, song
    even musical shadings within a song
    just a drop in a very large bucket
    even the greatest of artists
    which you truly are, you witty bard
    will pass away someday
    leaving only a small portion
    of the tale being told
    thank you for letting us share
    in your world over the past year

  45. avatar
    leelinau | 10 November 2006 at 6:49 am #


    12 more days then, eh?

    I agree about M.S.

    T.Y. however admitted to being influenced by you guys, so did Beth Orton. writing no less.


    12 more days.


  46. avatar
    damien | 10 November 2006 at 7:10 am #

    I know you’re not the Messiah, Steve.

    You’re just a very naughty boy!


  47. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 7:13 am #


    Why on earth would you post that bullshit here?

    (please….please don’t answer that)

  48. avatar
    bucks burnett | 10 November 2006 at 7:44 am #

    About the past vs. future controversy – I went to a psychic last week and she said that in a future life I will disprove the theory of reincarnation. So we can all relax a bit, I think.

  49. avatar
    snoop bloggy blogg | 10 November 2006 at 7:50 am #

    Ego is the most misunderstood tool of all. I don’t leave home without it.

  50. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 8:02 am #

    Um, well that was a bit odd.

    Welcome to the interNUT sk, where we all, including you, say what we like and anon if we like.

    Well, the English version of the internut anyway, Mandarin, Spanish and Hindi are going strong. Japan kinda has it’s own internut, interesting stuff.

    Interesting reading the comments how nobody thinks that *they* are a thick headed goose eh?

    So it’s like a club, who gets “it” and who doesn’t? Jeez, how dull.

    Anyway, love and will continue to love your music and have tried hard to leave thoughtful comments.

    Gobble, gobble….

    “Revolution is not a onetime event”
    -Audre Lorde

  51. avatar
    tough stuff, that can't get enough | 10 November 2006 at 8:43 am #


  52. avatar
    davem | 10 November 2006 at 8:45 am #

    Oh Crow.
    I’m a just hangin’ in there sort.
    Too scared to post.


  53. avatar
    scott | 10 November 2006 at 8:59 am #

    The Time Being, aka mothership pilot extraordinaire.

  54. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 9:18 am #

    Ere, Steve, if the bassplayer from Led Zeppelin formed a band with the drummer from the Beatles
    would it be called
    John Paul Jones and Ringo?

  55. avatar
    ambnt1 | 10 November 2006 at 9:20 am #


    So does this mean you don’t like the Hawkwind song, “You Shouldn’t Do That”???


    Here’s some websites you should check out, there’s all kinds of useful information that will change your life, Steven. Really, you should CHECK THESE OUT!…

    This is just a partial list. When you’re done I will post more because I know you can use all the recommendations/help/adviceyou can get your hands on. In fact, why don’t you start now right after my comment? C’mon, do it!

  56. avatar
    verdelay | 10 November 2006 at 9:22 am #

    I don’t have to look back at all the (bad) apples
    to know I’m nearly the very last (bad) seed in the bag…

    There. Succinct, slightly cynical metaphor (apples for teacher, little sucks) paired with the appropriate (if predictable) lyrical reference from the extensive back catalogue. A veritable aphorismic apotheosis.

    But if I were to scrump something up from the apple yard for you, my green-skinned Abelard, would I find favour, or would you simply decide to make cider..?

    Would you recognise the pattern the little seeds make, when you render my offering length-wise in two…or is that too obscure, even for you?

    (“One day son, all of this will be yours”; “But father…all of these fields are optional…”)

  57. avatar
    Luxuries, Life's Little | 10 November 2006 at 9:31 am #

    just to be here…

    see more,

    as it is…

  58. avatar
    fantasticandy | 10 November 2006 at 9:45 am #

    ‘the omnipresent chill’—–hahaha! even chris has used that word again today!———-great title for a song though,almost as good as ‘psychic superstar’by THE DUDES OF NEPTUNE FROM ANDY L’S GARAGE IN WORCESTER AND FEATURED ON THE HOME MADE E.P WHICH IS NOW CLUTTERING UP YOUR HOME!!!!!!!! really looking forward to the new stuff,i guess you and marty will be working some of it out on your mini tour.all the best with it all.JUST REMEMBER,YOU HAVE ABOUT AS MUCH CHANCE OF INFLUENCING MY THOUGHTS AS I HAVE OF INFLUENCING,na,na,na,na,na,nah!—andy.

  59. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 9:52 am #

    ‘The glutinous wind keeps on nibbling the sail’ – how’s that for a lyric?

