cant keep out the killers with love man

morning fiendssits the morning after the winebanq gigyeah was pretty good i guesssome idiots talkingsome philistine yuppies drinkin’ boozeand yapping loudlybeyond redemption, i left em alone…we were pretty goodenot that youll believe me reviewing myselfmy humility is famousand im so proud of my modesty(hello diane n therese) we still debating the existence of god?i love it when you got cats writing inand quoting stuff about peptide indicatorsand amino chainsyeah rightyah i really believe you understand thatand i really believe that the science of todayis the last wordand will never be changediethat unlike every other 50 yearsthe boffins of today have got the whole storyi guess they couldnt trap vishnu in their test tubesso i spose thats italthough i am surrounded by planets orbitting in space(oh the big bang did it…we cant believe in a creatorbut we’ll believe in a big bang)although i am surrounded by the trees and birdsand aquatics and the flowerseach a part in some fantastic inter related systemeverything where it should bei will ignore my eyes and common sensei will ignore the observations of my lifei will toe the atheist party linecos it makes me feel smug and modernquoting some bullshit i dont understandand despite all that has happened to mei got modern sciencethats all i needwont be taken intoo many nasty things happning on this earth(all done by men exercising their FREE WILL!)ya cant have it both waysyou want free will….ya got itthen you scream outhow did god let this happenboys n girls you can quote yer high school chemistry to mei know what i knowthe proofs in my puddingall my artmy songsmy wordsare god affirmingthey are not dry exercises in atheism and materialismor sciencismi have prayed to godhe has answered my prayerssometimesvery rarelyhe has entered my heartand swollen me up with his lovely magnificence(im sure […]

morning fiendss
its the morning after the winebanq gig
yeah was pretty good i guess
some idiots talking
some philistine yuppies drinkin’ booze
and yapping loudly
beyond redemption, i left em alone…
we were pretty goode
not that youll believe me reviewing myself
my humility is famous
and im so proud of my modesty
(hello diane n therese)

we still debating the existence of god?
i love it when you got cats writing in
and quoting stuff about peptide indicators
and amino chains
yeah right
yah i really believe you understand that
and i really believe that the science of today
is the last word
and will never be changed
ie
that unlike every other 50 years
the boffins of today have got the whole story
i guess they couldnt trap vishnu in their test tubes
so i spose thats it
although i am surrounded by planets orbitting in space
(oh the big bang did it…
we cant believe in a creator
but we’ll believe in a big bang)
although i am surrounded by the trees and birds
and aquatics and the flowers
each a part in some fantastic inter related system
everything where it should be
i will ignore my eyes and common sense
i will ignore the observations of my life
i will toe the atheist party line
cos it makes me feel smug and modern
quoting some bullshit i dont understand
and despite all that has happened to me
i got modern science
thats all i need
wont be taken in
too many nasty things happning on this earth
(all done by men exercising their FREE WILL!)
ya cant have it both ways
you want free will….ya got it
then you scream out
how did god let this happen
boys n girls you can quote yer high school chemistry to me
i know what i know
the proofs in my pudding
all my art
my songs
my words
are god affirming
they are not dry exercises in atheism and materialism
or sciencism
i have prayed to god
he has answered my prayers
sometimes
very rarely
he has entered my heart
and swollen me up with his lovely magnificence
(im sure some brain surgeon out there will say
oh if we manipulate the blah blah cortex with blah blah
then we will see pseudo religious blah blah)
whatever fiendss
i dont fucking care if you cant open yer eyes
to the beauty that surrounds you
arguing with me on a computer
when if you meditated for one minute
on a simple leaf or ant or cloud
you could see the aesthetic design
the love and care
the simple elegant hand of a creator
putting all this into motion
i guess you got science on yer side
i guess youve sussed it all
ok
ok
ok
i couldnt persuade ya
i dont quite understand
why youre reading my blogg
so full it is
with my olde hippy superstitious nonsense
i mean vishnu….come on
re incarnation
youve seen thru it all
intelligent design…..ha!

