nevets
nevets
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
sometimes
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
here
with you
and now
its gone
hasta la vista
baby
vanilla sky walker
posted on August 15, 2006 at 10:53 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.
xo
MandN
hard to keep an empty slab when you’re sk
Let’s shoot for the Top Ten!!!!!
(see previous post)
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….
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.
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.
Brian
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
Steve
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.
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
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
1942
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
She
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.
Vanilla sky walker ….heheh.
May the force be with you
*¿*
“i write these songs about almost nothing
i blab on about myself”
And don’t forget, we fucking eat it up too.
John
…and that moment frozen in the time being.
Cecilia
Wow, sk visited my home state, indiana!! I feel so honored!!
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,
denise
xxoo
the church sinks in straight to my bones…
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…
“everything ive ever done or said or sang
leading up to this moment
here
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
that
washes
earthbound hearts
in search of home…
Home
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!!!!!
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
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.)
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.
Steve,
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…
denise
xxoo
SK,
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.
lily
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.
Kthxbye
Don’t answer that one SK…
Retain your mystery.
B.Bon
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.
Yes you are Steven………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………much love my dear friend
Matt and the NZ boy’s.
“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
and
shine on
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
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. 🙂
Previous comment deleted due to sheer silliness.
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
m
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,
<3,
Liz
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.
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
x
b bon;)
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.
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
thankyou
You are an anchor
beautiful
sounds like you’re feeling the loss of a good friend.
abre los ojos…casi nos encontramos
CPE
SK-
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!)
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…
mjnjr
(oh my!)
stealth blue,you explained the feelings of every true church fan perfectly!!!great blogge as per usual SK!
thats one of my fave blogs so far.
Trail of cities left in dust…
Energies humming along
*I* will be nothing left but ashes
peace
…i long for a never ending stream of yesterdays…
Tell me about it! Save me from tomorrow, dude.
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.
That’s a great story. Waiting for more. » » »