posted on July 21, 2007 at 11:31 pm

sweet sweet love
it will last
it will last
love that produces these lovely daughters
outta nowhere
daughters with wild hair like little dryads n naiads
or lovely blonde straight hair and dusky skin
gentle kind creatures who bring more love
music
intoxication
the 4/4 beat of love
goldfrapp
spacemen 3
massive attack
spain
chapterhouse
trex
air
blank n jones
music condusive to love
im not a fighter im a lover
but i will fight for love
music n love so intertwined
music from love
love of music
i am a music lover, lover
make music make love music
i will provide the bass
i will provide the never ending pulse
the deep low end
you know i’ll be there
underneath it all
and my timing is true
i never falter
as i nail the beat
back with 4 beats
4/4 childe
bang bang bang bang!
harmony
weave in and out
rubbing against the melody
unbearably pleasant friction
azimuthal spirit bearing down
spirit come and take me now
spirit come and fill me now
drunken lovely feeling
the low grind of the cello
the flute and the oboe fingered
the drum pounds
the piano tickled
the viola moans
the violin screams extasy
the electric guitar brutalizes
the organ grinds
creamy and overpowering
the electric bass
sits on the bed
way down there
and it nails the beat
it encourages
it hestitates
it pushes
it draws back
it speeds up ever so slightly
and grows larger inside the music
deep into the music where it has lodged itself
pushing into the very heart of the music
insistently exploring
the real power
the power to create
to bring to life
to call down souls to take on flesh again
little love children
summoned hither
our love must needs be personified
these children are the personification
they are music made solid
delightful children with kind eyes
with perfect proportions
with hazel eyes
with brown eyes
with sky blue eyes
children who could have come from anywhere
children who love each other
children who love music
tiny baby with her beethoven hair
child star
bells and tinkling pianos
imagination
this is life
the beat of life of music
musician of lifes lovely beat
coax and feel and command the beat
where it all joins up
where it comes into contact with itself
when the spirit finds you awake or dreaming
and the lion indeed lies down with the lamb
on broadway or sweet eden
eden filled with honey days and forgetful nights
and music all around
songs about the distance and the time
songs no one has ever written
songs that need to be written
else they remain forever inchoate
the souls waiting to be freed
by a musician
to join up the musics inevitable form
and the singer of love songs
that wailing crooning shouting whispering voice
those words of love
the promises of love
the agony of separation
the pleas and entreaties
those descriptions of love
those coded secrets alluding to loves embraces
love embraces music and they produce song
song sings love
song is sung for love by love itself
the instruments tune up
tautening
relaxing
testing
measuring
calibrating
the musicians stroke and feel and fondle the music
the music is personified by the instruments
the instruments made of earth itself
yet earth now penetrates air and ether
with its music
love of fire for water
love of earth for sky
love of ocean for shore
(for sure)
love of child for father
love of mother for son
love of music
love of songs
songs of love
there is no end to this
over and around
in and out
all about
interpenetration now of all spheres
the triple world
past present future
music constant
atlantis sinks to its anthem
which david bowie found
after umpteen thousand years
and he played it on a mellotron
on “crystal japan”
songs come from the future and past
from other universes
from other minds
from the dead