nope
it was like this
there wazza big big bang
(wow that was a loud bang)
before the bang it was super concentrated matter
then
kaboom
it all comes flying out
the sun stopped jus’ about where it is now
then mercury stopped
then venus
then the olde earthy werthy
stopped here
and started going round n round the sun
then
chemicals got together
evolved
and here we all are
ladies n gentlemen
life! (the musical)
yeah its all pretty plausible
cos newton was replaced by einstein replaced by hoyle
replaced by hawkings
replaced by whoever it is now
some dude in a university in california
standing at a blackboard
sussing this whole fucking thing
all other theories now outdated…
we used to believe fred jones theory
but now jim smiths is the one..
ok
thats ok
you scientific types have straightened out
this olde dreamer
i aquiesce
it was vain of me to suggest other wise
what would i know
im just a washed up olde rocker
amusing ya online
with my olde blather n blabber
gods dead
x=y
the neuron peptides are alkoloidal binglebangs
the cosine values of black stars indicate rhubarb
ok
i know what i know
you know what you know
vive le differance, baybee
i love ya anyway
eeven if you dont believe me or care
i love ya
may the b. bang bless us all!
sk

coming soon
questions and answers
ask me a pertinent interesting q
i’ll try and a it for ya
one q per reader
no anonymous questions
i gotta know who asketh

look out honey, im using technology…..aint got time to make no apology

why hello therethank vishnu its fridaylord maha-vishnuasleep in the causal oceanuniverses floating out of his pores as he dreamsas he dreams this all upmerrily merrily merrily merrilylife is but a dreamno solidityall is vibrationthose sublime rishis had it all sussedwhen the europeans were still dressed in skinsall is vibrationif you reduce the solid matter of a human beingyou have a little bag of ashwe are almost nothingour senses have fooled uswe believe in this maya around uswe set limitations on our selvesand otherswe forget our past liveslast nite i had a bizarre dreami was someone elsein another placeduring the dream i couldnt rememberthat i was steven kilbeylying in my bed dreaming….?!what hope do we have of remembering our other livespeople say to mewow..you learnt painting fast…nothats not truei can remember paintingand musicand poetryfrom other livesyou see when i am still enuffor stoned enuffor unawares enuffthe past seeps thru the barriersthat have been erectedto stop us going crazy remembering our past livesi dunno about you babybut i was born with all kindsa knowledgefeelingsinclinationsinexplicablesometimes i am so close to my other livesi can hear the voiceswhen i paint n drawmy sk mind goes quietand the artists that i have beenbeforeguide mesometimes sk is goingno nowhat the fuck are you doing that for“trust us” say the voicesand the less sk interferesthe better it isi go into a tranceand the other men and women in metake overi wake up from time to timewhats going on“shh ssshhh” say the voices“leave this to us”consequentlythe more i meditatethe more i do yogathe more i swimand(unfortunately)the more i smoke potthe better everything i do getsthat accounts for the hchcurs great surge in 2002our surge in creativityi was backno longer a tired burnt out podgy middleaged strugglerbaby i fought long n hard against smackand lethargyand indifferencei reinvented my selfsteve […]

