posted on September 8, 2008 at 9:02 pm

i do whatever the fuck i want
(within reason)
i use words
i discard em
i never call again
i climb under insults
i squirm away from compliments
i take on my suffixes like kilbey-esque
i blow my money on cheap thrills that cost a fortune
i trade my cow for three magic beans that never grow higher than one inch
i squander my fondness and wander in melancholy flowers
you remember me, dont you
i sang that song about the distance
you saw me once ..my face printed on a soy milk carton
i was merely a hand trying to touch the hem of jesus’ gown
i was a soldier in viet-nova
i was of bricklaying caste in the eastern subs
i was trying to be all things to all men
but actually i was nuthin to no one
i lost control of my lazy swabs first voyage out
i was too hard
then too weak
i was too hopefully hopeless
then i was plain fuckin bleak
listen here sonny jim
everyone wants some painkiller, eh?
yeah
you need yer fix, i can tell
oh i bet its hurting to have to wait wait wait
first thing that you learn is that you always gotta …..
wait!
ah ya dont believe we’re on the eve o’ destruction?
and the sun aint gonna shine anymore
and youve lost that painkilling feeling
i thought i’d find you banging on my daw
jack of spades in spades
jokerman sings to the croaky olde crow
i see your streaming eyes
i see your manoeuverabilty
i see you trying to find the words to ask
well we’re all hurting …when you gonna realise?
dont try and change me
nothings gonna change my world
you know some pain cant be killed
yeah ask elektra
they cant kill her pain so easy as all that
she said
i feel like my head will burst….
and i
cant think of what to say then
my own in agony
everyone gotta headache
my mother my wife my daughter
my friends holding their temples
tim rubbing on his tiger balm
marty blinded by migraine in some stupid limo
we wonder how matty could endure it at all…
i visit my ex mentor
he doesnt remember me or anybody anymore
he says
youre a very handsome man…you!
(i think he thinks im my dad)
youre a very nice visitor he says over and over
no i’m not…i’m a kilbey
i’m steven!
steven? he says and he laughs
yes steven rings a bell somewhere in there still
in flanders field the poppies grow beneath the crosses row upon row
i recite this bit of poetry to him
yes yes you still remember that, eh? he says
literally a shadow of his former self
i’m glad my dad got out early
i’m glad my dad didnt hang around for this
lifes like a poker game
you gotta know when to quit
ah..but hard to pull out of the game
you cant just walk away from the table, can you
the other players yell out
give us a fuckin’ chance to win our money back
then you realise
youre holding a near royal flush in diamonds
but the filigree diamonds are filched from a ring
and you realise
all these players are BLUFFING
no ones holding anything
two pears
maybe three kings of orient-r
they all silently pay to see you
no wait
some bastard always ups the ante
the ante-diluvian kings maybe
before god tried to drown his own world
when gilgamesh played bass guitar with the garden of eden
and co cain and abel
and lot whose wife was a pillow of sort
did these players know when to quit?
yeah so bass guitar is real groovy
and i got a vegan yah-yah
and priest equals coma
and it was all a conspiracy by the nme
and radio in belgium never back announced us
the guy who signed us up got fired
the day i was released from slavery to fashion
i grew a beard of starfishes and
side burns of fire
yeah you know me now
you want me to kill the pain
the pain of existence
the pain of boar-dom
the pain of this one horse town
the pain of me being steve kilbey
the pain of you not being steve kilbey
all the steve kilbeys in all the universes
that run adjacent to this
and by the weigh
which fucken one is this?
i beg your pardon?
so ok
enough about me
yeah yeah yeah
i got the painkiller for ya
i got it in my apartment not far from here
i got it there
its waiting for ya
ooh yeah its the good stuff alright
ooh yeah maybe i gave ya some bad stuff before…did i?
ooh yeah but this time you gonna thank me
you’ll be looking for me again
i can tell you
i still deliver
look at this
i still deliver
christmas, eve
or midnight seven eleven magnetic heaven
all holy days
and the night of long knaves
i will deliver
i guarantee you will love this product
i hereby state that i will refund your money
no questions asked
if you aint
relieved
of your
existential angst
nero-disorders
twitchin’
bitchin’
masturbatin’
hoopla
shibboleths
hoity toity hooty pooty
crab-lice
door mice
hit seekers
walla wallas
boom booms
and a heavy dose of shimble fucking shanks
all of this and moor
will be cured
within a heartbeast
deductions and conditions may apply
you may be geo-blocked
you may be recorded in the shower for admin perposes
you may be reproduced in a sex tape with photo enhanced penis
your breasts may be fingerprinted for office use
painkiller not available in most places
painkiller not recommended for children or adults
painkiller contains fluro metha oxy dimble quasars
painkiller made without help of jap anese investors
painkiller suitable for domestic violets
painkiller w/aphrodesiac beachside properties
painkiller can have side effects or waist effects
painkiller full of delicious marylebone jelly
painkiller now available in swiss vanilla and bulgin’ chocklette
painkiller hot off the pill press
painkiller should not be mixed with alcohol or methodeine
painkiller may react to the light of this world
painkiller believes in jesus
painkiller would like to thank anton e newcombe
(what…me worry?)
painkiller would like to thank ricardo de los mayo for the biffo
painkiller would like to thank lord von ryper for the 12
painkiller would like to thank wiliam…it was really nothing
painkiller would like to numb polinskis great burden of genius
painkiller is 25 per cent tim north poles
painkiller does not endorse anything
other than the end of all pain
forever baby
and thats a long long time

