posted on August 15, 2006 at 10:53 pm

wake up again
oh muse….
i was having a lovely dream
oh a creamy dreamy dream
oh i was the time being
i was a bigtime blogger
hurtling up the charts
i was playing a fender bass
i was fiddling about with pastels
i was swimming in a cold green pool
i was travelling down an endless highway at dawn
i was walking in the empty places
i was blinking in the neon
i had a load of kids
all girls
2 sets of twins
i go all these places
people come up to me
i sign cds
i put this plastic card in here n money comes out
i check in n out of rehabs n hotels
i get addicted to everything i touch
i long for a never ending stream of yesterdays
i play popol vuh on an ipod
i steam the creases out of my pants
i buy sox
i run out of things
i stand outside and talk to the bellman
i hang around where its desolate n read the tattered newspapers
i walk down railroad tracks n watch the buckle in the rail
i get born
i rush towards death
i meet my little sister
i undo what i have done
i am unmade when i make it
i lie in darknesses n writhe in insomnia
i gravitate to dust n ash
i give in n i give up
i write these songs about almost nothing
i blab on about myself
narcissus someone calls out
childhood exit stage left
auroras missing tooth
ellis cyst
minnas broken arms
evies stitches
my ears ring on
my eyes fade off
my imagination has gone haywire
everything ive ever done or said or sang
leading up to this moment
with you
and now
its gone
hasta la vista

49 Responses to “vanilla sky walker”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 August 2006 at 11:54 pm #

    Orpheus was the greatest musician and poet of Greek myth, whose songs could charm wild beasts and coax even rocks and trees into movement.

    wake now dear Orpehus.
    there are people waiting.


  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 August 2006 at 11:56 pm #

    hard to keep an empty slab when you’re sk

  3. avatar
    robert madore | 16 August 2006 at 12:07 am #

    Let’s shoot for the Top Ten!!!!!

    (see previous post)

  4. avatar
    veleska1970 | 16 August 2006 at 12:11 am #

    yeah~~our entire lives DO seem like a dream, huh? like it isn’t real. makes you wonder if the “dreams” aren’t the true reality, and our “waking” experience is what our subconscious is tossing out there….

    nice one today.

    lotza love….

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 12:22 am #

    If you had taken a desk job you could have avoided much of the uncertainty in life. And most of the sweetness. Great show in St. Pete by the way.

  6. avatar
    Altres | 16 August 2006 at 12:22 am #

    Life. I wouldn’t kill myself for a billion pounds…and I’m talking old money, when a billion was considered a lot of money.

    Creamy dreams are a whole different kettle of fishy stuff.


  7. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 16 August 2006 at 12:26 am #

    This was nice n rhythmy (thats def not a word), yer life oh how glamorous, haha. You make it sound ho-hum. But so you actually steam the creases out of yer pants? Is that something a hippie does? : P

  8. avatar
    steve in florida | 16 August 2006 at 12:35 am #


    Sorry to hear about your daughter, with kids its always something. It was fun to bond with mine at your show last week. Although my 12 year old said I yelled too much, may have oops….. Life does seem like a dream some good some bad. Good post today. Its clear you have a lot to say.

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 12:40 am #

    Ok eskay, gotta confession…….

    I am coming out of the closet….

    I am shaking, sweating, tonguegonedry

    I am a (gasp) straight (sob)

    Can I still write to yah?

    Will you respect me in the morning?

    Love Celticat
    Fan for over 26 years

  10. avatar
    Melquiades | 16 August 2006 at 12:43 am #

    Lying in the wake
    A caravan’s exodus

    Medicine man show
    the shaman child
    He was only brought to birth
    to serve the wilderness kind

    There she stands
    Her scarlet blood red lips
    the mirror seems to crack a gaze

    Ready to be a working woman
    Ready to be a rosie
    ready to show some what she’s made of

    In a long forgotten understory
    soon to be revealed
    is the matriarch
    strong and soft with a weakness to fold
    only to be let loose of what shes been told
    what she communicates
    what she knows like the reeds in the tidal drifts
    knowing, waiting for the tide
    the rushes rush

    Now she is that matriarch the one we fear
    she is suckled by both
    life abounds
    life astounds
    until you are truly left lying by the fronds – a little god you may spy.
    there is life in them there hills

    Worlds couldn’t be more further apart
    Worlds couldn’t be in more contrast
    Worlds couldn’t be more at your elbows.

