posted on August 5, 2009 at 4:36 am

we adjourn to some white room
life flashes past lightspeed
(note to performers : should be done fast)
a child in mine own image
electronic symphonia
the elegaic sweep of sand n strings
the drums sombre rattle
the mournful echoes of the french horn
the women sing of fire
the men sing of ash
the world cant listen anymore
winter sunlight bleaches everything dazzling titanium
the old snake in eden would have loved the sun today
he coils around liliths black waist
he probes the air with his forked quickened tongue
he sizzles in the lovely light
in his dreams where he strangles the world
in his scales complex patterns
in his liquid eyes of evil
winter mr winter old man winter
the lion in winter
mangy moses in white hippy winter
father what is that thou holdeth?
ah childe, surely it bee the mirror of winter….
then the music stops
the ears ring on n on
listening to something from twenty years ago
now a constant electrick whine
all i have is that sunshine for now
a late burst on some winters day
falling straight into spring soon
the apple blossom in eden is lovely this time of year
maybe i am one spell away from real magic
maybe i am one asana away from real yoga
maybe i am one mile away
barque up the wrong tree
like alfred the great in the olden days
c’mon wessex !
england all ways on my mind
can we still be reconciled…?
the moors
the restaurants
the rainy streets of cambridge and sheffield
the leylines and stoned henge
how distant they seem in the colonies
in these antipodes like the south icy pole
in these obvious ends of the earth
some bizarre outpost i got exiled in
pretend and temporary cities in some old lords imagination
complete with freakish animals and hidden monsters
we look into the mirror of winter
scarlet kilbey her life all before her
me…..
maybe im one life away from you
maybe im sitting here in the sun
like in the ice of the pool
my mind goes pleasantly blank
the winter of mirror
the fleeting sun
as darkness gathers on one side
the clouds like little flocks of wandering sheepies
the moon appears like a white hole in the sky
what do you see in the winter mirror, old man?
i see that everything is how its s’posed to be
and that at the heart of everything
is something
called
nothing

22 Responses to “the mirror of winter”

  1. avatar
    frostatmidnight | 5 August 2009 at 8:03 am #

    Well, winter and England are both nice!

    love,
    kristine

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    Honkey | 5 August 2009 at 8:43 am #

    my hair is falling out! why me!!! steve i've been reading your blog goin on 2 years. Youre very lucky, im much younger, always had thick dark hair, BAM!!! wtf!!! fo head starts growin raipidly. HELP ME!!! Pray for me!! god damnit.

  3. avatar
    princey | 5 August 2009 at 9:45 am #

    OH what a cutie!!!!

  4. avatar
    treed | 5 August 2009 at 9:51 am #

    Thank you to the man who's been sharing all this..

  5. avatar
    Wil-O | 5 August 2009 at 10:32 am #

    hey Kil-O

    shame our paths didn't cross, but perhaps next time …

    love
    Wil-O

  6. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 5 August 2009 at 11:12 am #

    rest in peace, grace…..i love you darling….my life is a far better thing having had you as a part of it…..

  7. avatar
    Richard | 5 August 2009 at 11:28 am #

    the mirror of florian trout

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    Celticat | 5 August 2009 at 11:39 am #

    Hi Killer

    have followed the tour via yon blog and love the pictures.

    The Church plays The Quarry Amphitheatre in Perth. Very very happy couple here. Tickets booked and looking forward to it.

    Will be there for Cherchmerch, and would love to say hi.

    Love to you and your fambley from mine over here.

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    Anonymous | 5 August 2009 at 2:56 pm #

    Beautiful words about my beloved rainy sheffield. I love it more than me own mum. sheffield tyler

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    Ellen | 5 August 2009 at 2:57 pm #

    Thanks for the "seeing double" photos of your family. Must be a relief to be back home. Hope you get lots of R&R.

    It's boiling HOT here in Los Angeles. The best part about scorching heat is that it burns off all the smog. Yech.

    Someday, somehow I'm going to visit Down Under. And England? What can I say? She's been our staunchest ally.

    Sending some California sunshine your way …

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    Cocoamo | 5 August 2009 at 3:55 pm #

    I am intrigued by the recurring nothingness theme.

