The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

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

i made this joke up last nite
for my kidss
why couldnt the pony sing?
because she was a little hoarse
i expect a sesame st guest spot
can only be seconds away…

chruch bouys had emselves a little i/view
yessaday
xcept monsieur peter k
who is, of course
now a resident
of the tropics
we woz interviewed by a frenchman
who is part of fete de le music
or fete de la music
whichever fucking gender music is in french
(is inglish the only lang without gender, benders?)
(by the whey, germans got 3: masc, fem and bloody neutered)
anyhow
l’idea, mes bon bons is
to have one day all round the worlde
when music is going everywhere
live
and FREE
so when i get there
to martys fabulous gaff
in the swanky eastern suburbs
(on foot, sk owns no car)
i am so hot
drenched in sweat
its like a hundred outside
the sun irradiating skin cancer
with every mote
humidity is totally wet
humility: none
ect. ect.
so when i get there
i look like a lobster
that jumped into a swimming pool
in his clothes and gaucho hat
(how gauche can a gaucho go, my amigos)
marty says
have a cold shower
theres steam coming off me
i stand under tepidly cold water for 10 minutes
not the way i normally start a filmed i/vu
i come out
a little refreshed
martys got this hanging down jingly things
on the windows emitting a very pleasant tinkle
in the meagre breeze…
uh oh yon frenchman who wants music everywhere for free
does not
however
want any music in the background now
the windows must be shut
temperyture in roomy goes up a hundred degrees
(at least!)
now
he switches on his bank
of formidable (pronounce it a la frog) lights
its a blazing inferno
mah pore sweat pores gush
i cannot believe this heat
we talk to this dude for TWO hours
the guy says
what got you hooked on music
i remember day in 65 riding my bikey
in the space between the houses
with a childhood companion or two
when we hear a sound
we ride closer to the sauce of the sound
coming from a little grey brick house
which was exactly the same as all the others
now
we heard this sound before
but never like this
not so viscerally loud
immanent
all around in the air
it was a teenage rock band
i’d never heard an actual electrick guitar before
id never felt the kick of a bass drum in the guts
or the metaalic hiss of cymbals in mah ears
and there
in a chair
sitting down to play
is a guy holding a big olde basse gittar
and that sound hes making is making
me
feel real funny
manifest destiny is too grandiose my chickens
but i says to my young self
heres somethin’ for you someday
but even more
i was struck by the beautiful insides of the guitar cases
which were open
plush velvety crimsons and royal blues
course, im watching all this
hanging on to a splintery fence
trying to keep my head over the top
ah another of them pivotal momes, ya see?
then we talk about another time
we had a band
me and some other blokes all about 18 or 19
i wrote most of the songs
but i was the bass player
there was a guy who was sposed to have been the singer
there was a guitarist and a drummer
the drummer was a very pretty boy
but not much chop at drums
the guitarist was actually great
he was only bout 17 at the time
he later lost a finger in a motorbike accident
but he could still rock, my brothers
anyway our band turns up at gig
at some youth hall
and “singer” says im not singin’
we say why not?
he says he dont wanna and plus
theres a bunch of furious bullies
out in audience
enraged that presumptuous insects like us
should have the sheer fucken gall
to dream
that we could have a band
so singer minces off to obscurity
guitarist davey y says
kilbee you gotta sing man
you wrote all those stupid words..
you know em
you fucking gotta sing em now boyo

but ya know what
i really knew this moment was coming
somewhere inside my self
after a little persuasion
we go on
im singing and playing ye olde basse
at the same time
for the first time
not as easy as i thought
my hands got minds of their own
the words are getting mixed up with the fingers
im trying to sing the bass guitar melody
and play the lyrics
i would love to hear how we sounded
i had dyed red hair and played a black les paul(copy)
i had on some clothes
someone from my mums work
had made for me in satin
i was as skinny as a rake
i had to run around in the shower to get wet
my songs
were totally ridiculous glam workouts
with rude and silly lyrics:
how come you never do the jet fin rock
how come you never give me a shock
or there was
youre starting to make me ill
youre starting to shake me, jill….

yeah bet that had shakespeare rollin in his gravy..,
actually maybe
just maybe
there are some certain pea brains
who might go for some of my olde stuff
god
there is so much olde stuff to milk
if only 1973 would come back….

any way my fiendish ones
i guess that about wraps this bloggy up
a bit a reminiscing
a little bit of a ranty
a bit o humour
and a great genius
with a big heart
(no
im only fuckin kiddin ya)
i love you all
so
so

so much
sk

hello my little darlin’s
olde dj stevie k in da house
how are you today?
i trust youre well….
probably just need a lil dose
of yer sk mixture
get you back on top
in no time….

sometimes i wonder why im writing this blogge
ego?
yep, that must account for some of it
im just hooked on the instantaneity of the
whole thing..
i write this
and next second
you read it
from wherever
and theres a lotta strange places pop up
on the olde monitor
all over the world
i guess thats gotten me addicted
im putting so much time into this damn thing
spending an hour a dayin fronta a ray spitting computer
just to tell ya
technology sucks
ha ha
i dunno
i had some bigge habits in my day
but this blogge got its hooks in me
its a challenge to overcome
evry day

lots going on w/ the band
everything in flux
nothing concrete to reveal
things being lined up etc
takin’ care o bizness etc
i dunno
im very superficial
i hate any thing official
i cant stand the details
i hate the fine print
i never read the instructions
and i cant concentrate
on stuff im not interested in
i actually need a holiday
i need to unwind

oh no
the awful mundanity of the jet
have just intruded on my thoughts
oh god
the inane ordinariness of it all
whatever happened to my rocknroll?
BUT ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL?

i dunno
its like green kryptonite
its makin me weak
i know we been thru all this before..
fuck it
i cannot
i will not
write
with this goin’ on
i am abandoning this plaice forever
i will find another cafe
where its silent
im sorry
you cant expect me to operate under these conditions
ANATHEMA!!!

but
i love you
and
i know todays entry was
MEDIOCHRE!
i will be back
with some choice stuff soon
sk