  11. avatar
    leelinau | 16 August 2006 at 12:45 am #

    Vanilla sky walker ….heheh.

    May the force be with you


  12. avatar
    John Garratt | 16 August 2006 at 12:57 am #

    “i write these songs about almost nothing
    i blab on about myself”

    And don’t forget, we fucking eat it up too.


  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 1:10 am #

    …and that moment frozen in the time being.

  14. avatar
    mike a | 16 August 2006 at 1:28 am #

    Wow, sk visited my home state, indiana!! I feel so honored!!

  15. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 16 August 2006 at 1:40 am #

    Steve I think this is one of the most honest, beautiful, raw, aching, lovely, sweet, sad, aromatic (hee) blogs you’ve ever written. It went straight to the center of my heart and soul.
    The only thing I will miss when I’m in Chicago seeing you, is READING you…that is how addictive this bloggy is.
    much love,

  16. avatar
    john in austin, texas | 16 August 2006 at 2:40 am #

    the church sinks in straight to my bones…

  17. avatar
    stealthblue | 16 August 2006 at 2:46 am #

    Brother Steve,
    I (and I assume most everyone here)are, have been, and will be with you ’til the “end” and beyond. We are connected through some indescribable force of love and energy, music and just…life. Your family is lucky to have ya, and the freakin’ world has been touched by this fella “SK” and his band of brothers. There is no reason to fade away yet, we are living, we are growing and most of us are learning. Just think, soon you’ll be back home in the arms of your lovely wife and children, painting, beaching, smoking, sipping anything “herbal”, loving life.
    Then, (hopefully) the boys and you will wanna produce another fine recording and cruise the globe again, working, but doing something truly worthwhile. No one does it like Kilbey and Co. The Church are inimitable, though so many try. There are other very good acts and players, but nowhere else in this universe is there another Church. Hang in there, bro, “you’re almost with them”, almost home. Your dream is a beautiful thing. Safe travels, and remember to throw out your mouthwash at the terminal 🙂 Check you soon…can’t wait actually. Peace and Love…

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 3:39 am #

    “everything ive ever done or said or sang
    leading up to this moment
    with you
    and now
    its gone”

    my friend, there is nowhere to go
    it is all here
    all of it
    the outer world changes and dies
    but Spirit will always soar
    its expression may change as its shell grows old and drops away
    this is nature
    be still and connect with Spirit
    loss, too, fosters connection
    be open to feel
    the transient, the loss of power, the suffering, the death
    let it draw tears for the hungry the poor, the sorrowful, the oppressed….everywhere
    let your tears
    become one with
    the river
    earthbound hearts
    in search of home…

  19. avatar
    Renee | 16 August 2006 at 3:40 am #

    D.H. Lawrence – Dreams

    All people dream, but not equally.
    Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
    Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

    But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
    For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
    And make them come true.

    funny, I have this recurring nightmare
    where I’m thirty something
    with no career,
    living in a condo,
    with a 13 year old car
    little savings
    no retirement
    no health insurance
    no children
    a husband that works the graveyard shift
    no social life
    never traveling
    same thing everyday

    Please…. somebody wake me up!!!!!

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 3:49 am #

    I hope you’re not talking about “the end” like someone here suggested sk! Life does seem dreamlike most of the time, but that aint such a bad thing is it? I’m hoping some of my dreams come true at some point in this lifetime…and that’s a sure thing!

    Love always,
    Amanda P

  21. avatar
    heatherspace(d) | 16 August 2006 at 4:10 am #

    I will pay you $14.99+tax if you name an album Creamy Dreamy Dream. (Even though I don’t like the word “creamy.”) Perhaps the follow-up to your critically-acclaimed masterpiece hoochiecoochie…?

    Steve, you’re a lovely man. But I daresay your family is lovelier.

    (And stop getting fresh with Rob, re: Detroit. My brain can’t handle these things. It’s like the Apocalypse and Christmas ‘sploding all around me.)