25 Responses to “trepidated”

  1. avatar
    matt davison | 8 September 2008 at 11:07 pm #

    You were also the guy that put tiger balm on our aching joints..
    ——————————–
    The fans of the Crunch will agree..
    Without those bass lines, lyrics and rickenbaker leads…We would be far less than we are…
    =================================
    SK’ you are complex as a human
    …………………………….
    But as a talent

    You are unsurpassed…

    AMEN

  2. avatar
    cita | 8 September 2008 at 11:12 pm #

    I grew a beard of starfishes and side burns of fire. Wow what an image! You got a way with words like no other.

  3. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 8 September 2008 at 11:21 pm #

    “nothings gonna change my world”

    ~

    “is this where u live?”

  4. avatar
    matt davison | 8 September 2008 at 11:23 pm #

    OH AND kILLER..”REALLY” PAINKILLER ENDORSES ANTON e NEWCOMBE??

    SURE HE IS TALENTED…BUT WOULD YOU EVER TELL NORTH POLES HE WAS A LOOSER AND UN-TALENTED SHIT.During a show??

    THAN AGAIN IT ALL COULD BE PART OF THE BIG BJM SHOW…HAVE US ALL GOING….yeah yeah!!

  5. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 9 September 2008 at 12:59 am #

    I like Sk’s grandiose but never verbose blogs. In terms of sheer musical virtuosity SK is in an echelon between Lennon and George as a lyricist/vocalist and veritably tantamount to MACCA as a bass player. I’m starting to discern guitar similarities shared by Marty Wilson Piper and Charles Burchill.

    I saw Mr. Richard Branson at the US Tennis matches with rapper Common. Nothing wrong with Common but I wish the wealthy Mr. Branson could be audibly exposed to Forget Yourself and Beside Yourself to hear some uncommonly optimal music. That would make his wallet explode.

    “William It Was Really Nothing” was an angst song penned by MOZ to the late, great and unpardonably overlooked Billy Mackenzie. He could sing like an opera dude and he adored his beloved whippet dogs to his end before saying goodbye cruel world.

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 September 2008 at 3:16 am #

    “painkiller made without help of jap anese investors”

    Mybe so but You’ll never sell more than 500 copies without them. ha ha

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 September 2008 at 3:22 am #

    Anton-esque!

    Between Planets
    most western bohemia

    ps
    Matt, tiger balm will ruin a joint.
    Wash your hands first

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 September 2008 at 3:23 am #

    Wow!!!!!!

