posted on June 30, 2007 at 6:20 am

a galleon came into the bay
on a winters day
some men rowed ashore
over the wild surface of the sea
and the spray drenched their beards
and the breakers drowned their talk
adventurers you see
soldiers of fortune
desperate men
their leader was no young man
he steered the boat into the harbour
where the voodoo natives watched from the trees
he called for them to row harder
against the smashing rollers that came down on them
he cursed the sea god and the foul weather
they jumped out into the foam
and pulled the boat ashore
onto the dark cold sand
onto that faraway strand in a south sea
where parrots screamed in jungles
where big cats roamed the evenings in black
and monkeys chattered madnesses in the temples
the temples
where they would find…
something the leader wanted so badly
some powerful talisman
some enormous treasure
some magical drug
who could say
no one knew
they took it on faith
killer had kept his word so far
killer they called him and killer he was
he was at 52 a ruthless cut-throat
able to survive freezing cold waters
to march for days and days
surviving on a spartan diet of dates molasses and goji juice
master of chi power
smooth of tongue
and well versed in flattery and intrigue
the marital arts
and disappearing
he had rounded up these 12 men
to accompany him
on this greatest adventure
this desperate plunge into danger
this voyage to these remote islands
to find whatever it was he was after
el dorado
the fountain of youth
the astral journey
the complete dominion of the senses
now they stood on these desolate shores
his men
his comrades in arms
yes killer?
bolan was his bo’sun
assess this situation mr bolan sir!
well killer its like this….
we have enough food n drink for 3 days
bolans soft slight lisp was hard to catch against the surfs roar
we have enough to smoke for maybe 2 days max…if we take it easy
we should hit the fucking forests quicksmart n get out doublequick
back to blighty posto hasto…
what are we waiting for then? the killer exhorted the men
a smoothfaced young man with a melodious voice stepped forward
arent you gonna tell us what we’re looking for killer ? he asked
you’ll find out soon enough mr mclennan said the killer frowning
the rest of the crew stood grumbling
have i ever led you men astray before ? their leader demanded
plenty of times actually… said a youth with a french accent
cmon arthur groaned the killer
gimme a break….
i agree with rimbaud.. said an olde guy rapped up in a cloak
merlin? youre sposed to be on my side…..
so theres sides now said an italian guy called alighiery
et tu dante? said the killer glaring at the diminutive writer
he looked up
and whatta bout the rest of you….? he demanded
im with you killer
count me in
(who nodded his head and puffed on his pipe)
sure sure
if you think it would help…
ian curtis?
a sullen young man sniffed his assent
why the hell not?
mervyn peake?
absolutely !
ok then
this is what we’re gonna do….

t b c


48 Responses to “voyage to remote islands”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 7:41 am #

    What a crew! This is gonna be a good one! tbc soon ok!

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    craig1.618 | 30 June 2007 at 7:42 am #

    guardian of the temple
    the jaguar smelled the bearded beings approaching from across the jungle………

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    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 7:43 am #

    can you hear singing?…love,genx xxxxx

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    Ricky Maymi | 30 June 2007 at 7:43 am #




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    malcolm arkey | 30 June 2007 at 8:20 am #

    For a picture of Killer the widowmaker, the deathdealer, the ruthless cut-throat…
    click here

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    eek | 30 June 2007 at 8:20 am #

    What a delightful read! I especially got a chuckle out of this bit: have i ever led you men astray before ? their leader demanded
    plenty of times actually…


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    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 8:33 am #

    woopss…i think ive forgotten how to speak,and/or breath…matter of fact ive gone all light headed.oh,dear!…dear dear dear dear dear dear dear dear….?{?} cant wait for the next chapter…venus,thanks you …very machu pichu

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    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 9:25 am #

    surreal…wonderful when you can go tripping and not even leave the room…thought of two movies while i was reading this…the mission…pirates of the carribbean (fuck i’ve spelled this wrong, haven’t i)…i am having a glass of rather yummy western australian red while i am tapping this out and it’s my second glass… this must turn me into a rather cheap drunk ‘cos it’s gone straight to me ‘ead he he he…ever notice how a couple of glasses of nice beverage puts you in a rather…uh…AMOROUS mood…gotta go find my other half…
    -The Hellbound Heart

  9. avatar
    SweatyWheels | 30 June 2007 at 9:58 am #

    Oh yeah. I’m there baby.