  22. avatar
    Letango | 16 August 2006 at 4:38 am #

    Sorry to hear of the tooth. From what I can glean of your blogs, all of your goils sound like resillient young ladies. Not that resillience lessens anyone’s immediate suffering (theirs or yours when you’re so far with arms outstretched wishing it could be you are at least you could be there) when they are going through their trials and tribulations of scuffs and bumps and thumps and thuds. But sometimes there is just the tiniest bit of relief in the knowledge that they possess a force of spirit that will carry them through whatever comes their way. Obviously you picked your partners well, SK.

    On another note. Did you say you had Subway again in D’troit? Huh? Did anyone turn you onto the great OM CAFE on Woodward in Ferndale? Only one of the best Veggie/Macrobiotic restaurants in the Midwest and quite close to where you were playing. If I was in MI, I would have brought you all some. Especially some seaweed burgers (steamy brown rice covered in a sheet of nori) with daikon and ume for Peter — is he still macro?

    Well hugs and blessings to you all and your extended loved ones during the rest of your tour. Hope you continue to have fun and all make it home safe and sound.

  23. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 16 August 2006 at 4:49 am #

    This probably should go in the blog where everyone was confirming your ‘hottie’ status…but just to lighten the mood a little…I’m staying overnight at me mum’s as her house is closer to LAX for my flight tomorrrow…anyway, a lovely angel sent me some piccies of you after one of the shows recently…they are fantasic…so I showed my 67 year old mum and the first thing she said, with a low growl, was , “Mmmmm he is really GOOD LOOKING!” I said, naturally, “Isn’t he? So there you have it for what it’s worth in this weird dream of life – you are hot to women of all ages. Now back to deeper issues of dreams and illusions…

  24. avatar
    lily | 16 August 2006 at 4:57 am #


    As the great Edgar Allan Poe said “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream”. I’m just grateful that you allow us into your dreams and permeate ours as well.


  25. avatar
    syrinx | 16 August 2006 at 5:56 am #

    There is something terribly important I’ve been meaning to ask. It has bothered me *so* much. Plagued me, even. Been waiting a very long time now – seems like an eternity, but I just didn’t have the nerve:

    Boxers or briefs?

    P.S. It means a lot to me.


  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 6:19 am #

    Don’t answer that one SK…

    Retain your mystery.


  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 6:24 am #

    It’s true what they say…when you have kids it’s like having your heart walk around outside your body. There is a good dental prosthesist in Rose Bay, round the corner from Nth Bondi.

  28. avatar
    mattdavison | 16 August 2006 at 7:03 am #

    Yes you are Steven………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………much love my dear friend
    Matt and the NZ boy’s.

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 8:01 am #

    “and i read this graffitti
    in the dressing room last nite
    and make of it what you will”

    there are few things in life
    over which any of us
    have power
    this kind of hatred seeks power through reaction
    feed the beast
    silent love
    let them make of that
    what they will
    shine on

  30. avatar
    isolde | 16 August 2006 at 8:34 am #

    syrinx not boxers going by the bonds undies tip off in the legendary mangy panther post, although its only my impression that bonds don’t do boxers … you could google them ??? B.Bon is into things boxy though, he is also a mystery wrapped or should i say cartoned in an enigma
    thanks for the post today sk a somewhat detached comment about you rather than to you but thats how it is for this momento memento

  31. avatar
    syrinx | 16 August 2006 at 9:04 am #

    Yes. Thank you isolde!! Of all the things I’ve ever thought to question Prime Oracle K about, had I the opportunity – that’s the one that’s REALLY haunted me for decades. Now I can truly rest. +__+

    So Aussie men – fruit from the loom….

    I wanted to give you +150 points a few days ago for “the thinking woman’s crumpet.” Loved that so much. Haven’t heard that word in years.

    You rock, as they say. 🙂

  32. avatar
    syrinx | 16 August 2006 at 9:15 am #

    Previous comment deleted due to sheer silliness.

