posted on October 31, 2008 at 8:11 pm

what if
what if?
what if?!
this is the truth
i stand before a mirror which offers no reflection
all souls night
the dead have been loosed from the cloying earth
and unspeakable monsters lurk in the darkness
the hot city is enveloped by an unclean night
and i hurry on my way down down down
voices call my name
peripheral things are glimpsed
and gone forever
the air is thick with accusations
we wait for rain that never comes
we pay off bills that are never paid off
we struggle and we survive somehow
who am i?
nobody really
just someone telling his tale
just one of six million stories in the naked city
john smith
no connections
no glamour holidays in gated timeshare @ s.e. asia
no chance to get out of my whole
just another bloody punter like you mate
victim of a swindle
no pros only cons
i slide along under the radar
i get by
what do you want?
i can play a song
i can dig a grave
other types of work and services
i go off to war and i shoot enemies
i stay home and ward off friends
i got a nice mansuit
dont i look good?
almost seemless
the latest style somewhere….but not here
our poor old mum used to read me a poem about the shark
now i got my own hooks
now i got my own tackle
now i know which way the wind blows
and why cats scream in the dark
and the black water where there is no light
i deal with vipers
i deal with vermin
i deal with both my eyes wide open
slicing out cards from all 3 decks
youre so pleased to see me ….if i’m on your side
you aint pleased to see me if i’m not
i dont need a costume
i dont need a fancy name
i dont need an excuse or any drawn out story
sir, you purchase my time and make no mistake
and payment may take many forms
and i am versatile
and arrangements may be made
but to forfeit …..ah!………
and who let loose the night
and who dressed it in such fine n splendid mockery
and who taught it to sink down like a melted bubble
the alleyways and empty thinktanks
the thorny gardens with their broken fences
the tunnels into the ground
the swans above the clouds, my friend
they can leave
they can leave here but not you or i
grimy black chains holding us back
railroad fumes and radio spirits
the money talking just round the corner
sure fire things
one last clean up
bang!
a new mansuit
who’d ever know it was me…?
indeed….
but you
you know me
you know me pretty good
and thats a shame
coz now…..
well nothing personal…
its just that…
this body aint big enough for the both of us
and it aint me whos gonna leave
*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

13 Responses to “terror firmer”

  1. avatar
    the dean | 31 October 2008 at 9:34 pm #

    halloween doesn’t really work in australia, it’s the middle of spring, 35 degree C and the spirits are drowned out by the insects. kids unsuccessfully trying to generate some freebies while I question the influence generic media.

  2. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 31 October 2008 at 9:41 pm #

    treat me, tricks are over and done with already…
    mjnjr

  3. avatar
    kat | 31 October 2008 at 10:00 pm #

    sk,

    your mom’s story reminds me of when dad used to read us kipling’s gunga din. halloween was fun growing up, now the world is its own horror movie. i do like the old standard vincent price classics tho.

    my nephew here will be trick or treating to show off his ninja tricks. he doesn’t even like candy.

    fiends, i have a sick dog on my hands and no money to take her anywhere. she can’t hold anything down, she keeps tossing her cookies, anytime she eats. what to do?

    this house is pretty scary. i don’t think anyone will attempt to come to the door. if they do, they will aggravate puffer, and there’s no candy here.

    just great tunes 🙂

  4. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 1 November 2008 at 12:31 am #

    I hate Halloween. In Chicago all the animal shelters will not allow people to adopt cats because every year too many black cats and other felines are tortured and ritually killed by the most malevolent Godless reprobates imaginable.

    A coworker downloaded and made a CD of the exempalry esoteric music club sngs for me. very edifying and gratifying music.

  5. avatar
    Jasperina | 1 November 2008 at 1:41 am #

    Went to Sculpture by the Sea in 37 degree heat. That day we had yesterday makes you begin to hallucinate. It was dreamy seeing all the art.

    The trick or treat thing just doesn’t fit here…we need to acknowledge more of our country’s deep spiritual past…Aboriginal dreaming…mimi spirits…

  6. avatar
    princey | 1 November 2008 at 3:32 am #

    No, its like a real Time Being, it’s a shadow yer seeing, yeah!
    I’m home alone, sick with an ear infection that’s killing me:( the antibiotics arent working, but I found THE cure by playing Painkiller LOUD and LOVE-ING it!, can’t get enough of “not what you say”, so smoooooth and deliciousss!
    love Amanda

  7. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 1 November 2008 at 3:58 am #

    “who am i?
    nobody really
    just someone telling his tale
    just one of six million stories in the naked city
    john smith
    no connections
    no glamour holidays in gated timeshare @ s.e. asia
    no chance to get out of my whole
    just another bloody punter like you mate”

    ~

    Oct 28, 2008 – Blog commenter SheerLuckHolmes wrote:
    I was once asked by a teacher of mine, “If you were brought to trial today and prosecuted for being a person of spirituality; would you be convicted by an overwhelming amount of evidence?” So I ask you, the reader, would you be convicted?

    Oct 30, 2008 – Blog author Neale Donald Walsch replied:
    I am certain that I would be found innocent, by reason of insanity. No one would ever accuse me of being a person of spirituality. Not if they observed my behaviors for even one day. No, I would stand innocent on that charge. But I would be innocent by reason of insanity. It is insane for me to experience and express myself as NOT being a “person of spirituality.”

    I am acting insanely. Every day. And so is most of humanity. Jesus did not act insanely. Neither did Buddha. Neither did Muhammad. Neither did Moses. Neither did Gandhi. Neither did Mother Theresa. Neither did, for that matter, my own mother…and very many other ordinary, “regular” people. Perhaps you are one of them. I most definitely am not.

    ~

    …neither am i!…

  8. avatar
    davem | 1 November 2008 at 1:23 pm #

    Might try and persuade missus m to bob the apple later.
    You never know.

  9. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 1 November 2008 at 2:39 pm #

    …well, i’m now officially 40 at this dead hour of morning……er, am i supposed to feel any different to when i was 39?
    love always…

  10. avatar
    davem | 1 November 2008 at 4:44 pm #

    Happy Birthday HH!
    Being in my forties has been the best time of my life!
    xx

  11. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 1 November 2008 at 6:14 pm #

    wish i could say the same bout being 40…
    Jonny

  12. avatar
    ml68 | 1 November 2008 at 11:04 pm #

    nice to hear ya on the radio yesterday, talking bout wide open road on JJJ…good show that, about oz music, as I was working in my shed (in a very manly way), listening for the first time in years to 3j.

  13. avatar
    Captain Goodwine | 3 November 2008 at 4:01 pm #

    Hey Steve,

    Speaking of The Twilight Singers and Gutter Twins? Well I betcha didn’t know this tidbit..I met mr Dulli himself at his bar in New Orleans last week and when I got home was thinking about the Whigs Gentleman a lot (a wonderful album) anyhow there is a series of books called 33 1/3 and they are pocket books dedicated to entire albums and I picked one up on Gentleman and guess what the whigs covered in the old days when trying out drummers amongst other songs?? Here is the quote:
    The audition consisted of playing The Tempations “Psychedelic Shack”, Led Zepplins “Rock N Roll”, and The Church’s “One Day” (McCollum had a flair for goth) – p.18
    Thought you might like that little tidbit!

    John in Seattle


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