  10. avatar
    persephone2u | 30 June 2007 at 10:10 am #

    With a crew like that, you should find some very, very interesting things on your little voyage.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 10:12 am #

    thunder comes,and darkness falls.and shadows dance across my walls,its no dream

  12. avatar
    persephone2u | 30 June 2007 at 10:13 am #

    Oh, but shouldn’t Comte de Lautreamont come along too to tell stories ’round the fire?

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    Brian | 30 June 2007 at 11:57 am #

    Now this made me crack a smile 🙂 Killabee on a Boys Own Adventure raiding the temple of boom! I’m up early today because my brother and his wife just gave birth to their first child – Ruby Smith is home and safe!

    BTW Steve, are you going to change the PayPal button to a real weekly subscription instead of the one-time donation action it does now?

    See you hup the jungle.

  14. avatar
    Daberhasher | 30 June 2007 at 12:07 pm #

    Cap’n Crunchy Kilbey’s big bowl
    of serial blog adventures!!!
    Ponce de Leon, constantly on…


  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 12:08 pm #

    eat ya heart out johhnny depp cum keefarama…
    big big grin here in the cool tropical north…what ho the braves….

    love ya capitano!


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    isolde | 30 June 2007 at 12:41 pm #


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    boggy | 30 June 2007 at 1:06 pm #

    Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
    A tale of a fateful trip
    That started from this tropic port
    Aboard this tiny ship.

    The mate was a mighty sailing man,
    The skipper brave and sure.
    Five passengers set sail that day
    For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.

    The weather started getting rough,
    The tiny ship was tossed,
    If not for the courage of the fearless crew
    The Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost.

    The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
    With Killigan
    Fandorin too,
    Andy L. and his wife,
    The BJM
    Eeky and Matt Davidson,
    Here on Killigans Isle!

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    Tim | 30 June 2007 at 1:25 pm #

    remindes me of the old jefferson airplane song
    ‘wooden ships’

    where do i sign up?

    ill swab the deck…anything to be apart of that crew..

  19. avatar
    mel | 30 June 2007 at 1:49 pm #

    OMG, Boggy! That’s F’in hilarious! Damn you though for putting htat song in my head. That’ll take a day or two to get rid of it.


    Hope Kilbey’s laughing, Fandorin too, Andy L. and his…….you see what you did?!

  20. avatar
    Melquiades | 30 June 2007 at 2:02 pm #

    [lip in a slight snarl. hips cocked, arms and hands riding a surf board]
    “Well, hey there Captain, uh think there might be treasures of peanut butter and bananna sandwiches where we’re heading?”

  21. avatar
    Melquiades | 30 June 2007 at 2:15 pm #

    Kilbo’s post made @ 4:20. coincidence?

  22. avatar
    davem | 30 June 2007 at 4:20 pm #

    Of course no tale of the high seas is now complete without Keif!!!

  23. avatar
    matthew | 30 June 2007 at 4:24 pm #

    freakin brilliant man! “the marital arts”… how do they go again? Can’t wait for part 2 now.

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    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 4:58 pm #

    this is better than summer movies. count me in. i’ll carry tolkien’s staff.


  25. avatar
    kat | 30 June 2007 at 5:28 pm #

    love the whole vibe here, sk!

    happy weekend, all

    voodoo native kat

  26. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 30 June 2007 at 6:17 pm #

    Today’s creative blog inexplicably made me want to listen to Split Enz. “Six Months In A Leaky Boat”, “Dirty Creature”, “Poor Boy” and “Shark Attack”. Those were great Tim Finn songs. I actually perfer Tim to the much more popular Neil Finn. Both are good vocalists and musicians. The Finn Brothers and The Church would be a great concert to attend.

  27. avatar
    Bionaut | 30 June 2007 at 6:26 pm #

    On your ship I stow away
    sneaked aboard in Uruguay
    hidden in barrel of graphite
    watch killer sleep at nite
    immune to silver tongue
    carry an ornate gun
    to sandy shore and forest stealth
    I plan to share in killer’s wealth!

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 10:24 pm #

    Bionaut/nobody shares Killers treasure! He is the only one with the key,and tis,after all….a Blue Moon…………….

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 11:16 pm #

    tims a vego, right brien?

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 June 2007 at 11:41 pm #

    To KittyKat,

    Thanks for your post yesterday. Lucky you to have worked with G.W. He was really something, huh?


