posted on July 22, 2008 at 9:25 pm

there once was a pool of lives
oh everybody knew about it once
and everybody who swam in it
came out changed forever
which life do you want , sonny? coughed the hag
as i stood there awake and dreaming
the dark water swirled and ran away underground
the hag sat patiently waiting for my answer
i want kathy and dad back …i finally blurted out
ashamed to find myself crying
the hag cackled and rubbed her bony hands together
oh ho little master any life will lead you to them…
then it doesnt matter then…i said…does it?
oh yes it matters…she said
oh yes it does matter she said
do i take off my clothes…? i asked
oh yes boy…plunge into your new life naked
she watched me lasciviously as i undressed
and she winked at me rudely
go on boy jump in over there where its deep
the water looked cold and uninviting
quick before i change my mind and demand a kiss…or something..!
i closed my eyes and i jumped
the cold shock of the water made me gasp
it was like icy fire
i started to go down at once
struggling and kicking for i did not know how to swim
i saw the hag above through the surface
reaching through it to me
she was screaming something
i felt her hands clutching at my wrists
but i was too heavy and she was too weak
shes trying to save this life i thought as i drowned
this life
that life
i thought as i gave up
it was nice to give up
as if all my life i’d been struggling to stay awake
and now i could finally sleep
i tried to open my eyes but if i did it was still black
i tried to feel the cold water
but everything felt rather pleasantly soft
which life witch life i mused sinking or rising
i must be dreaming i dreamed
i saw some things behind my eyes
dreamy scenes
at a childs party on a lawn long long ago
i wasnt really there
it was a drawing someone had done…maybe kathy
no…i was there and dad was there too
it wasnt exactly dad though but he talked like dad
no maybe it was a painting someone had done for a calendar
for the merry month of may
i thought about aunty may with her blue black hair
i thought about little canoes with lanterns in a film i saw
i thought about a story with a dead twin
i thought about a picnic with my sweetie in a forest
i thought about the white flesh on her back
and her earthy aroma
i thought about an old man looking in a mirror
at the ruins of his youth
i thought about musical instruments
how i would love to play and sing and dance
i thought about death
i wondered if this was death then
if i was a drowner
if at this very minute
the hag was going through my discarded clothes looking for coins
and our little empty house
and about lost children everywhere
just wishing and wishing they were back at home
and wishing that their father was strong and kind
and wishing their mother was soft and sweet
and wishing they had a sister like…..
i struggled to remember her name
i could still see her behind my minds eyelids
with her sandy brown hair and everything
remembered how she looked sleeping
how she loved to wake up and find it had snowed in the night
i tried to hold on to her face
but other faces were superimposed on it constantly
strange beautiful faces
proud faces
savage faces
sad faces
sometimes i felt like i had woken up in a room
i was all connected up to something
and every part of me hurt
people stood around talking dressed in white
when they saw me open my eyes they seemed surprised
dad? i heard someone say
not having the strength to keep my eyes open
i sink back
or rise up
i flicker in a place where i seem to wake up
ive been sleeping somewhere
oh i ache a bit too
i’m holding a guitar and a cigarette
i’ve nodded out in a studio
i’m s’posed to be playing a song and….
more blackness
steve…..? someone says
i open my eyes
i start plucking away at the guitar
lucky i think my fingers know what to do
i smoke the cigarette which is a joint
i’m in a room with some guys
young guys all with long lustrous hair
one blondish guy sits banging the drums
(the drum i think…kathy didnt want me to play the drum)
2 other dark guys are fiddling about with stuff
another blond guy
with long curly hair and almost feminine features sits there
too much wacky tobaccy , steve… he says in a soft english accent
you’ll g-g-get used to that, p-p-peter stutters the drummer
the other 2 guys keep fiddling around with stuff
peter the blond guy starts talking to me
have you written any words yet?… he asks
yeah i seem to be saying through a distance
i pull out a piece of paper from my pocket
something typed out unevenly upon it
the blond guy smiles
oh i like that already he says
emerald haunt in overdrive……hmmmm

24 Responses to “the pool of lives”

  1. avatar
    Polydora | 22 July 2008 at 10:56 pm #

    You must have fallen asleep under a ‘drumkit moon.’