why hello there
thank vishnu its friday
lord maha-vishnu
asleep in the causal ocean
universes floating out of his pores as he dreams
as he dreams this all up
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
no solidity
all is vibration
those sublime rishis had it all sussed
when the europeans were still dressed in skins
all is vibration
if you reduce the solid matter of a human being
you have a little bag of ash
we are almost nothing
our senses have fooled us
we believe in this maya around us
we set limitations on our selves
and others
we forget our past lives
last nite i had a bizarre dream
i was someone else
in another place
during the dream i couldnt remember
that i was steven kilbey
lying in my bed dreaming….?!
what hope do we have of remembering our other lives
people say to me
wow..you learnt painting fast…
no
thats not true
i can remember painting
and music
and poetry
from other lives
you see when i am still enuff
or stoned enuff
or unawares enuff
the past seeps thru the barriers
that have been erected
to stop us going crazy remembering our past lives
i dunno about you baby
but i was born with all kindsa knowledge
feelings
inclinations
inexplicable
sometimes i am so close to my other lives
i can hear the voices
when i paint n draw
my sk mind goes quiet
and the artists that i have been
before
guide me
sometimes sk is going
no no
what the fuck are you doing that for
“trust us” say the voices
and the less sk interferes
the better it is
i go into a trance
and the other men and women in me
take over
i wake up from time to time
whats going on
“shh ssshhh” say the voices
“leave this to us”
consequently
the more i meditate
the more i do yoga
the more i swim
and(unfortunately)
the more i smoke pot
the better everything i do gets
that accounts for the hchcurs great surge in 2002
our surge in creativity
i was back
no longer a tired burnt out podgy middleaged struggler
baby i fought long n hard against smack
and lethargy
and indifference
i reinvented my self
steve kilbey # ?
depends how you count
id say during the hchcurs lifetime
at least 4 sks
the 1st naive bigmouth pretty youth
the 2nd successful cynical manne
the 3rd puffy heroin wreck
the 4th the modern sk
the olde but super energetic druid
up early
typing bloggs
and fiddling round with pastels
i have more energy now than when i was 18
these eastern disciplines work people
dont complain to me if youre a lazy bloated
meat eating tv watching ciggy sucking
olde bore
veganism, people
so you can vibrate
so you dont weigh down yer body
with dead rotting sludge
and bad karma
and pain
yoga, people
for flexibility
to potentiate your talents
for the union of heaven and earth
for discipline
meditation, people
for wisdom
sincerity
peace
happiness
knowledge
chi gong
for cosmic energy
swimming
for endurance
for breath
for more discipline
(you think the lazy slug in me
wants to dive in a 13 degree pool
on a cold raining winter morning????)
and finally
and most controversially
pot
yes i know pot causes paranoia
and psychic episodes in some people
i do not recommend it to
kids
teenagers
nervous people
people with a history of….
(insert yer own nasty thing here)
but im sorry
i aint no couch potatoe pothead
smoking bongs and watching jerry sprengler
yep theres plenty of them i know
im sorry
i have to say
to the outrage of my detractors
pot has always worked for me
after 34 years of smoking the stuff
it has unfailingly helped me re arrange my brain
re connect the wires in my mind…
i hear a c major chord
and i hear the limitless songs contained therein
i see a phrase and songs and poems fly to me
i pick up my pastels and they draw by themselves
no who among you can argue with 34 years of experience
it has ALWAYS worked for ME
we have a symbiotic relationship
dont compare pot to smack
they have nothing in common
if i run outta pot
i wont steal murder rob to get it
i might feel a little bored or restless
yes thats true..
but i wont pawn my fucking bass to get it
pots badde fer yer lungs
i admit that
it makes ya eat more than you should
i admit that
it has had injurious effects on some people
and i dont promote it willy nilly
but this is my diary
this is my world
i pull no punches here, fiendss
thats why you coming to love me so much
thats why i coming to love you so much
my blogge is the truth
and i aint hiding nuthing from ya
why should i?
i gotta a great life going on
and im happy to share it with ya
im grateful to the lord for letting me have
this day and my daily bread
and im enthusiastic and brimming over
with a thousand ideas
i can do anything i like
and i fucking will too
if you dig it
stick around
if you dont
heres yer money back
sk iou $0.00
have a nice day, fiendss
i’ll be thinking of ya