and the yet to be born
songs are spells
hurl them against mountainsides and lo! they open
the pied piper was laying down a groove in olde hamlin town
he begins a lowdown sleazy dirty tune on his flute
and them rats prick up their fucking ears
oh ratty says his song to their greyfurred ears
oh little delicious rat come with me
you gonna get down down in the nicest sewer
darkness and warmth and food and ratty love
disgusting sordid rodent music
oh but look at ratty go
go go go little ratty
all you little rats go go
over the hills and faraway
into the river
drown in this music little rat
and big rat
all drown together in the river of music
in the musical river
where down sitting on the bed is the bass
and the pied piper says
ok cats i did my gig
wheres my bread?
and the burgermeister n his cronies say
too bad, druid
that gig was for fucking charity
and the pied piper
he says
oh izzatso?
and the burgermeister and his crooked pals
who hate music and love
they say
be off with you vagabond musician
we care nothing for your slurs n slides
for your semi-quavers or your trills
and the pied piper
picks up his flute
it was his axe you see
he picks up his magic flute
under the enchantment of music and love
the flute resonated deeply
its own wooden nature
imbued with sunlight and earth and rain
stuffed full of the pipers intent
it was his familiar spirit that lived in flute
in the music lay the coiled spirit
and the spirit was a tiny version of a great spirit
the spirit of love which motivates everything
even
as you have seen
rats
and the piper breathed life into his flute
and the swedish word for breath and spirit is the same
and the piper filled with music
breathed into the flute
and such was his skill
such was his divine knowledge of spirit
and his knowledge of love
the upsndowns of elusive love
and this cat now laid down a melody of such beauty
a melody so fucking unbelievably lovely
oh i cant even begin to describe it
i have only words
but the music had magic
and the old people in the town heard it
and they said
oh whats that strange sad music
but the lovely children heard the music
and they said
oh thats so awesome
and they drifted out of their houses
they left the playground and the nursery
the schools emptied out
and the piper kept on improvising round that melody
in the narrow streets of hamelin
with natural reverb n echo
the magic flute swirled round that town
and the piper breathed a song into it
a song which had sprung from his mind complete
and the song said
childe
listen to me
come with me
wherever i lead
and the piper breathed into his flute
and the children spellbound
were bound to follow
in the jingle jangle morning
they went following him
and he lead them out of the town
into the mountains
and he stood before the mountainside
and he played a stoned groove
a rocky heavy metal mountainside rag
a song the mountain could dig
and the piper breathed the words
open yourself
and the mountain
who was female
an earth mother type
that beautiful mountain
opened herself for love
opened herself for music
opened herself for the musician
who breathed songs into this world
and the piper sang to the children
go in go in go in
and he sang to the mountain stay open stay open
stay open
and all but one child entered
into the mountains cleft
into the arms of the earth
and the piper himself entered too
and the mountain graciously received them
took them into herself
and she closed
and the music suddenly ceased
and the hills were silent
all birdsong stopped
and that one child
that sweet lame child
who had not been able to keep up
he sat and he wept
and i said describe to me childe
tell me about the pipers song
and he said
it was
the sweetest thing
youll ever learn
is to love
and be loved
in return

