posted on February 2, 2006 at 11:32 pm

no matter which way you look at it
its a strange whirled world
sometimes it holds ya so close to its bosom
sometimes it mocks ya and rears up
blows up in your face
im not thinking of anything particular
just that its one of those warm drizzly days
the sea mist and the light rain merge
a few surfers out in the flat ocean
the has beens and the wanna bees
jog past each other..
oh……
up and down
vishnu waiting so patiently
in every things heart of hearts
universes come and go
thats right baybee
its all so kozmic…
but its in the largest
and
the smallest things alike
all of us moving towards
reunion
its an obstacle course out there
dont try to re arrange the obstacles
dont try and remove em
i think theyre sposed to be there
if you stop to fuck with them
or if you stop because theyre just too much
then you wont get to the end of the course
and graduate up the ranks
maybe next life you could come back
as a basse playin’ poetry spittin’
bloggin’ from the hip olde genius
but youd have have a lotta merit
for something like that
you could be born in india
to a wealthy brahmin family
and grow up in the arms of krishna
you may be back
as the first black female president of
the USA
and after 4 years
the whole fuckin worlde is
lovin’ america again
or maybe,baybe
you get outta this system
you go out there
new obstacles
new powers to overcome
the new obstacles
we gonna sit at gods table you and i
or we gonna be a joyous particle in gods glorious effulgence
cmon ,this aint all for nothin’
i believe in you
you gotta try and see
from the perspective
of eternity
try to love everyone
its impossible
try
its still impossible
how about now
maybe a tiny bit easier
dont blame the transmission
if yer antennas broken
dont blame a river
if it dont run up a hill for ya
what can you do?
well rockn roll of course
go out and watch the intereaction of bee and flower
the love connexion like magnetism
listen to what other people say
speak kindly to your baby
and beat him when he sneezes..
what the hell
who am i to dish out
all this cosmick advice
im just a bloke
in a flannelette shirt
in 2006
in a cafe
in a rainy street
guy next to me talkin french
the fans on the ceiling
silently revolving
the cars outside hiss thru
the liquid streets
i hanker for union
reunion
unified field
united we stand
league of nations
humanity total vegetarian
to eat meat will bring same horror
as canniblism
to slaughter animals as abhorrent
as the slaughter of people
these things will come to pass
or maybe not
im divided
we all are
jesus
hows this for a classic
ye olde ramble?
sorry if i have detained ya
from yer appointed rounds
and still not given ya a punchline
something definitive
an aphorism you could refute or rebuke
in the end words dont matter
it wont matter that i am
the hands down truly ruly
best lyricist extant on this earth
at this point in thyme
my incredible use of allusion
onamatappear
my ambiguous similes and arcane adjectives
will avail me but little
when i shuck off my handsome mortal coyle
when you and i
sit at the big guys table
eating guacamole
with BLUE corn chips
i love you my friendly friends and fiendss
me

23 Responses to “vale o’ tears”

  1. avatar
    OTTOMT | 3 February 2006 at 12:25 am #

    It began as a misty, foggy day in SF as well, but it was cold, very cold. Cup of lemon honey tea to keep me sedated and warm my hands as I took a break from typing. We have similarities, we have differences…we all hit the space bar.

    Cecilia
    xox

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    Anonymous | 3 February 2006 at 12:38 am #

    steve
    it’s strange how
    i read your words
    typed from a cafe
    on the other side of the world
    just minutes ago

    and a million miles away
    in the town of
    boulder colorado
    i’m taking a break from
    helping my daughter with
    her report on
    organic
    egg farms

    and your words
    touch me

    only the mist here
    tonight is the kind
    before it snows
    and your words
    connect so deeply

    it is truly cosmic

    love
    diane

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    Daberhasher | 3 February 2006 at 12:49 am #

    you are the appointed rounds, my maine man…

    lucid ripper today…
    goes well with the contemplative crescent moon hanging low over our skies…

    aloha,
    erik

  4. avatar
    mike | 3 February 2006 at 2:54 am #

    Over the last few days or so I was thinking about some of the same things – thanks for putting it into words!! Syncronicity!!

