posted on May 1, 2006 at 3:51 am

the mechanistic universe stops short of explanation
lost for worlds
too tired to sleep
wandering down the corridors
at night starting up from its bed
bad dreams i couldnt explain
the stars themselves
the sun and everything dances round this
all held up
invisible hands
some understand nothing
when they are right
its for the wrong reason
white hot sword angel outside eden
keeping their prisoners out
miles and miles of starburn
branded on the hide of the night
the worms will wait
throw off that flesh n blood
weary travellers arrive
three wise guys
goldman,frankenstein and moore
there are no compartments here
everything is on the floor
no one knows anyone
its such a bother
its a short cut thru Inferno
its an all ghoul group
jenny taylor and the space needles
love missile f-1 11
sh sh shoot it up
wartorn sydney now bridgeless
the free world is now charging
you gotta subscribe
you gotta join the club
positions are available for the following positions
novices (with experience)
pets(no pets)
seventh daughters of seventh daughters
inquisitors(should like people)
slaughterers(should like animals)
geniuses(should be cute)
slaves(good super!!!)
serfs in the net
assorted non specifics
send in your application by the silvery moon
use ink made from your tears
worship steel and glass
dig deep in the earth
hoard up the love
board up the window
shut down the sky
roll back the days
enter oblivion
pass thru its outskirts
dodge the flak
anticipate their movements
telecommunicate with me then!
random ninja stab
suzuki cars n guitars
all memories come on
show all memories
maximise picture
post it up
send it out
do it up
hit it up
pick it up
put it down
just like that
quick like that
and like this
like this stuff
want some more
make you think
make you dream
makes you wonder
the next day was preceded by a perfect pink dawn
i got up in time
i saw myself still asleep
i was across the road
asleep in the graveyard
i was in a hotel excelsior
in scandanavia
it was snowing
i thought this was in tasmania that time says les k
no dad you see ive mixed em up …its ok
this is a poem….
in the perfect pink dawn
the ripped out place where the sky was
leaks red star blood
i am awake early
i see myself as i was sleeping
i never dream this
its the pink dawn
all perfect except for the starblood
but at least
i am awake early
not sleeping or dreaming
across the road
where the sad vases of flowers are
where the angels are among the grass and tears
in the dawn
i awoke
it was pink
the birds were falling out of the sky
i mean, that was sad but….
at least i was awake
writing poetry in the dawn
in red letters on the skys empty hole
in tattered roman java script that oozed away
and wrote songs for itself to sing
a song that sang itself
the song was called
“who do i fuck to get my virginity back?
who do i see about my blindness?”
it was number one ooohhh for weeks n weeks
i heard that i wrote it
but i also just wrote that i only heard it
its all complicated isnt it
be much simpler when we get there
i’ll explain to ya
when we arrived

19 Responses to “this aint a blogg…. its a poem”

  1. avatar
    Peter | 1 May 2006 at 5:10 am #

    adrak, you said
    “btw i’ve recently got some mp3s of some tunes that sound suspiciously 70’s sk….some lyrics ‘i put you on my wall’, ‘madame lash, queen of the night’, ‘she’s been a man’, ‘i’m getting away with murder’….interesting listening- i can hear lots of those a-list influences in that there melting pot.”
    Sounds like the songs of the lyrics that have been put up on this bog. Are they church demos or are they Baby Grande from Canberra? How can we get copies. There are photos of Baby Grande with sk on

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    persephone2u | 1 May 2006 at 5:28 am #

    Jeeeeeesus, it could be the days without sleep spent tearing up London through the cool darkness of the nights or the new blood pulsing through my veins, but whatever the reason I’m glad some unspeakable force suggested I read your blog. Because whatever drugs you’ve just taken, I want. Why did I ever think the straight path was the right one? In just one short week I’ve learned the true meaning of life.

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 May 2006 at 5:29 am #

    Hey SK,
    If you dont mind me saying so , I think you excelled on that one.
    Im betting it will be a good precursor to a brilliant gig tonite.
    You better have an afternoon nap first tho as you were up pretty early by the look of it.

    Dutch Pierre

  4. avatar
    curious | 1 May 2006 at 6:31 am #

    which one is faster – the fingers or the brain? maybe they dont communicate at all. Thats a nice thought. random eclectic flow of unconsciousness. thanks for sharing your world sk.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 May 2006 at 11:07 am #

    i meant to say yesterday I love the term “Doodles” reminds me of my own little girl, just over 1 but for sure a doodle.

    Steve you are one funny bugger both in the ha ha sense and the “what the..?” sense.

    Sorry for the anonomnimity, can’t remember the f’ing password (again).

    Matt C

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    Anonymous | 1 May 2006 at 11:09 am #

    I don’t always understand your poetry sk, but love it to death. The more you give the more we’re gonna want you know. 2 in one day, you’re such a tease!!!