44 Responses to “youve always been her lover”

  1. avatar
    eek | 22 July 2007 at 1:37 am #

    So I take it the anniversary celebration went/is going well. 🙂

  2. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 22 July 2007 at 1:48 am #

    Wow !!! You do give good blogge !!

    …and Steve reincarnates as Barry White.

    “If music be the food of lurve, play on…” (Bill Shakes)

  3. avatar
    tea and oranges | 22 July 2007 at 1:52 am #

    Oooh, Mr Humphries !…
    I do love a bit
    of four on the floor
    in the morning.

  4. avatar
    boggy | 22 July 2007 at 2:02 am #

    so, like, are we the rats?

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 2:11 am #

    Good Morning Hamlin Town!

    So it’s Suzanne for the Qld gig?

    I’d love to go. I hear the remaining Go-Be’s are doing something too….tell ’em I said hi.

    B.Bon

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 2:13 am #

    Hi SK,

    I’ve just read Fruit Machine. Really enjoyed it. Astute observations. Was pleased to see Marquee Moon mentioned. I love it, an all time favourite. Those were the days, my friend.

    Juicy’s book is next on my list. Enjoy N.Z. and good luck. They’ll love ya. Better take a nose sock and some gloves.

    Love
    Lady Di

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 2:27 am #

    Whoowee, someone’s in a lovey dovey good mood today! Love, love, love (and music) is all we need to get through this life innit? (sigh)
    Have a beautiful day sk.
    Love always (not that you need anymore!),
    Amanda

  8. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 22 July 2007 at 2:55 am #

    The Greek Pre-Socratic philosopher, Empedocles, would have loved SK’s blog today. He asserted that love and strife were the two forces at battle in this fallen earthly state. Every act of love was benevolence and every act of hate created more benevolence. He though that rats were OK ! He also asserted that man’s fall from Paradise ocurred when we started slaughetering and eating our fellow creatures. It was akin to cannabalism. We broke a universal kinship. He’s dead but his ideas still resonate in the heads of people who are replete with love. Kilbey, McCartney, Hynde and Scholz are four of them.

  9. avatar
    veleska1970 | 22 July 2007 at 2:59 am #

    i always did love a good romance!! loving and being loved is probably the greatest gifts we have.

    nice one today. lotza love…

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 2:59 am #

    “it was
    the sweetest thing
    youll ever learn
    is to love
    and be loved
    in return”

    that is the
    ultimate truth
    don’t you
    think sk?
    (i wrote it
    didn’t i? sk thinks)

    and what I
    know as
    happiness

    wishing you
    and nk a lovely
    and very very
    happy anniversary

    love
    diane and john
    boulder

  11. avatar
    Leelinau | 22 July 2007 at 3:00 am #

    hell flippin yea

    ^_^

  12. avatar
    JJ | 22 July 2007 at 3:21 am #

    Happy Anniversary, ArcheDruide. Your daughters are testament to you both. Your magic bass calls out the beat, and I will follow. Yes, the music of the spheres, essential lifeblood, lifelong passion for me that will not die.

    Many, many more years – and long may you run.

  13. avatar
    mattdavison | 22 July 2007 at 4:08 am #

    fantastic….

    There is a Dogma here.

    A fusion between writer, and musician

    rectitude.. The sanctity
    virtuous
    paradox.

    md

    nb* NZ Wont be too cold except maybe Ch Ch.. spare a thought for d&I as we battle the snowy roads and mountains to see the Ol’Piper of Hamlet stringing away in a bathhouse in dirty old wellywood.

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 4:17 am #

    hearts filled with love
    lots of love to you and yours and everyone

    Thanks Steve! I’m going out with my boyfriend Abby in about 12 hours…not that I’m couting! Now feeling even more love drunk for our date to see Anoushka Shankar. 🙂

    Some of our favorite love songs are-

    ‘The look of Love’ by Dusty Springfield
    ‘I Loved to be Loved’ by Peter Gabriel
    ‘A Man and a Woman’ …Peter Gabriel
    ‘Tinka, Tinka’ Alka

    In love in CA

  15. avatar
    davem | 22 July 2007 at 5:53 am #

    How wonderful was that?!
    Thanks SK. I’ll keep dancing to your tune, Nature Boy!!
    Love you more,

    davem
    xx

  16. avatar
    davem | 22 July 2007 at 5:55 am #

    …and you’re up to 32 on the blog chart!!

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 6:56 am #

    Awe struck Stunning!I should have got you to write the bible! /GOD

  18. avatar
    emily teechen | 22 July 2007 at 8:48 am #

    *happy sigh*

  19. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 22 July 2007 at 9:15 am #

    The mellotron is certainly producing a mellow blogge, o bloggestar

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 11:16 am #

    i am stunned by the beauty of today’s blog…my god, steve you have such a gift…love and sex and music are so intertwined because they can change us so profoundly and affect our senses in such a mind-blowing way…just listen to the dynamic of ‘hotel womb…a definite swell and climax there (to me, anyway)
    -The Hellbound Heart

  21. avatar
    ?{?} | 22 July 2007 at 12:17 pm #

    {?}Exhilirating tale today,Druid!

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 1:25 pm #

    beautifulsexy

    and tears, for that one sweet child left, who knew everything but still wept, like a poet

    KittyKatxxx

  23. avatar
    Fan d'Or in | 22 July 2007 at 2:02 pm #

    musical details. my favourite things on earth! i loved that.