    Mark
    Tampa, Fl

  9. avatar
    Johnsense | 9 September 2008 at 3:30 am #

    Dr. Kilbey, glad to read your back. This painkiller your prescribing sounds tantalizing, I’m sure it will deliver the good’s. If it does, in the jingle jangle morning I’ll be following you, I’ll be ready to go anywhere… I’ll, lean out of the window, like golden hair; I’ll gaze on Waterloo sunset and I’ll be in paradise, even in the bleak Midwest, cause my sky’s are not cloudy all day.
    All the best…
    John

  10. avatar
    captain mission | 9 September 2008 at 3:41 am #

    i’ll take one please, and a glass of water.

    i have been thinking a lot lately about the ‘life is a game of poker, gotta know when to quit’ resolution, those old american indians used to just walk off into the deserts, mountains, distance and find a quiet place to commune with the great spirit and listen to their heart beat as it runs to a standstill, staring at the skies, letting the past come to the moment, come to a peaceful place after working out the fear they grok the love, close their eyes and go. something beautiful about that. i sometimes feel like i did that once and it’s carried with me into this life, a distant memory, anamnesis – what the soul remembers.

  11. avatar
    kat | 9 September 2008 at 3:49 am #

    well, not trying to stomp on the painkiller buzz but i am listening to space needle. then pure chance. ooh no alcohol on the painkiller, sk? i better tell brother he’s been dosing wrong! he he

  12. avatar
    flyingbird | 9 September 2008 at 4:45 am #

    Love it, lily:
    a vital part of my daily diet … without it i would fade and wither.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 September 2008 at 5:15 am #

    Can you do a cover of the Twilight Singers ” Dead to rights” as well tommorrow?

  14. avatar
    Richard | 9 September 2008 at 6:15 am #

    sorry to be off topic

    and sorry to harp on about this

    but I again encourage all of you to check out the website below

    it was conceived by the guy who made Ten Canoes (a film that did really well here a few years back)

    it’s a very modern work of art about a timeless culture

    I’m so confident that many of you will be impressed that I’ve even taken the time to work out how to insert a link!

    12 canoes

    (you’ll need a broadband connection)

    I will now shut up about this and promise to confine any future comments to matters kilbey-esque

  15. avatar
    don joe | 9 September 2008 at 9:18 am #

    kill the pain-killer

    ML,
    don joe

  16. avatar
    did you see what I did there? | 9 September 2008 at 10:23 am #

    The wait is a pain, Killa…

  17. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 9 September 2008 at 11:05 am #

    jesus, steve, hope something comes along soon to help elli in some way shape or form….my thoughts still with your family…
    your ex mentor….i don’t know, at times i think that all of the medical technology that’s around sometimes extends the quantity of life but at the expense of quality…we shuffle off this mortal coil to make room for our children and grandchildren and great grandchildren…
    love always

  18. avatar
    princey | 9 September 2008 at 11:20 am #

    Only 24 hours to go…..whoo hoo! (no, its boohoo actually) 🙂
    Thanks for eeeeezing the pain with this fab blog sk.
    Love Amanda

  19. avatar
    heather | 9 September 2008 at 11:33 am #

    rockin!

    put a bassline to that! yeah!

    I really admire the way you express fire and brimstone so eloquently when the best that most of the rest of us could do is kick a stone or swear for an hour in a purile snit.

    Here’s a bunch of cyber frangipanis for you ….

    xx

  20. avatar
    ross b | 9 September 2008 at 12:59 pm #

    Love goes on, anyway!

  21. avatar
    empty wallet | 9 September 2008 at 1:36 pm #

    You do whatever the fuck you like…when you can afford it, that is.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 September 2008 at 5:33 pm #

    Man to see such a grat post and read the name of that poseur Anton Newcrumb. That guy is so lame. Beautiful post other than that.

  23. avatar
    davem | 9 September 2008 at 5:39 pm #

    Painkiller…please???!!!!
    Oh to be there tomorrow night.
    I hope it’s a fantastic success. You really deserve it.
    x

  24. avatar
    MEM | 9 September 2008 at 8:07 pm #

    Brian's Dream:

    I dreamed I put on Kilbeys shoes which were striped and one size to big. Mark seemed concerned: though to me they fit just fine, & I doubted steve would even notice…

    I saw him before I saw him….he looked me over to see if I was the one….goatee its no mistake…..he was above looking down…does he posess the power…his gaze said…..

    i know love is eternal

    *love
    mem

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2008 at 2:05 am #

    I’m all for painkillers. Music is the best of them. Headache gone.


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