  60. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 10:16 am #

    nevets, when you read these comments do you ever think ‘who are half of these fuckwits and why the Christing hell do they like what I do?!’

  61. avatar
    ben | 10 November 2006 at 10:32 am #

    i am humbled as iv created chaos around me unwillingly. my best friend and i have been freinds for years, and he fell victim to the past with anger and revenge. both of us were impaired as we depended on the fools within us to help the emptiness ineachother. as he fell victim to each others miseries the void grew until the choice was life or death. we both became as new the the same god. although he was healing i was still blinded with a self image as imagined as the one after bein born new. as my weight was lifted, his was not grantd for reasons obviously beyond my stupidity. as he withered away with compassion left as his only freind, i was roosting in my sincere but fictitious image. he worsened and my jesus complex spit on his already exposed wounds. as he pleaded and warned me of my ways i was empty of my past but a dick in my paradoxical illusion finally driving his soul to lonely dispear. then 2 days ago woke to visions and intense but needed ass lashes from the son with his anger poured against me and revealing my stained hands that binded myself and my freind at his falling. the pain unleashed visually is undecribable in shame. i met him today with tears of true coler which was greeted past the wreckage. its all about us. take heed. i have been humble and meek rich and poor. i am nothing like then now yet i am. but i always called.

  62. avatar
    Sweed | 10 November 2006 at 10:58 am #

    I’m here everyday, Steve, keep on being the excellent Time Being you are!! (Ok, not ALL the time then…)

  63. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 11:32 am #

    I can pull a really ugly face –
    why can’t I pull a handsome one…?

  64. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 12:01 pm #

    Don’t give us that 22nd of November rubbish, you’re as hooked as we are…

    (I’m gonna ned an extension…)

  65. avatar
    lilya | 10 November 2006 at 12:12 pm #

    Looking forward (not backward) to hearing what you have stored on memory about Ploogy

  66. avatar
    sue cee | 10 November 2006 at 12:34 pm #

    Goddammit…. my wastepaper basket is getting very full

    psst… I hope the ULTC painting on ebay gets a barrowload of mula for ya!

  67. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 12:41 pm #

    They still don’t get it, Evets…

  68. avatar
    indigoruby | 10 November 2006 at 12:45 pm #

    Prescriptiveness is rag to anyone’s red bull… unfortunate that the more you bite, the more of a meal they make…
    And you ain’t a patch on the obliqueness of some of the comments – or am I just on the wrong drugs??

    p.s. Saw Sculpture by the Sea on my first Sydney day
    Lots of sunshine, too many people
    All click click clicking
    Flashing them mobile phones…
    (I think I’m turning Japanese)
    Loved the life-sized Mr Whippy on Tamarama
    Half in a puddle
    Looking fire-melted
    But absent black,
    Nice touch, the wilted music.
    And the humpy campy site
    On a ledge – unsolicited,
    A true installation.
    Well I hope the locals are more couth than in Melbourne,
    Er..I hope pissing on garbage bins is as good as it gets
    Or the thugs are on the security side of the law.
    At the Moreland Sculpture Show this year
    Louts trashed the art
    And piffed the pieces in Coburg lake…

  69. avatar
    captainmission | 10 November 2006 at 1:17 pm #

    a holographic portal, a line from a song, a reference to some obscure text, a brilliant rave, a few words used with wisdom and creativity, superconciousness, some vitriolic comment, meditation, some whimsical throwaway line, a joke, the absurd, some things don’t make sense and shouldn’t, the passion, the anti fashion, love over will, knowing when to be still, the movie landscape, guided by imagery, listen, the idiot or the fool, the flicker the glimmer, the space, the tarot, the time the being, the whole william blakian dream, innocence experience, the family thing, the ocean the trees, pot and pan, lsd and dmt, the patterns and the choas, of your fractal brilliance. jewel.

  70. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 1:33 pm #

    ITS kinda funny the smugness of some of the commenters,
    it really is like being in a classroom
    smart alecs down the back
    teachers pets at the front
    me somewhere inbetween 🙂

  71. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 1:42 pm #

    Play in Belfast!

  72. avatar
    isolde | 10 November 2006 at 1:42 pm #

    first day of blogmas tomorrow toitle not that i’m counting the dayze mynde i know you know it dozent mean that much to me

  73. avatar
    Robert Yellin | 10 November 2006 at 1:43 pm #

    ikkyu and I and you, we’ve met before
    under fuji-san–san donates the mountain as a living entity–
    man I have rocked back and forth, between marty’s chords and your
    campbell soup
    so glad to stir your blog
    saw you guys in ’81 in Sd, it was an unguarded moment
    one i still carry in my pocket
    thanks sir kilbey–and jack frost too
    man, it’s a gift, ain’t it….