    > chorus effect is when two very
    > alike things rub against each
    > other nicely

    take women and men, and you know that chorus effect=sex

    i still cannot really imagine SK dancing and shaking the tambourine when the band is playing…but it seems more realistic than flying a white flag or wombats on motorbikes.

    st

  24. avatar
    andmoreagain | 22 July 2007 at 2:29 pm #

    Brilliant and beautiful Kilbster. Nice to read something positive first thing in the morn.

  25. avatar
    Noel Christian | 22 July 2007 at 3:08 pm #

    !

    Need to cuddle now.

    Thanks for that.

  26. avatar
    egoonthemezzanine | 22 July 2007 at 3:30 pm #

    Some days you really nail it in a most unexpected way. After a long period of severe depression and misery I am feeling bold confident and happy. Gotten to the stage of feeling worthy of being loved.Your amazing creative spirit is something that I use every day . Have daughters too.Just 2 not 5.
    Seems such a long time since any new music has appeared.

  27. avatar
    fantasticandy | 22 July 2007 at 3:42 pm #

    well done davem!
    i like the big star version best.

    and as for you killer…….
    well i just prostrate myself at your feet.
    i’m dumbstruck after that one!
    this is not new to you…..
    youv’e done it all before,
    riding from town to town on your donkey with your lute on your back and your pockets full of coloured chalks.
    i know…. i was the fuckin’ donkey!
    your humble servant,
    andy L.

  28. avatar
    CATWOMAN | 22 July 2007 at 4:26 pm #

    Puuurrrrrfffffect! ….MEEEow! x

  29. avatar
    tim | 22 July 2007 at 4:27 pm #

    im speechless..

  30. avatar
    knot | 22 July 2007 at 8:39 pm #

    and the little rats,
    what of them divine killer?

    despite all their rage?
    thanks for today’s installment.
    xx

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 9:32 pm #

    Holy Toledo! This may be your finest one yet. Love the Genesis reference. Great album.

    Mark
    Tampa, Fl

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 July 2007 at 10:08 pm #

    that was amazing. i appreciate the time and effort behind our daily blog. it is edible, and healthy too.

    rmch

  33. avatar
    Thelonious | 22 July 2007 at 11:39 pm #

    SK, so good, so good.

  34. avatar
    Ansible Jon | 23 July 2007 at 1:03 am #

    lovely. clearly leonard cohen on the mind with the blog titles the last two days…
    still love to hear you cover “hey, that’s no way to say goodbye”.

  35. avatar
    the dean | 23 July 2007 at 1:19 am #

    Could you be the executioner of so many rats and let the hamburgermiesters live?

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 July 2007 at 1:47 am #

    calling down baal and zeus said
    i wonder if i made video bout love with my imagery and metropolis if i would be allowed to post on the youtube…..
    hmmmmm…

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 July 2007 at 1:53 am #

    cdb-n-z also said…. cause i would if i could and id even remove it post haste if i had to ,..mmm… cause id like to but i dont want to be presumptuous
    if only i had some kind of sign..

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 July 2007 at 1:55 am #

    cdb-nz also said

    oh yeah cause its about love!

    whew ..almost left out the relevance.

  39. avatar
    don joe | 23 July 2007 at 1:59 am #

    Love it

    ML,
    don joe

  40. avatar
    lily was here | 23 July 2007 at 2:03 am #

    Am kind of happy to see you havent posted todays yet while Im still so wrapt up in yesterdays beautiful wordery. Like wow, that was one of your best ever. Now, that tune the piper was playing … goes like …
    sue c x

  41. avatar
    Napisz komentarz | 23 July 2007 at 2:05 am #

    just having a post-blog cigarette now…

  42. avatar
    la faye | 23 July 2007 at 2:12 am #

    I’ve only been told of this song….a rare song…Yes!…a rare song indeed!

  43. avatar
    Melquiades | 23 July 2007 at 5:24 am #

    beautiful Steve. I’m left slack-jawed.

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 July 2007 at 5:30 am #

    Ok sk, honeymoon’s over now, back to work please….
    luv Princey


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