posted on August 30, 2010 at 10:16 pm

freakshot

tragedy strikes

the fall of rome

falling through the air

onward to earth

a pleasant stupor overtaking us

by the light of luminescent fish

tanked to the gills

the mellifluous flow of the time

one second leads to the next seamlessly

oh fuck my head aches with all this

all this what ? says some insolent bystander

what? i say

youre stupid says someone else

someone i cant see clearly

i pick up a handful of rocks

and chuck them in the general vicinity  of those voices

i hurt behind the shirts n curtains

my dumbness smarts

it really does

inside this poem its all dark and echoey

its all paranoia and intrigue

come let me take you into my interiors

a mirror of the real worlds

it all happens in opposite

unlikely is likely

likely unlikely

crikey mate its not what you think

in my red light room

i slip into the stream

and i accelerate my particles

i finish up beginning

its my night now

i can hear and see new things

you knew things…?  says somebody in earshot

yeah i knew things were wrong

a black path crossed under my ladder

seven bad years of  luck

i go down the esplanade where the lights are dim

i half expect to run into you n him

i cram in a life between the lines

its meanwhile in great britain

i’m not me anymore

i’m some guy i coulda been

instead of left

i’m sitting in this car

i’m speeding down the road in some rainy city

i’m listening to the radio

i’m driving home to the stockbroker belt

i’m got this lovely house

a split level job in sir francis drake of assisi street

gee i got one of those controls makes the garage door go up

i drive into my garage

the door comes down and i walk through a door into the house

instantly a light comes on

i go to the fridge its covered in christmas cards

i pour myself a stiff drink of something

in this life i guess i need a stiff drink after working all day

somebody laughs n says huh!  you havin’ a job ha ha

yeah my job is as a…um i work in an office…

i’m a…..consultant …i guess

i earn 1000 pounds a week

remember this is in the passed

thats a lotta dough

my house is really super

a fabulous stereophonic system

playing the groovy sounds of now

central heating hums on all efficiency

still i’m sick of myself even in this new life

i’m on the run from something

nobodys happy with me

i got bills mounting up

my wife and children they……..

i look out at the swimming pool in the cold rain

not inviting at all

its hardly ever been used

no time for stuff like that

the clock says 6:52

it was a present from a former day saint

reality is all prickly it sits on my shoulders all itchy

suspicion is paramount the phone rings and i jump

its some idiot i owe money to …….fuck

the swimming pool in the rain

the flash motor in the garage

the quiet central heating purrs

but this isnt me ….someone says tho not me

this isnt england some other smart alec says just to ruin things

whats on the television  a documentary film about greenland

too bloody boring shouts that philistine inevitably

i bloody well like stuff about greenland the real kilbey says

i imagine myself self rugged against all that winter

i imagine in sitting in godthaab at a cafe watching winter close in

i put too much time in to imagining this

my boss is mr andrews and he is intimidating

mr andrews first name is andrew

mr suddenly vacant

mr obviously rich

mr kinda cruel

i imagine greenlands and goof off at my job

i consult about uh engineering

you know stress ratios and crack factor four

all that stuff

i took some money to approve something

i said yeah go ahead

its safe i’m sure its safe

but it wasnt safe at all

green land would be safe

turn off the mechanism silence the core

lock down the velocity and settle  back in old albion

i calculate the weight of snow in the night

i imagine greenland thawing in spring

the groovy now sounds of now

all harpsichord and moog synthesizer

the windows of your mind n all that ilk

the central heating dries my eyes a little

oh i shouldnt complain

the building collapsed on the tv

i watched it again n again

i watched it as the rain fell in the swimming pool

stiff drink  ? says steve stiffly

the central heating ssssshhhhhhh

i feel disconnected from anything

no points of reference pin me down

greenland ha are you serious

i watch the building on tv

it goes down

i hear the music

jericho towers

wow

22 Responses to “the engine ‘ere”

  1. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 30 August 2010 at 11:28 pm #

    love the concept of “chucking rocks” at people. that is just to much fun for one person to have, think i will make a go of it today-u inspired me to do so. and when the blood runs red and the sirens wail and the handcuffs go clink-clink, i will let them all in on our secret. for my actions are not of my own, they were inspired,transpired,by a time being from across the oceans of seas. and they will look down onto me from their pulpits and lock me up and throw away the key, orange being the color now for me.

    As Always,
    BrokenToysAndHeros

    (translation-rock stars and gods easily influence their minions to do acts of violence and mayhem in the name of their music, their hidden messages to the flock. as i listened to “Block” backwards-clearly steve kilbey instructed me to “hit someone please” or was that “i’d like a bagel with cream cheese” ??? ) i dont know so i decided to go with the latter because…i was quite hungry.