  5. avatar
    fergal | 3 February 2006 at 2:58 am #

    classic sk!
    u r again saying, i think, that:
    we r endless like the sky
    ?
    ~

  6. avatar
    Laurie | 3 February 2006 at 3:26 am #

    Your punch line blew me away
    When you mention
    all those beautiful things
    of India
    Vishnu
    Krishna
    My love is Indian born
    to an all blessed family
    First kin to Bombai singers
    Sonu and Alka (siblings)
    My, how I love the music

  7. avatar
    glory doll | 3 February 2006 at 3:48 am #

    let’s start a little colony, steve
    your soul truly is beautiful and shines
    then
    now
    next time
    i’ll see your blue chips and guac
    and raise you a couple of beers
    on me
    in minne frost avenue
    heck, i’ll buy a round for the whole band…
    peace

  8. avatar
    verdelay | 3 February 2006 at 3:55 am #

    Eventually, everything we eat will be blue, a shade lighter than the decadant feast of des Esseintes; and, sated, we will all sit back on creamy cushions and watch those bejewelled tortoise-mortals die their deaths upon our swirly rugs, and smugly grin to ourselves on our blue, blue drugs…

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 February 2006 at 4:59 am #

    Steve, I am new to this. I love the song, ‘Another Day’ from Coral Kingdom. Where in the hell did you come up with this?? Just wonderful! I am a new Church convert. I cannot wait to see you and the boys in Southern Cali.

    My boyfriend, Mathieu, has seen you 15 times — in Detroit, Chicago and all along the Southern Cali coast. In Detroit at the Magic Stick, when the power outage happened, your infamous quote was, “…It’s like the flickering neurons in a dead man’s brain…” Do you remember, Steve? That was so great.

    We hope to grab you for dinner at a vegan cafe, our treat! See U soon, I hope.

  10. avatar
    captainmission | 3 February 2006 at 7:06 am #

    been surfing all day, and i feel like i’ve been away for a year, is everything still the same? things seem moved around, jostled by the cosmic pranksters and the merry elves, where’s me keys, mmm, my street is outta whack, who put that tree there, why is the corn chips yellow, who turned my cat into a dog, whats round the corner, up the bend, around the cukoo tree, mmm, oh, at least sk’s bloggy is still normal 🙂

  11. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 3 February 2006 at 8:05 am #

    It seems you are in a better mood today. The blogging I mean. I believe the reunion is only a few months away now, I saw on DM’s website??? I miss me ole friends.
    I can’t wait…
    M.J.N.J.R.

  12. avatar
    adrakkk | 3 February 2006 at 9:44 am #

    …played ‘Earthed’ today in my classroom during art…had this nice settling effect…hoping to expunge the Eminem-Curse from today’s youth! Oh yes, the role-models of today!
    Might get in early and convert them to Freaky C’s or Seance before our resident wrapper gets his name on the roll….get them to paint to Swampdrone or Travel By Thought, now that’s a thought…

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    LOL | 3 February 2006 at 10:08 am #

    hi steve,
    really pleased you’re interessed for “la fete de la musique”…(the gender of music in french is fem…like beauty, love, guitars, songs) It’s a great idea…

    greetings for france
    laurent.vesque@libertysurf.fr

    ps can we have some pics on your blog?

  14. avatar
    12str | 3 February 2006 at 11:54 am #

    hi everyone!!
    i just feel so good….
    everything is great…
    smashing…
    fantastic..
    delirious..
    in love with life…
    sunshine…
    moonlight..
    starbright…
    got this feeling,like a naive lalapopsong..
    downunder or upover..
    the same globe…
    different skies..
    warm humid aussie summer..
    crisp clear cold swedish winter..
    you made me bloggaddictive you old crazywise rockandrollahayatollah..
    anyhow thanks man..
    life is good..
    cheers
    12str

  15. avatar
    daniel26,1 | 3 February 2006 at 12:14 pm #

    let us all be patient
    and wait for the elohim to return
    it’s just a matter of…

  16. avatar
    buzby | 3 February 2006 at 3:00 pm #

    steve… don’t let the bed bugs bite… no, really… don’t let the bed bugs bite…

    http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060203/ap_on_fe_st/bed_bug_pandemic

  17. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 3 February 2006 at 4:05 pm #

    Siempre recuerden su divinidad.