    (I know, bad one. Couldn’t resist.)

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2008 at 11:40 pm #

    Finally…… heyday

  3. avatar
    tim | 23 July 2008 at 1:37 am #

    watch your speed
    when transmigrating
    steve, wouldn’t want to
    see you as someone
    you didn’t want to be…

  4. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 23 July 2008 at 1:41 am #

    Bravo ! Very engrossing and vivid, and I enjoyed the amazing transition at the end. A-plus grade.

    “Reader Meet Author.”

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 July 2008 at 2:38 am #

    Damn nice finish Steve.

    Tampa, Fl

  6. avatar
    Melquiades | 23 July 2008 at 3:36 am #

    Emerald haunt in overdrive..those lyrics. Maybe too, it was the camel dust filling up your nostrils

  7. avatar
    Polydora | 23 July 2008 at 3:54 am #

    Tim — good one. Gave me a chuckle.

  8. avatar
    kat | 23 July 2008 at 4:57 am #

    intense, sk!

  9. avatar
    princey | 23 July 2008 at 5:49 am #

    Clever cat you are sk. But that was Heyday, I wanna know about Painkiller!!!!!!

    Hey sk, I just read on the KK myspace page that you guys are playing in Syd-a-knee in September, but no Melby dates….why??????
    I’m soooo sad now 🙁
    love amanda

  10. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 23 July 2008 at 8:35 am #

    This Saturday night is almost a year to the night the Killer played at The Transmission Room in Auckland. My God that flew. In that time we’ve experienced :

    The Twillies / The Vine and the Magician (absolutely wonderful) / the passing of a close friend / Finally the release of Painkiller – which Fieendz I had the pleasure of hearing the pre-mix of in my lounge with the Killer himself with some jazz.

    Time Being flies

  11. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 23 July 2008 at 8:39 am #

    and not forgetting.. the release of the DVD of the night in question

  12. avatar
    iseult | 23 July 2008 at 11:02 am #

    child, don’t swim too deep

  13. avatar
    95% of us on here | 23 July 2008 at 1:50 pm #

    Now you can add ‘fucken tease’ to yer Renaissance Man profile, Kilbo, you old tease, you…!

  14. avatar
    CSTCoach | 23 July 2008 at 2:02 pm #

    nicely done. beautiful imagery, and even a heyday teaser worked into the end LOL

  15. avatar
    ScaughtFive | 23 July 2008 at 2:57 pm #

    Nothing like waking up in a recording studio while yer playing and not knowing how or why you got there. Thank you breakup, torn anterior cruciate ligament and OxyContin… oh, and Bushmills.

  16. avatar
    Cee | 23 July 2008 at 3:11 pm #

    You just sliced my head clean off!

  17. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 23 July 2008 at 5:03 pm #

    Tonight I am going to see Boston. I love their composer, lyricist, guitarist and keyboard player,Tom Scholz. He has donated millions to charities for the homeless, children, animals and vegetarian food pantries. He was the Gandhi and Farm Sanctuary man of the year awards.

  18. avatar
    davem | 23 July 2008 at 7:46 pm #

    I love Myrrh. I’ve been listening to it every day for the last couple of weeks as I’m playing in my car the setlist from the last Euro tour.
    Wasn’t Myrrh voted second fave to Aura on the womb?

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 July 2008 at 8:10 pm #

    G’morning steven,:) xo

  20. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 23 July 2008 at 10:26 pm #

    this is not fun knowing i have to wait another year or so, i just did the mathematics on my life, i am the 40 year old virgin fool…
    Jonny Hollywood

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 July 2008 at 11:09 pm #

    is right
    The Heyday Chronicles begin..


  22. avatar
    Richard | 23 July 2008 at 11:37 pm #

    he is remembering

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 July 2008 at 11:28 am #

    click-clack numbered monkeygrips.:-)always trust them.*

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 July 2008 at 11:41 am #

    oh,dear!;( 😉 x

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