  74. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 1:56 pm #

    Did heedless Eve think twice before she broke the enjewelled fruit from its bitter stem?
    Or the first man to reach out and stroke the marijuana leaf condemn himself for greed when harvesting and burning such a golden thing?
    As this dreaming poet who just then spoke of your sacredness and is now prepared to do exactly as he first declared.
    And make of his museful words a joke.

    Bob Calvert said that!

  75. avatar
    Robert Yellin | 10 November 2006 at 1:58 pm #

    make sure you know that’s the best flavor of soup
    joseph campbell flavor
    and ikkyu is not available tonight
    where is marty’s twilight guitar……
    man, the words you have spat at the stars,
    the groove you all have stiched
    i had to write again and say
    and say
    other than
    my door is always open…..

  76. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 1:59 pm #

    “Ere, Dave, ere : cut the fuckin’ gypsy music!”

    Calvert said that an’ all!

  77. avatar
    thorsten wilhelm | 10 November 2006 at 2:17 pm #

    I vant to make a peepee in zee cans, like a younger keith moon, I am german. i will urinate!

  78. avatar
    restaurant mark | 10 November 2006 at 2:30 pm #

    fly on my captain…i’m your faithful passenger.

    you gonna start giving us homework aren’t you? ; )

  79. avatar
    eek | 10 November 2006 at 3:49 pm #

    ooh! If I was smart I wouldn’t mention this as I want them, but in addition to the original painting for ULTC now the cover artwork for the Block ep and the artwork for the A Quiet Night In tour poster are also up on ebay. So go look and bid on them!

    And also note that the online images do not do justice to the real artwork. SK’s work is soooo much more intense and vibrant in person. I know, I know. So many times the image in the advertisement looks much better than the actual item, but in the case of SK’s art if you like the image you see on your screen, you are going to LOVE the original!

    As for the comments I write — yeah, I’m smirking. I know you adore me and my comments Steve — everyone does, of course — because I’m utterly adorable and you, Steve, are charmed by my fantastic adorability. 😉

    PS You’re actually pretty adorable yourself!

  80. avatar
    the attachment-detachment... | 10 November 2006 at 4:57 pm #

    tow the line

    be on time

    forget the blows

    put on your clothes

    nevermind the prose

    touch your toes

    feed the crows

  81. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 5:05 pm #

    whats up with the crows lately

  82. avatar
    Valentine | 10 November 2006 at 5:05 pm #

    devastatingly handsome devil
    rock god
    glittering diamond eyes
    watch out! They’ll cut you to pieces…
    How do you live behind those eyes? I’ve often wondered.
    Fierce intelligence commanding respect …at least in person. heh. I love the fact that you write this blogge for us .. in pain even… makes it an honour to be your fan. For as long as you choose to write and whatever you choose to say… I’ll be here enjoying it all.
    I had the good fortune to chat with you a bit before a show once in 99. The 7th House… I’d escaped! One of my favorite all time memories…

  83. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 5:10 pm #

    International Disadvantaged People’s Day

    Today is International Disadvantaged People’s Day. Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend, just as I’ve done. I don’t care if you lick windows, interfere with farm animals, vote republican or occasionally shit yourself…….

    You hang in there sunshine, you’re freaking special…

  84. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 5:39 pm #

    comsat angels. great band. yes.

    homework. yes.

  85. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 November 2006 at 5:39 pm #

    comsat angels. great band. yes.

    homework. yes.

  86. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 10 November 2006 at 7:13 pm #

    Oh no! My comments should be clever? Yikes and eek!

  87. avatar
    mandn | 10 November 2006 at 7:26 pm #

    Pardon the slow compreshension on my part today
    dear Orpheus, I am recovering from seeing
    David Bowie perform last night.

    but how can one possibly write anything, past, present or future
    without distorting it by their own perceptions?
    They can’t. People can try to write history, present dayor future
    but it’s only THEIR history, THEIR present day, THEIR future.

    not pontificating here, don’t care to.
    makes no nevermind to me whom or what you
    write about. communication is the key, besides
    if it was what I wanted to hear, it’d be my name
    up there in sparkly, twinkly lights.

    wax away friend, I am here for observing and
    absorbing. A little light imbibing if you will,
    and we are thirsty.


  88. avatar
    thorsten wilhelm | 10 November 2006 at 8:07 pm #

    i hate SK’s garbage cans, I will piss!!!!

  89. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 10 November 2006 at 9:33 pm #

    Haha, that was a good read! 🙂

    I enjoyed the writing…


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