    Un beso bañado en polvo de estrellas para todos los que comentan.

    CGin

  18. avatar
    CSTCoach | 3 February 2006 at 4:16 pm #

    SK, thanks for the perspective. Gray drizzly day in snowdamped Ottawa too. Eyes struggle to stay open. Evening promises of a warm glass of whiskey or cognac and a book.. Or maybe absinthe and Rimbaud…

    Just wanted to take a moment once more to say that Back With Two Beasts is fucking beautiful (sorry Mrs. K!). I’m listening to it every day, and every day a new layer floats up.

    Ionian Blues is such a beautiful song, it captures such sadness, but a beautiful, hopeful sadness. It captures the deep blue Ionian sky, the stony white islands, the translucent sea. It’s timeless. It’s all in there in a song, in the same way that wine captures the rays of the sun congealed into tears.

    Heading South is another current favourite – upbeat, cool lyrics… I really like it.

    And the distortions on I Don’t Know vibrate through the headphones and resonate through my being.

    I love the whole album, actually, more and more with each listen. Beautiful work. Thank you for putting it out there. Everytime I listen to your work it sparks my best writing. Takes me to that place where ideas download from the cosmic consciousness, you could say…

  19. avatar
    KJ's Alien Pickles and Cosmic Workshop | 3 February 2006 at 7:24 pm #

    who am i to dish out
    all this cosmick advice
    im just a bloke
    in a flannelette shirt
    in 2006

    Perfect 🙂 Yesterday someone said to me, “It’s amazing where we find our little bohdisattvas.” That’s one of my joys in life, finding such “cosmic wisdom” in the mundane corners of life.

  20. avatar
    sue c | 3 February 2006 at 9:42 pm #

    adraak – never underestimate the influence of a teacher!

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 February 2006 at 9:54 pm #

    Yep, this old obstacle course leads to cosmic accidents.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 February 2006 at 11:37 pm #

    Hey Hey Hey day!! Light misty rain falls over Sydney. Dutch Pierre has a harbour cruise to go on tonight, as he investigates the possibility of a long awaited and much needed shag (just like me) with a beautiful Schtumple (Babe). I’m not taking the piss, the guy turned me onto The Church in 1980, and the rest is history.

    Dutch once lived in boring NZ (only boring because Thje Church have never returned since Mainstreet in 1984. The day I knocked on your Auckland hotel room door, offering you a gorgeous Kiwi spliff, and at the worst possible moment.. during a heated argument with Karin that was hotter than a Bondi scorcher, you answered the door in nothing but a hotel towel. Embarassing, intruding I felt..”Beam me Up Scotty” I said in shock horror. But you emerged and entered my gifted birthday present from an unappreciated girlfriend – She got me a hotel room opposite SK for my birthday. The bestest birthday present a Church lover could have.

    Michael Chugg roamed the corridors like a bastard school head master. What a tosser he was, probably still is.

    But what I was trying to say was, we in Auckland have your summer this time round. The sun shines daily, the temperature is almost unbearable.

    So, rather than knock the yawn of a nation as you do sometimes, why not heed Kiwi Tim’s advice and come back and play a show for us Church starved Kiwis.

    I’ve flown over to see you’s at The Metro & Selinas countless times, not everyone over here can afford the privelage.

    Please forgive us, the wankers of bikies that ruined that fantastic encore of Is This Where You Live at the Sweetwaters Festival have hopefully died of old age.

    We are so in need of a revisit. What would it take?

    Come back before Bird Flu or that nutter running Iran wipes us all of the f-ing planet.

    Great Blog SK.

    Paul

  23. avatar
    Rubikon | 10 February 2006 at 11:05 am #

    They used to call it Chariot Rage back in Roman times – “Chariotus Rageimus Maximus”. Et Tu Stevius?


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