    • avatar
      Jonny Hollywood | 31 August 2010 at 12:43 pm #

      Hey Darren K,
      please don’t throw any rocks, I was hit with a rock in my right eye when I was in 6th grade by a 4th grader and I didn’t do anything to deserve it, kids will be kids…

      • avatar
        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 31 August 2010 at 11:06 pm #

        Happy B-Day to you and enjoy YOUR day. By the way, i was being (at least attempting to be) ironic with the whole “rock throwing” subject of my blog reply. I do not condone such a vile and despicable act, i am a 43 year old man who sometimes acts as a child, rocks…please do not throw. I have conditioned myself to “tossing packaged chicken parts” at my local grocer, i am now banned from a large grocery chain. i must search to find a variety of new objects to throw around.

        As Always,
        BrokenToysAndHeros
        Darrin K.

        • avatar
          Jonny Hollywood | 1 September 2010 at 10:29 am #

          laughing my ass off Darrin…

  2. avatar
    captain mission | 31 August 2010 at 1:09 am #

    outstanding writing sir, i know there’s an incredible novel in there.

  3. avatar
    Name | 31 August 2010 at 1:28 am #

    The echoes of our day… too fast it all goes. Technology and what it’s done to our minds sort of sucks! Worse than the bomb, I think.

    Brigadoon… is it now in Greenland or outside of Banff in a castle that hasn’t shattered yet due to a stress fracture?

  4. avatar
    evilren | 31 August 2010 at 2:16 am #

    fuck, Kilbey is goin’ off, you can’t make this stuff up, good form,
    good form, bravo , bravo. He has finally caught up with all his “selves”
    in this brave new world.

  5. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 31 August 2010 at 3:33 am #

    Howcome I feel deep deep down that a new church album is in the works, what’s going on SK??? please do tell…

  6. avatar
    Steven Krut | 31 August 2010 at 7:18 am #

    Kind of freaks me out because I work in an office and I own a split-level house with a garage door that goes up by itself. AND … my name is Steve. Hmmm…

  7. avatar
    Richard | 31 August 2010 at 8:04 am #

    good form indeed!
    .
    hey, I notice Jodi Phillis is in the play

    have you ever thought of teaming up with her?

    church + clouds could only = heaven

  8. avatar
    simon | 31 August 2010 at 9:24 am #

    i spent two weeks in greenland in may, where i proposed (marriage) to my girlfriend – it makes iceland look like nyc

  9. avatar
    Donna | 31 August 2010 at 11:17 am #

    I think I’ve figured it out…why i’m drawn into your stories: you continue to hint at things and I continue to read, because the suspense is killing me, and because your language sweeps me up and carries me along. I look for that life, “crammed between the lines”, but can only guess. I’m never sure when the “real Kilbey” is talking, or when it’s just the narrator. But that’s the fun of it!

  10. avatar
    All my sins remembered | 31 August 2010 at 2:30 pm #

    Well…You can slam down yer lappy lid, click yer fingers and put your feet up. A smmmmmmmokin fine piece of work there Mr Kilbey.

  11. avatar
    Elvis | 31 August 2010 at 6:34 pm #

    Owe Killbee oh keelbey…my oh my boyee, how I’d like to havuh cold stiff drink withyu my man. Wellp, drinkem up fur me bruther, cause the Elvis glide numb chucks and black belt are just as bad ass as this here there poem yur just wrote!

    Comeown killbee, ya know good ole Elvez lovesya man! Yur jus as strange and mysterious as i aim, chryin out loud, get that ther stiff drink and pour ole Elvis a sip her here…Bride over troubled water…

  12. avatar
    Cedgie | 31 August 2010 at 6:59 pm #

    Greenland? I believe there must be some Viking spirit in your DNA sk. Those venturing Scandinavians scattered their wild oat seeds in a good portion of the world & especially the UK.. bless em.

  13. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 31 August 2010 at 7:18 pm #

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME MYSELF AND MY ALTER EGO NE IKO!!!

  14. avatar
    isolde | 31 August 2010 at 7:29 pm #

    that stiff drink line is a classic

  15. avatar
    lily was here | 31 August 2010 at 7:39 pm #

    Twice in a week i hear a Talking Heads song playing in a movie and now Im hearing the voice of David Byrne questioning life, water flowing underground, how did I get here? Am I right or am I wrong?
    Everything’s making sense, but nothing is fine….
    love xo

  16. avatar
    hellbound heart | 31 August 2010 at 8:50 pm #

    i will drown in paperwork, that’s what i’ll do……

    love always…..

  17. avatar
    andy | 2 September 2010 at 5:57 pm #

    life ISN’T what you make it?

  18. avatar
    skellngtn | 14 September 2010 at 10:36 am #

    Killa-happy birthday to ya.
    56 is the new…. 41,
    sure yer no spring chicken(who is these days?), yer in better shape then men much younger, and wittier than most of any age, and you’ve writ a boatload of great tunes and continue to do so with each release you put out. Untitled #23 was one of yer best. Painkiller was one of yer best. Kilbey & Kennedy 1 was one of yer best. see a trend?


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