a sound permeating all directions at once

morning you lotoh oh i slept inits 6 50oh dearnaughty sk snoozing in so late ok a few small announcementssir belfrank d whom was cruelly and thoughtlessleyleft off the list of friends of skhas now been promoted tolord of the realmafter receiving package yesterdaywith so many goodiesit was ridiculoushoudini vidsjeff buckleyt rex vidswilliam blake (wasnt he in slowdive..?)loadsa stuffaltres is also promoted to lord of the sink portsfor his package of giftsnow im not saying a package of giftsgets you a knighthood at sk land..but..arise sir brian h altresand sir belfrank d.you guys are the most….see yer at dublin and englandand altres…can you bring me some scottish jazz numbersjust in case…?talking of whichas its my auntie irenes funeral todayim having a few puffs off my vaporiserwhich is a little machinethat turns your smoking materials into vapourthats right, not smoke but vapourno smellno fussjust pure vapourwhich means you can enjoy yer fave“smoking mix”even at yer grannies housebut no smell or smokeat the moment im sampling a littlevictorian gippsland organic indicaand its going down a treatnow if yer tired of me mentioning potim so fucking sorryi bet youd go on charles bukowskis bloggand sayim bored with hearing about alcoholso if ya dont like it mes amigostheres the doorand heres another detail ive forgotten to mentionthis blogg will close down on 22 nov this yearthats rightim gonna cut ya all offim gonna release a blookof this bloggim gonna win a pull-lister! prizeim gonna buy a big house in vor-cluseand thatll be the last yer see of my well toned assso lap it up while its fer freesee if ya can find another bass toting word spittingsmooth crooning olde geniusthat you can trust with yer heartyepi think those guys are kinda thin on the ground round hereso keep that doomsday date in yer head […]

morning you lot
oh oh i slept in
its 6 50
oh dear
naughty sk snoozing in so late

ok a few small announcements
sir belfrank d
whom was cruelly and thoughtlessley
left off the list of friends of sk
has now been promoted to
lord of the realm
after receiving package yesterday
with so many goodies
it was ridiculous
houdini vids
jeff buckley
t rex vids
william blake (wasnt he in slowdive..?)
loadsa stuff
altres is also promoted to lord of the sink ports
for his package of gifts
now im not saying a package of gifts
gets you a knighthood at sk land..
but..
arise sir brian h altres
and sir belfrank d.
you guys are the most….
see yer at dublin and england
and altres…
can you bring me some scottish jazz numbers
just in case…?
talking of which
as its my auntie irenes funeral today
im having a few puffs off my vaporiser
which is a little machine
that turns your smoking materials into vapour
thats right, not smoke
but vapour
no smell
no fuss
just pure vapour
which means you can enjoy yer fave
“smoking mix”
even at yer grannies house
but no smell or smoke
at the moment im sampling a little
victorian gippsland organic indica
and its going down a treat
now if yer tired of me mentioning pot
im so fucking sorry
i bet youd go on charles bukowskis blogg
and say
im bored with hearing about alcohol
so if ya dont like it mes amigos
theres the door
and heres another detail ive forgotten to mention
this blogg will close down on 22 nov this year
thats right
im gonna cut ya all off
im gonna release a blook
of this blogg
im gonna win a pull-lister! prize
im gonna buy a big house in vor-cluse
and thatll be the last yer see of my well toned ass
so lap it up while its fer free
see if ya can find another bass toting word spitting
smooth crooning olde genius
that you can trust with yer heart
yep
i think those guys are kinda thin on the ground round here
so keep that doomsday date in yer head fiendss
22 november 2006
the day after peter ks birthday
(as yer sending off his expensive presents priority mail
youll notice the date and gulp )
do you realise whatll happen when yer cut off
cold turkey
sweating
anxiety
nausea
feeling of “unreality”
emotions gone haywire
there maybe chills fever
coughing
masturbating
imitating fish
need to urinate rainbows
desire for musk sticks n sherbet
a perverse need to listen to dabble
yep
there some of the downsides
to being a bloggefiend
so be nice to me while im here
youre gonna cry when im gone
you gonna say
oh that sk
they dont make bloggers like him annie moore
he blogged every hour god sent, that manne
he was a prophet seer and a sage
a bass pluckin’ philanthropist
a poetic saint (with naughty bits)
fiendss
if i do deign to carry on after yon date
im a frayed yer gonna be digging in yer pockets
cos im spending more time on this than anything else
in my life
my kids dont know me
i heard aurora justine say to her mum
whos that olde cat with the white beard n scruffy hair
bangin’ away on the lapp top