    One of the songs that seem to have been written just for me has the line: "There were voices calling from under the sea; as I followed them down I felt them drowning me"…

    Not so many years ago, I did drown in the sea and was all the way dead–but my husband, with CPR and mouth the mouth brought me back…

    My very, very, very strong feeling then was that nothing mattered at all.

    No tunnel, no light, no Elvis, just nothing. Maybe I wasn't dead long enough.

    But, if people can be brought back from the dead and pain can be vanquished, I do believe that tinnitus can be coaxed to leave, or at least relegated to a storage area in the brain where it is no longer noticed.

    But first, perpetuating factors must be eliminated somehow if there is the desire, the committment, the conviction to make that happen. Who writes the rules by which you live your life?

    That may be the one spell away from real magic.

    Our love from Pennsylvania

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    Mary | 5 August 2009 at 6:16 pm #

    You have the cutest kids, and your wife is so pretty, dont let that jerk anon on tues blog bring you down of that, he is a POS, anyways, he is just jealous he cant even get a girl probably, or a guy probably who knows, anyways, i love your blogs, im glad i get to read them everyday, even now in this time of my life with everything crappy going in my life with the ms,i keep getting one news after the other from my doc and i am trying to just keep sane, so, whatever helps i guess.

    love ya
    mary

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    Freddie | 5 August 2009 at 6:27 pm #

    She’s a cute lil’ kiddo but all this talk of winter is rather maddening.
    M’ Lord I’ll tell you what I’d like to do with that wintery mirror.
    I want to shatter it to a million pieces…
    and if that should create a million icy images,
    I’ll crush it into to a fine powder
    and send it on the wind over the sea
    How will you then know what ought to be?
    And then mayhaps,
    I’ll put you aboard a plane
    and fly you up for tea with davem and fantasticandy.

  14. avatar
    veleska1970 | 5 August 2009 at 6:38 pm #

    **sigh**

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    EDD | 5 August 2009 at 7:45 pm #

    I once was but now no more. Edd is changing like nevah before. I am the UBBEREDD. Got to get my mind in line with the way the madmen think. It's better that way;before I sink.

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    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 5 August 2009 at 8:16 pm #

    i hope you don't mind (hehe haha)but i told Elektra how much you mean to me via facebook, you were right tho she doesn't really care for your music…
    Jonny Hollywood

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 August 2009 at 8:29 pm #

    keep up the exquisite artwork!

    luv',
    cracka

  18. avatar
    davem | 5 August 2009 at 9:38 pm #

    You're always on our mind too.
    Loads of us love you, but alas you know the power of the music press over here – bloody Steve Sutherland. I still have his reviews of the first two albums framed on my hall wall. The bastard. Did any of you in blighty catch the BBC4 prog programmes last week? Some cracking stuff – Gabriel-era Genesis (sorry Andy), Yes, King Crimson, Caravan, ELP.

  19. avatar
    Martin | 5 August 2009 at 10:19 pm #

    Beautiful text

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    stealthblue | 5 August 2009 at 11:01 pm #

    Hi Steve,

    Glad to see you back with the Kilbeys. Cool pictures too…like the mirror thing. Plus the fact that you and your wife look really perfect together makes it even better! And that little Scarlet Kilbey is a cutie!

    Totally off subject here, but do you ever listen to Gerry Rafferty? I dunno why, but I've really been digging "City to City" the past few days. I really like the sound of that record. Really pure. Ah, just curious. I found that and a few other great discs in the 50 cent bin at the local Reckless Records!! (Not even a scratch on 'em) I kind of get the impression that the buyers don't always know "what's what" when it comes to music and musicians. Oh well, it's nice to find a treasure or two every now and again.

    Anyway, I hope you're doing well and enjoying some time at home. Peace and Love to all,

    Ben

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    Jasperina | 5 August 2009 at 11:37 pm #

    The mirror into the abyss…where there is nothing at all.. we gotta create the magic for ourselves or we are doomed to world of nothing eternal.

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    lily was here | 6 August 2009 at 5:52 am #

    "the elegaic sweep of sand n strings" … sigh

    Drawn to the mirror,
    a child ponders her future
    the man spies his past
    a woman in the light sees whats in front of her,
    looks more than nothing,
    looks like Love

    xoxo

    ps hello miss scarlet, what a little cupcake


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