  33. avatar
    manfred | 16 August 2006 at 12:58 pm #

    oh nevets
    what happened to your creamy dreamy dream
    about hurtling up the charts
    i won’t mention any numbers here
    just leave a comment
    and hope it helps
    good luck with the rest of the tour

  34. avatar
    lizardlizard81 | 16 August 2006 at 1:06 pm #

    I don’t know why, but the first thing that came to my mind is:

    ‘We are burning the candle at both ends.. we are searching for something that’s already found us’

    No Internet at home right now so now I must run to work to check on bloggy. Bloggy does not disappoint. *hooray*

    Hope the family is doing well,

  35. avatar
    biggle boggle | 16 August 2006 at 1:22 pm #

    A short but wise blog, SK. Keep pushing the Popol Vuh…more people need to listen to them. It’s the most, er, spiritual, I guess, music I’ve ever heard.

  36. avatar
    sue cee | 16 August 2006 at 1:48 pm #

    Touch ME then sk, I dont think I’ve been an addiction 🙂

    sorry, couldnt resist

    all the best with aurora – not long till you’re home again

    b bon;)

  37. avatar
    Melquiades | 16 August 2006 at 1:54 pm #

    just a note. I bought the Refo:mation at the Sellersville show. I’ve been looking to get this for some time (heard snippets hear and there). I love this CD. It’s been in my player since the show.

  38. avatar
    Samosanx | 16 August 2006 at 1:54 pm #

    Steven, I still weep.

    I get home from work and sit in my red lounge room surrounded by a spectacular red sunset through the tropical leaves, and cry more and still can’t understand why my buddy isn’t here
    I log on before bedtime and Vanilla Sky Walker gounds me and makes a mud solid contact with some solid connection to a reality that seems to have slipped out of my hands and is far far away as if it’s a distant star that i can see but not get to…hurtling away….silently…..and nothing means anything except SK Airways

    You are an anchor

  39. avatar
    Melquiades | 16 August 2006 at 1:56 pm #

    sounds like you’re feeling the loss of a good friend.

  40. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 2:52 pm #

    abre los ojos…casi nos encontramos


  41. avatar
    secretBeatinMichigan | 16 August 2006 at 3:56 pm #


    Sorry to hear about your daughter. But she sounds like a tough trooper – she’ll probably get through this even better than her ol’ daddy will! Probably is gettin’ to ya that your not there when stuff like this happens and that ya wanna be – it is probably buggin’ ya that, because of your situation, you can only hear her over the phone and not be there looking at her and holding her hand. But it is your situation, ol’ Nevets. She knows this – and she knows which you’d prefer.

    It’s wearin’ on ya again. But keep goin’. Keep absorbin’. Don’t let complacency and the Absurdity of it all bring ya down. And don’ give up on that Hope that ya can’t thoroughly explain or comprehend ’cause it ain’t givin’ up on you.

    In closing, and I write this despite fear that I will be interpretted as a goofy, but I’m still buzzin’ from the Deetroit show – it was so good that the Tigers have taken the first two games from the Red Sox (ah yes, the world is back to right). Thanks again for the visit to Mitch-again and putting it all on the line- but don’t give that much to the cats in Chicago regardless how much they whoop and holler (lousy White Sox bums!)

  42. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 16 August 2006 at 4:18 pm #

    glad you are having “nice dreams”, me had a bad pipe dream last night,
    me woke up to that bad taste in me mouth, me need you here with me, me need you here like never before…

  43. avatar
    secretBeatinMichigan | 16 August 2006 at 4:25 pm #

    (oh my!)

  44. avatar
    Gareth,Notts | 16 August 2006 at 4:40 pm #

    stealth blue,you explained the feelings of every true church fan perfectly!!!great blogge as per usual SK!

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 August 2006 at 4:42 pm #

    thats one of my fave blogs so far.

  46. avatar
    leelinau | 16 August 2006 at 5:04 pm #

    Trail of cities left in dust…

    Energies humming along

    *I* will be nothing left but ashes


  47. avatar
    Adele Yvonne | 16 August 2006 at 5:50 pm #

    …i long for a never ending stream of yesterdays…

    Tell me about it! Save me from tomorrow, dude.

  48. avatar
    Demeter | 17 August 2006 at 2:56 pm #

    Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you,
    almost deadly birds of the soul, knowing about you.

    Even in English, Rilke can say it.

  49. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 February 2007 at 6:39 am #

    That’s a great story. Waiting for more. » » »

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