its true
now ive just topped up my vapouriser
with a little something
pam n perry found for me
in northern new south wales
see
if ya smoke enuff dope
you can be northern and south
at the same time
2 places at once, fiendss

so dont be angry with me you ballbrakers
i gotta long drive
and a sad task ahead of me
im jus’ havin’ somethin’ to get detatched

by the way
save up yer pennies
kh is gonna release jack frost 1
again
with all etcs
im repainting the covers
yer gonna love it
it might help when the blogge dries up
it certainly wont hurt
ok
ok
i gotta go get ready
me n jlk n rpk
gonna drive down to canberry
to say goodbye to irene bennett nee jackson
i guess i’ll see olde joycie there
shes pretty sad about this too
itll cheer her up to see her three sons
the good, the bad, and the ugly
not necessarily in that order

go forth
or go fourth
it doesnae matter to me
i love you
sk

seconds,minutes,hours,days, weeks,months,years,decades.centuries

time, gentlemen… what is this stuffwhat is this thing called timewhere did all that time gowhy it was only yesterday that…… another morning dawnsbrings me closer to the things i wantandthe things i dreadthe white daysand the black nightsgnawing away at my timethe fates measuring out my threadthe slender thread that holds me herethe silver cord holding my body to my soulmy soul sits in the seat of the soulsomewhere in my headin some glandsome tiny gland in my brainwhere it interfaces with the mind n bodyin its drivers seatwhere it runs the showbut my mind forgets so easilyit hates to think its justhardware and softwarebeing used by an immortal spiritit thinks it is a law unto itselfit thinks therefore it is (it thinks)the mind always turbulenttrying to prove this n thatmeasuring, planning, directingall in timemy soul sits outside of timewhilst temporarily in timethe mind deafens itself with its carryonyou cant ask the mind to switch itself offyou cant ask the mind for a little peace n quietever since we were bornpeople sayingyoure thisyoure thatyoure like heryoure not like himyoure steven kilbeyyou can do thisyou cant do thattime all mixed up in everythingconfusing the issuehow do you stop timehow to be in this very momentnowah…its already gone, fiendssits already goneopium slows down that time for yabut you gonna have to pay some other timeand if you keep putting off that paymentthe interest is gonna cripple yasomeone said the drugs dont worki disagreebut one problemif you use opium to run away from timeeverything you were running fromis gonna come back to getcha a hundred, a thousandfoldall those lovely dopedreamspaid for in torturing insomniaall that lovely detachmentpaid for in the worst horrors you can containalcohol…..well alcohol dont do it for meit does for some..gets em out of timebut its the same dealits […]

time, gentlemen…

what is this stuff
what is this thing called time
where did all that time go
why it was only yesterday that……

