posted on March 4, 2009 at 7:51 pm

the centre cannot hold
the falcon cannot hear the panther
the rough beasts are slouching about all over the place
among us walk the others
you know who they are
you know who they are
the vanishers
the hard to remember now
the distant thoughts
mr weird, remember him?
i thought i was making all that up
but no
look i’m writing about him again
just on the verge of something big
just riding my mind till it can come up with something
just belting along down the alphabet
mr weird assembles himself in letters and light
out back in his day/night club
open all hours except …
is this where we’re rehearsing today?
some sullen roadie bumps in some gear
some tired geezer stands before a drink machine
insurance jobs blow up in the street
who cares?
my felafel n chips are making me sick
oh this is all so noir…..
i change the channel to some happier thing
little butterflies in an enchanted wood
spring suddenly drains out of the world
autumn arrives looking stern and unapproachable
unlikely considering everything
but who can really consider everything
my guitar gently cries mary and joseph
my bass hums with a life of its own
my drums rat a tat tat
mr weird stops in with a cawfee n a bagel
am i in america now? i ask naively
youre so mixed up says someone
yeah says mr weird
youre so mixed up
hes yer friend says someone new
yeah thats right says mr weird
what are you playing today?
well we’re playing um……something…
yeah yeah great says weird
youre a smart fucking bastard arent you?
i check him out
he seems to change a bit you know
tall and long or towering over me
wow his eyes are something else
he picks up a drumstick n it breaks
aw he says
a phone rings
he walks away
lucky for you he says over his shoulder
i change the channel
dont do that says weird his face full flat on the screen
i try again
the butterflies the wood
weird appeared walking thru the wood
when you gonna learn steven? he says
this whole thing is stacked against you
you cant win
you dont wanna win
theres no winners
i’m just here to set ya straight thats all
weird sighed
try being me he said
i wouldnt mind that i say absentmindedly
ok he says
its morning then
i looked myself in the mirror
i am weird
i am him
i am he
he is me
i say
now i’m gonna try being weird

31 Responses to “unearthly mark”

  1. avatar
    the dean | 4 March 2009 at 8:47 pm #

    the ol reverse psychology eh

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    Hellbound Heart | 4 March 2009 at 8:58 pm #

    hmmmm, weird…..weird is good….
    love always….

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    Freddie | 4 March 2009 at 9:10 pm #


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    verdelay | 4 March 2009 at 9:35 pm #

    Memoirs of the humdrum industrial outer ‘burban wastes where the praccy studios lie side by side with strange anonymous lite industry… the bright skies and asphalt humors…ugh.

    He lives around the corner in a wooden bungalow with a chain link fence, doesn’t he? Yard full of grass. Hills hoist. Stubby little eucalyptus casts no shadow, gives no shade. What does he do in there all day? There’s an old peeling boat under the carport, but he’s miles from the water. Tin roof under the power lines, pylon at the bottom of the garden. Comes out when the crickets swap shifts with the cicadas and goes to the shop before it closes. Lights on in the twilight, door open for the breeze. He goes in to buy some things. He buys you a diamond ring my friend, buys you a diamond ring.

    Yeah, I know him.

    (Ben, Steve, Eek, thanks from Donnie and me)


  5. avatar
    seoigh | 4 March 2009 at 9:49 pm #

    Why must your blog always eat my most brilliant posts?

    Oh well.

    Maybe a good one will come to me later.

  6. avatar
    EDD | 4 March 2009 at 10:13 pm #

    Give it a go. It’s always worked for me.

  7. avatar
    EDD | 4 March 2009 at 10:46 pm #

    Steve I think you oughta get the anons phone number and try to have a rational conversation with them. Get in deep. Ask it why. I bet by the end of the conversation they will be weeping and explaining about their parents divorce and how they were neglected and how they got beat up in school.

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    Richard | 4 March 2009 at 10:58 pm #

    “the falcon cannot hear the panther”

    …you’ve gotta let go of tibor

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    fantasticandy | 4 March 2009 at 11:27 pm #

    this idea of ‘duality’ seems to be high on your agenda a the moment steve……
    an identity crisis looming perhaps?

    i don’t care if the SK who sings and plays bass in the church is a figment of your imagination or even a nightmare.
    he’s my favorite songsmith in my favorite band.
    sorry if that pains ya, but that’s the way it is for me.