  31. avatar
    isolde | 30 June 2007 at 11:53 pm #

    if anyone has that tim finn video for no thunder no fire no rain can you please youtube it as it was filmed in my kitchen and i have an inexplicable desire to see my white goods from the 80’s again

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    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 12:20 am #

    eighteen hundreds,seventeenth,or sixteenth century?….reverse those horses!That trail is very mysterious!…….poppy ox

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    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 1:24 am #

    Melquiades…i love banana n peanut butter sandwiches too!ya should try vegemite n tomato….that rocks as well….love,genx xxxxxxx

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    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 1:36 am #


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    fantasticandy | 1 July 2007 at 1:40 am #

    oh, boggy,
    you crack me up!
    chrissy will be delighted.
    stranglely enough, if you go to:
    you will find a character called
    ‘captain andy’ on guitar and keys!
    as for yesterdays debate on the validity of sax as a rockin’ instrument….try some van der graaf generator……david jaxon could rock the socks of anyone!
    not had a chance to comment last couple of days, been working on new songs, installing new keyboards and stuff in the studio and putting new tracks on the web site.
    funny thing is steve,
    the more i do on my own stuff, the more i think about how your new stuff’s progressing.
    hope all is well my friend!
    i think i had a touch of ‘winter blues’ myself a while back, so it’s very nice to see you put your storytellers hat back on for a day or two.
    love to you and the fambly
    and of course all you feinds out there!
    take care all,
    andy L.

  36. avatar
    JJ | 1 July 2007 at 1:57 am #

    Set sails, Druid – what new lands and adventures await? I’ll stay tuned……what colors are struck on this Galleon to strike fear and trepidation into the hearts of straights, managers and companymen throughout the seas?

    Ionian Blues sail into the south seas.

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 1:57 am #

    On the good ship Venus, boy ya shuda seen us…..

    give us the next installment you penis

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 2:04 am #

    Oh,Jesus Christ….mmmmmmmmmmmm,thats chilli…i feel like “Thumper”{times 1000}

  39. avatar
    malcolm toft | 1 July 2007 at 2:17 am #

    Mind ya don’t get weevils in the bread.

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    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 2:33 am #

    Yeah!, give us the next installment you, ah, nice man.
    Maybe a female crew is what’s needed on this adventure to spice things up, I’d come on board with ya Capt’n Killer, thatsa for sure!!!
    Love Amanda

  41. avatar
    Isadora Telambi | 1 July 2007 at 2:50 am #


    Where was I in this story? Doesn’t my “sax appeal” qualify me for a bit part in this saga, Steve bibi?

  42. avatar
    CSTCoach | 1 July 2007 at 3:14 am #

    Arrr matey, you’ve assembled quite a crew. Arrrr-gonauts, perhaps?

    Are you in search of the golden fleece?

    Nice to see rimbaud in there. hey, esskay, didja ever read the rimbaud biography by Graham Robb? a good read. There’s another book called Somebody Else that deals just with R’s time in africa. thats really cool as well. his vanishing act…

    a master of diplomacy AND the martial arts LOL. But aren’t the martial arts a form of diplomacy? its always worked for me. CRACK – and everyone else suddenly becomes reeeealll diplomatic 😉


  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 3:28 am #

    Well if there’s a mutiny, make sure you make Matt D walk the fucking plank.

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 3:30 am #

    It’s like Dead Calm.

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 3:55 am #

    The old killer slashes a map in the wet sand’s hard surface revealing the way to the booty. It was going to be treacherous. The ragged band buckled their swashes, grasped their cutlasses between their teeth and prepared to kill…. or be killed!

    (Cue ‘Immigrant’s Song’ by Led Zep)

    The scurvy crew charged up the sand hills of the atoll to….

    ….and over to you.


  46. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2007 at 4:20 am #

    Was playing an old record the other nite, Jon Anderson’s Olias of Sunhillow. Went on a fantasy trip with the music while being mesmerised by those piercing eyes in your Absinthe portrait up on my wall. You became Olias in my mind as I was swept into space. Hypnotic.

    Lady Di

  47. avatar
    Thelonious | 1 July 2007 at 4:44 am #

    However as you was saying earlier, it’s important to make yr own mark on other peoples lives, pursue yr own goals and follow yr own muse, fame or oblivion at the end of the day everyone lives with love or fear, i guess.

  48. avatar
    knot | 30 November 2018 at 2:26 am #

    spin,rolling stone, nme, trouser press
    the pages turn, I transgress
    your yawning noblesse
    as you left your silver gaze
    our eyes meet over the page

    i know you
    i knew you when

    brother earthquake
    the radio tower shakes
    a sense of doom

    your put your magazine down
    the small secret smile
    of a fellow conspirator
    yet that luxury is decades out

    someone else has the remote

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