another morning dawns
brings me closer to the things i want
and
the things i dread
the white days
and the black nights
gnawing away at my time
the fates measuring out my thread
the slender thread that holds me here
the silver cord holding my body to my soul
my soul sits in the seat of the soul
somewhere in my head
in some gland
some tiny gland in my brain
where it interfaces with the mind n body
in its drivers seat
where it runs the show
but my mind forgets so easily
it hates to think its just
hardware and software
being used by an immortal spirit
it thinks it is a law unto itself
it thinks therefore it is (it thinks)
the mind always turbulent
trying to prove this n that
measuring, planning, directing
all in time
my soul sits outside of time
whilst temporarily in time
the mind deafens itself with its carryon
you cant ask the mind to switch itself off
you cant ask the mind for a little peace n quiet
ever since we were born
people saying
youre this
youre that
youre like her
youre not like him
youre steven kilbey
you can do this
you cant do that
time all mixed up in everything
confusing the issue
how do you stop time
how to be in this very moment
now
ah…
its already gone, fiendss
its already gone
opium slows down that time for ya
but you gonna have to pay some other time
and if you keep putting off that payment
the interest is gonna cripple ya
someone said the drugs dont work
i disagree
but one problem
if you use opium to run away from time
everything you were running from
is gonna come back to getcha a hundred, a thousandfold
all those lovely dopedreams
paid for in torturing insomnia
all that lovely detachment
paid for in the worst horrors you can contain
alcohol…..
well alcohol dont do it for me
it does for some..
gets em out of time
but its the same deal
its gonna get you eventually
the merry sloshed uninhibited party animal
becomes
the hungover headpounding embarrassed wreck
“where am i?….what did i do?”
chemicals n booze
aggravating the hurt
for a little bit of tiny relief
a days freedom for a week in jail
a kiss for a thrashing
a flower for a forest of thorns
we all involved in these bargains
you marry someone
you happy for 40 years
but one day theyre gone
bang!
jus’ like that
gone into a place where theres no time
a timeless space
a spaceless place
i dont know
a pause
a hiatus
somewhere you can just be
the people left behind wail
and gnash their teeth
mourn n carry on
where did all our time go
not yet
too soon, too soon
give us more time
another day
another hour
anything
its used up
come in mr kilbey
your time is up…
time with its weedy fingers in the cracks
pulling everything put together apart
all things must pass
cities, empires, human beings
ars longa, vita brevis
nothing here is permanent
we thrash around
we want some permanence
we want some guarantee
everything receding into emptiness
pain, bewilderment…
is this our lot
is there any point to it
is it all just written in the sand?
how the hell would i know fiendss
im just an olde rocker stumbling around
in the beginning of the 21st century
losing people
crying out against the senselessness of it all
writing a blog for those who wanna read
for the believers
for the disbelievers
hello mr garrat
mr john garrett
or jean garrotte
my oh my
you aint gonna be fooled
you rascally olde nihilist
i like you john
actually
i see a lot of myself in ya
i dont wanna be fooled by a load of new age toffee
and spiritual baloney
i aint gonna be taken in by gods n goddesses
and all the rest of that crystalhealing dolphins and
rebirthing pilates soy latte cosmic bullshit
yes john
youve seen thru the whole she bang
thats a comfort too..
“well at least i wasnt taken in….”
yet …
then what..
ok everything got here by accident
the clouds is the clouds
the trees is the trees
there aint no spirits
there aint no god
i aint gonna be fooled
im gonna shut it all out
some people see a sunset
and see god
other people see a sunset
and see a ball of burning gases
we orbit around for some random reason
ok
some people see both
some neither
they dont care
life is too bad
or too good
or too fucking full on
to look at sunsets
i can dig all of it
ive held every position
i been a hard bitten cynic
i been a wide eyed believer
i been a hedonistic hotshot
who didnt give too damns about any of it

so whats the moral
sum it all up for us, kilbey
make yer point
give us the punchline
you bass playing philosophical olde ranter
and dear fiendss
let me say
i struggle with doubt n despondency
what the hell …
look at all the stupid things ive done…
listen to all the stupid things ive done…
in the end tho
in the final analysis here
im gonna opt for god
i cant look at my daughter scarlet
and believe there is not some incredible mind out there
planning
designing
caring
loving
i cant see a flaming red sunset
or a white moon appearing like a hole in the sky
i cant swim in the ocean
or walk thru a forest
without thinking
this didnae come here of its own accord
no more than ultc made itself
no more than starry night painted itself
no more than this computer i type away at
invented itself
fiendss there is more complexity
in a tiny bug
than all the computers in the world
there is more beauty in a single sunset
than all the art galleries in the world
we are creatures
what does that mean?
it implies we were created
by whom and why?
we cant know that yet
its a mystery
but im sorry
it doesnt look like it all just arrived here on its own
all these systems related, inter related
the systems in yer body
the solar system
the bee and the flower
the peaks and the troughs
the mountains and the sky
think hard and long
meditate on these things
stop to look around you
listen to your heart…wow what a cliche
aint that a song by heart?
ok get over that
listen to your heart
my heart is saying this
there is a god
he loves us more than anything
he cant explain everything right here and now
cos thats yer mission (captain)
to unravel it
to work it out for yerself
to observe and calculate
i read somewhere that the odds of life starting
on this planet and all this coming into being
are the same odds that a hurricane blowing thru
a junkyard
will assemble a boeing 707
you wanna go with those odds, john
im sure you gotta smart arse one liner for that too
its ok
we need skepticks
we dont wanna get fooled again
but dont close down your heart
to the possiblity
that there is reason
there is love
all will be revealed one day
when ya get to the last page in the book
they gonna give ya all the answers…
maybe, john
just maybe
i love you anyway
(i guess)
all of ya
its wednesday
do something nice for yerselves
its a brand new day
ah…..life!
sk