  7. avatar
    don joe | 1 May 2006 at 11:39 am #

    Again, beautiful imagery no drugs required, just close ones eyes and imagine the past the present the future all at once. Then, at the terminus of in-between lives, i will be awaiting your arrival..

    thx for this day our daily blog, and as always,


  8. avatar
    Brad | 1 May 2006 at 12:26 pm #

    Must of been some point in the last 18 years since I started listening to The Church that I imagined, “what if I could simple random sample steve’s thoughts (or anyone’s) and/or have a computer capture it overnight, like a net, then I’ll get up and read it every morning with my first coffee?”

    Raves and Rants, slices of life, and elegant two ton feather poems that feel yogic on the soul.

    In ’88 a description of the internet as it is today would have been pure sci-fi. How far gone or ahead are the things you describe? Or are they somewhere now, just past the gate?


  9. avatar
    si-kli | 1 May 2006 at 12:36 pm #

    “It’s been said and I’ve done some research,
    those who fuck nun’s soon join the church!!!”
    Whether they can grant you the big one or not ( might as well try hey?) is another matter
    Thank joe strummer or mick jones for that one….
    Sorry, s’pose thats a bit rude.
    Been listening to that old album ULTC you put out last year, the first copy to eventually reach this town mysteriously making it’s crafty way onto my sound system and weaving it’s sonic charms into mine.
    Quite a wonderful hour of noise it is too. Best songs i’ve heard M and P do. Of yours, well, what should/can i say. It’s ironic how you muse over the point of song direction in song to go. It’s an interesting way to end. The ending for Day 5 beaut. It’s always a bit of fun picking up the title associations. You guys can do slower stuff sooo well. The washy instrumental breaks in pure chance put me ona cliff early balmy afternoon watching something in the ocean. toggle action with those great spreads between the insight (hope that person gets the message) , and those great “whale-speak” guitars, squeaking up until “..when your high” ….plungedrop.. hilarious. Your bass timing with the drumming is really integrated. He’s real busy without really sounding over the top, he’s fucking good. I saw venetians (did lights for the support band- wasn’t intentional) and he was the best thing about them, glad to see youv’e provided him some sustenance & done him proud.
    The guitar lines are distinct & pretty clean sounding which is refreshing. Some real trademark arpeg and those eastenish scales. Mixing your vox with that reverb/phase fx to spitting clean intimate is really effectively timed.
    I could go on, but seeing as anonymous cowards think i’m a loser I’ll bugger off.
    Waste of Space

  10. avatar
    back with two bleats | 1 May 2006 at 2:15 pm #

    sprawling scrawling cross
    iron dust prayerie
    drawling caterwauling round
    twilighted aerie
    spieling freewheeling down
    pain riven river
    wielding yielding in
    cave of dark shiver

  11. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 1 May 2006 at 8:26 pm #

    Love the primal grunting

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 May 2006 at 8:58 pm #

    wow, this is why i read yer blog. looking forward to your america presence this july. please do come!

  13. avatar
    mattdavison | 1 May 2006 at 10:34 pm #

    I vision a time, where moments stand collected.
    In a space void of sentiment and time.

    The futile repeditation of the gallions and cargo’s within.-Never docked ships faltering in to the crippled sea.The nemisis of the one vision … Kings “Raoul” the captor..leading the people to the depths.

    Beyond that space is a quite churning, the current ever stonger.

    And the building where the woman stands, baby in hand, waiting for the miracle to show-as timeticks away the night glares a missile flash,… distant in the air flashing past the window, pulling drapes closer to a parting middle.

    so the tight lines that seals the passing thought.

    The soliders won’t save her.
    The dupleated uranium has already killed her baby.

    It would be nice to live in Iraq…
    wouldn’t it Mr Bush, Blair Howard…
    Thanks SK.

  14. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 1 May 2006 at 11:01 pm #

    “who do I fuck to get my virginity back”
    I don’t know about you SK but for me that has nada to do with sex.
    Beautiful blogge.
    Do ya ever get tired of hearing that? 😉


  15. avatar
    one rigid finger typist | 1 May 2006 at 11:54 pm #

    listened to ultc on headphones last nite. its like a whole different album hey…sweet…so different from anything uve ever done before once u scratch below the surface…

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 May 2006 at 1:57 am #

    hi steve just got my autographed copy of ultc today sounds great. thanks for taking the time to have the band autograph it I will treasure it.

    Steve in Florida

  17. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 2 May 2006 at 2:33 am #

    out of the pink sky

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 May 2006 at 3:12 am #

    comes a spanish radio show…

  19. avatar
    Malika | 2 May 2006 at 9:20 am #

    Oh Steve,

    How moving it is !!!…


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