  10. avatar
    PAGEY | 5 March 2009 at 12:54 am #

    I just thought i would leave a comment here since i regularly contribute funds to this blog. Do you? You don’t???? Why the fuck do you read here all the time er at least some of the time but never drop a nickel in the box? You are lame…

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    Anonymous | 5 March 2009 at 1:31 am #

    pagey, surely that isn’t intended for all of us anons? i have been reading daily here for the past 6 months or so and have just recently started leaving a comment or two. for quiet awhile it seemed that the regulars had their own kind of thing goin and due to the hateful and idiotic statements made by several anons in the past, I had decided to stay on the sidelines until all the bullshit died off. as far as contributing funds to sk and his blog, i have done so on more than one occassion but not for the privilege of belonging or being able to comment. just to send a little something in gratitude for all that i have received in the past and what i will continue to receive in the future. not pickin’ a bone with ya here but just trying to say that there are some anons here(surely there are more than me) that do give a little, are thankful for what we have got and are not here to start a fire.

    as for the blog sk…….kind of lost me a little on this one. it’s not the first time but as usual when your in a different sphere from me, i’ll find my own meaning in it.

    always grateful,

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2009 at 3:57 am #

    By the way Steve, I want to rub oil on your back while listening to tristesse.

    your new pal,


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    Anonymous | 5 March 2009 at 4:08 am #

    what an ass

    the real bg

  14. avatar
    heyday2day | 5 March 2009 at 4:11 am #

    alright, signed up. apologize for the dickwit anon that signed off using my initials at 2:57


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    floridaflora | 5 March 2009 at 8:55 am #

    mr weird doesnt really care what you say. he just likes the way you say it.

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    floridaflora | 5 March 2009 at 9:00 am #

    i saw those 2007 church LONDON youtube videos recently.

    the church remain the band of bands

  18. avatar
    lily was here | 5 March 2009 at 9:07 am #

    steve kilbey is really meird


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    linjo | 5 March 2009 at 10:36 am #

    Glad to see you are still going strong Steve. I am enjoying the catch up especially the laughs! eg “nothing ages a man more than to use the word ninny” by some anon. It was good enough for Dr Smith. Linda

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    Anonymous | 5 March 2009 at 11:06 am #


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    catchow | 5 March 2009 at 11:22 am #

    Mr weird strikes again!…
    is he a friend or an intruder?
    being yourself, being someone else,
    slip personality seems a constant
    line for you…
    as always,inventing and intersting

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    davem | 5 March 2009 at 12:07 pm #

    he picks up a drumstick n it breaks

    Bloody Ploog.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2009 at 12:09 pm #

    ♥ just thinking about how weirdly delicious you are. ♥

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    Anonymous | 5 March 2009 at 1:18 pm #

    You got me through uni alive. Sounds gay/straight/middleclass but your shit spoke to me, straightened me out (ironically) and got me though. I know at least five other people in my cohort that were similarly moved. We’re talking mid 1990s Steve, past the echos of ‘Crusade and Starfish etc., and kiddies were still referencing you. Do the math. I know you don’t care about fame etc., but for fuck’s sake man – we all get old. Singular percentages of us get to influence humanity in the way you have. None of us – your readers – ever will. Get the fuck over your shit and be happy with what you’ve done, and for the sake of us all – keep doing it. Do more.

    We love you, and rightly so 🙂

  25. avatar
    matthew | 5 March 2009 at 2:42 pm #

    Is that Weird, of Weird & Gilly? If so – jam good, it's all good… enjoy bein' weird.

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    John Garratt | 5 March 2009 at 3:44 pm #

    To quote an earlier Steve Kilbey blog, “we need strange, grandma.”

    I believe he was talking about “Stawberry Fields Forever.”

  27. avatar
    davem | 5 March 2009 at 8:00 pm #

    Fellow fiends….no other comments on coffee hounds?? I’m bathing in it!! As the caffeine hits its fucking stride baybee. Kilbey!!!!

  28. avatar
    davem | 5 March 2009 at 8:01 pm #

    Anon at 12:18…what a glorious post.
    We love you, SK.
    So many of us owe you so much!

  29. avatar
    steve kilbey | 5 March 2009 at 8:23 pm #

    oooh davey m
    caffeine be my newest fix
    bring me a soy cappo
    wheres all mah reviews people?

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    Anonymous | 5 March 2009 at 8:51 pm #

    Hey Steve, speaking of Coffee, just got it today, I really enjoy it- Coffee Song, is now my new fav… I can’t stop playing it!
    You my friend are an unstoppable force! Long live The Church

    Jim Wood

  31. avatar
    John Garratt | 5 March 2009 at 8:54 pm #

    I’ve been listening to the original Kate Bush song to prepare myself.

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