posted on January 16, 2010 at 6:51 am

warm silent grey saturday
what does it contain?
as the seconds n minutes slowly reveal ’emselves
this day you will never have again…. probably
you should see the bushes moving in the wind
you should smell the sea breezes gusting at five knots
you should hear the distant happy shouts of children
as the ice cream truck makes its rounds up
billabong ave
then albert street
then baines place
then mansfield st
then the freakin’ blvde of broken dreams
i feel : everything
thats why i tried to blot it all out
what do i feel
i feel the greeness and the yellowness of moss
i notice the white eggs in the mouths of black ants
i see the cars with for sale signs which seem to never sell
i see the beautiful ugly people and momentarily i am them
i am them as they are you and you read me and we are all together
we are all together in this poem now
i have invoked you whom readeth and you are in this now
no excuse for not touching my pasteldusty keyboard
thru my tanned little fingers
only one type type types though
my right index bears the percussive brunt
tap tap type type
the way i retell my tales makes em seem unreal
some of my life was so unreal
unreally bad
unreally good
unreally real too
and really unreal
now thats just plain sophistry
but nonetheless i sit in my room
done my yoga
done my swimming
done my blah blah blah
lucky you i’m now writing my blahg
my blah blah blahg
me me me me me me
a gynormous explosion of narcissistic claptrap
and self congratulatory bilge
plus super nostalgic snapshots of some kids past
some kid you never heard of
some kid out there with freckles n a cruel streak
short brown dead straight hair
he did this
he did that
his dad smoked bloody joe blow cigarettes
and his mum worked as a whatnot for such n such
did any of it ever happen i dont expect so
i wish i could go back to one particular day
like in the early daze of my band
when we shot up thru the ranks
when we were screamed at by our audience and our roadies
yeah heres a snapshoot of me
i’m playing the megadrome and theres 1 million screaming teenagers
and we’re killing it
and everyone understands it too
every screaming groovy rich well adjusted healthy kid there
well they grokk my groovy trip
this really all happened
and we created a golden dome of energy
and our good karma nourished the crowds
and we played the secret chord that pleased the lord
which was really some kinda f maj or 7
with something left in or out
and man we throbbed like a machine in lift off
and wow i guess that woulda surprised that freckle face brat
to be standing there throbbing
as for the briefest moment stars were aligned
and $ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $ $
and i comprehended the nature of fame
and i seeing its inherent emptiness
i donated my hundreds of dollars to
buying myself a cave
where i dwelt meditating on the nature of draftiness
in the lotus pasture
and i read melancholic chinese poems
as i stood on a little bridge
and a blue swallow with a white throat flew overhead
and one day i realized
i realized everything
and the thing about everything
was that there was nothing
nothing to be done or said or even known
i just filled my head with nothing
stuffed it bloody well full of empty-ness
but rocknroll turned into showbiz
and being a hermit made crabby
and nothings better than complete happiness
and showbiz is better than nothing
my life seemed to jump n start in great gushes forwards n back
one minute the idol next minute the idle next minute no idyll
not really ideal
although i usually do deal
arent words crazy
like figures you can add em up anyway you want
you can have a blog n write whatever you like
you dont have to say this is real
this is true
it may be
it may not be
you just make it all up as you go along dontcha
blah blah blah
you put it in your blog
what a weird future i live in
spruiking my mummies book out in deep cyberspace
a cyber space no one could foresee
back when the good old bombs came down on london town
nor when your humble hero came suavely kicking n screaming
nor when i first humbly picked up a bass guitar
and knocked out my first riff
drove my datsun to the flats n
but the levy was dry
does it really exist?
yeah someone will write
i still live here…..
are you sure
are you sure youre awake
go on
pinch yourself
forget yourself
forever BABY!

24 Responses to “theme from someplace”

  1. avatar
    Richard | 16 January 2010 at 8:33 am #

    more like playin' sophistry

  2. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 16 January 2010 at 9:15 am #

    ……maybe cyberspace has always existed…..we've just never had the magic to enter it…..what was it called in ancient times?

    love always…..

    my god man, such evocative writing over the last few days……

  3. avatar
    princey | 16 January 2010 at 11:12 am #

    We're all in this together, forever 'n'ever, how cool eh?
    You're number 1 in my real world:)))

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2010 at 11:23 am #

    Just rec'd an email through from, and this is probably a good place to post info re: forthcoming re-issues:

    Steve Kilbey (of The Church) – LIMITED EDITION BOX SET (April 20th) as well as individual remaster/reissues of:
    Earthed, Unearthed, The Slow Crack, Narcosis, Remindlessness and Dabble

  5. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 16 January 2010 at 12:19 pm #

    One of those blogs where Steve Kilbey the lyricist really comes through.
    Seems to be a lot of I Kept Everything in there – even a little bit of Dome.

    I've often wondered if the "people who lived in a dome" were The Church, and if the lyrics were you predicting what would happen to you guys after your brief brush with stardom?

    If so the line, "All my songs are coming true" was indeed prophetic.

  6. avatar
    matt davison | 16 January 2010 at 12:27 pm #

    As you sit and type the beetles scurry around outside and the clouds shift into a million shapes..
    the thick tree stumps suck in moisture, and the planets just stay where they alway's do.

    But God watches over you and I as we fall into our heads and pass into the worm hole of our existance

    either way…


  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2010 at 1:10 pm #

    the blah, blah, blahg . . . you finally said it . . . i knew your brain would finally play those particular words . . . excellent.

    new music on the horizon?

    Wilfred P

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2010 at 1:24 pm #

    well… it's one of these days, i guess

    but i like them


  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2010 at 3:50 pm #

    what's this about a box set
    of sk material being advertised at second motion records? april 2oth?
    did i miss something? and single re-issues too.?

  10. avatar
    LF | 16 January 2010 at 4:06 pm #

    Narcissus was beautiful and, while available to no one, is strangely available to everyone. That is why he has been around for so long, morphing into new flowers and touching us with a bit of his insanity.

    And yes, Hellbound, I think cyberspace has been around as long as language. Those long ago people weren't stupid; they knew how to get there.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 January 2010 at 8:47 pm #

    Are you gonna be telling us more about the
    double solo thingy soon? Self produced job, is it, with Johnny 'Apple' Mack & the Blisters guest starring?

    Go on, hit us with some shameless self promotion, you know we want it!

  12. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 16 January 2010 at 8:55 pm #

    Unearthed and Dabble are really great CDs. Unearthed commenced the 24 past and present years of Sk's musical brilliance. I'm a minority but I like Unearthed much more than the revered Heyday which is universally loved by Church fans and music critics.

  13. avatar
    cazziem | 16 January 2010 at 9:31 pm #

    Did all happen? Did some of it happen? Did any of it happen? In a world where mainly the news we have to be bombarded with consists of murder, fighting, war, and basically anything except good tidings; I for one am more than happy to switch off (albeit briefly) from the harsh reality of life and escape into the planet of ‘Creative Kilbey’. I think, in general, most people at times will believe what they want to believe, and is it not true that fact is stranger than fiction!!!

  14. avatar
    EDD | 16 January 2010 at 10:53 pm #

    Just saw the Ian Curtis biop Control. What do you think of Joy Division? were youy guys considered goth back in the day? Just wondering. I wasn't there.

  15. avatar
    fantasticandy | 16 January 2010 at 11:16 pm #

    some fine writing last couple of days…….
    box set eh?
    that's me skint again then…

  16. avatar
    WantonMyth | 17 January 2010 at 3:46 am #

    Your words sing, Steve.

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 January 2010 at 5:20 am #

    Very Funny Steve!!!
    You could turn your hand to scriptwriting comedy & make some real cash fuck it.

    Dutch Pierre

  18. avatar
    princey | 17 January 2010 at 6:38 am #

    Hey EDD, I watched "Control" too last night, really enjoyed it although it was sad and depressing most of the time. I shed a tear at the end for poor lost soul IC, and his loyal wife:((
    I went to bed pretty sad&depressed last night cos of that movie AND cos I read last night The Church cancelled their Castlemaine show in Feb, why why why?????!!!! Please come and play anyway sk, airfares are only $28 bucks to Melby, same price as a few bubble teas……. pleeeeeez:)

  19. avatar
    davem | 17 January 2010 at 9:49 am #

    That made me smile. Thanks!

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 January 2010 at 12:03 pm #

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  21. avatar
    Steven Krut | 17 January 2010 at 8:33 pm #

    "a gynormous explosion of narcissistic claptrap"

    LOL. Ironically, it's the honesty about this that somehow makes it more than that. 🙂

  22. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 17 January 2010 at 9:01 pm #

    good morning, sire….
    hope this week treats you kindly….

    love always……

  23. avatar
    lily was here | 18 January 2010 at 7:44 am #

    More like a 'green day' heh

    Loving all these words SK!


    ps taped a Scott Walker doco that was on tv yesterday. Some of his music was genius, self-indulgent, stunning, weird and eerie. He has an amazing voice, lyrical genius, sometimes like an old musical… and a lot of it reminded me of you (the good stuff 🙂

  24. avatar
    Skinned Heart | 20 January 2010 at 12:17 am #

    You give me an encyclopedia on
    one tiny vital observation and I give you a post it note of thanks.

    Look, look at this!
    You're our ant leader
    What does it mean?
    Hey, I'm just the cleaner

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