i really thought it’d go on forever

good dayhows life in the multiverse, today? before i go any furtheri must shamelessly spruik my gigthis friday nightat the winebank in sydneymartin place-ish, 9 15with my jazzcats + laneyplease comeitll be yer last chance to see me for a whileunless you live in hungryor eyelandor grate brittin’or spaneafter that im having a brief holidaywith my twillipopswho turn 15 on the 7th of junewhich is why elli is elektra juneand who i wrote that song june forfor the first time everlittle minna is taller and heavier than her sisah i saidyou can beat her up nowminna saysyeah i knowelli is quite over her op nowand thanks fer yer supportafter a few setbacksminna is looking at her options…hoping to spend some time at their country housewhich has no lectricityno running water or conveniencesback to natureyou wash in the lake therehoping it aint too cold…but cold is relativeegi ring minna minna its cold herewhat is it?its 16 degreesohminna saysits warm herei say what is itits 16 degreesthere you goone mans blizzardis another mans heatwave sweden in summeris just about the nicest place ya could imaginestockholm empties outyou got the city to yerself if ya wantthe archipelago!the forests!the islands!if you aint ever been to scandanaviaget thy ass there now at onceyou wont be disappointedthose swedes look like us anglo typesbut underneath their quite differentthoroughly civilizeda different take on things i love sweden in summerit doesnt ever really get darkthe evenings stretch on and onstrange lightthose melancholy swedesthe huge mosquitoes i never expectedthe cold water that flows under the warmthe deep ancient lakestheir ceremonies and ritualsone of the 1st countries to turn their back on waryou gotta go there to understand emits worth it thodark n miserable in winterthe north explodes into colour when its warm(hopefully….sometimes summer never really materializesand then you get 17 […]

good day
hows life in the multiverse, today?

before i go any further
i must shamelessly spruik my gig
this friday night
at the winebank in sydney
martin place-ish, 9 15
with my jazzcats + laney
please come
itll be yer last chance to see me for a while
unless you live in hungry
or eyeland
or grate brittin’
or spane
after that im having a brief holiday
with my twillipops
who turn 15 on the 7th of june
which is why elli is elektra june
and who i wrote that song june for
for the first time ever
little minna is taller and heavier than her sis
ah i said
you can beat her up now
minna says
yeah i know
elli is quite over her op now
and thanks fer yer support
after a few setbacks
minna is looking at her options…
hoping to spend some time at their country house
which has no lectricity
no running water or conveniences
back to nature
you wash in the lake there
hoping it aint too cold…
but cold is relative
eg
i ring minna
minna its cold here
what is it?
its 16 degrees
oh
minna says
its warm here
i say what is it
its 16 degrees
there you go
one mans blizzard
is another mans heatwave

sweden in summer
is just about the nicest place ya could imagine
stockholm empties out
you got the city to yerself if ya want
the archipelago!
the forests!
the islands!
if you aint ever been to scandanavia
get thy ass there now at once
you wont be disappointed
those swedes look like us anglo types
but underneath their quite different
thoroughly civilized
a different take on things

i love sweden in summer
it doesnt ever really get dark
the evenings stretch on and on
strange light
those melancholy swedes
the huge mosquitoes i never expected
the cold water that flows under the warm
the deep ancient lakes
their ceremonies and rituals
one of the 1st countries to turn their back on war
you gotta go there to understand em
its worth it tho
dark n miserable in winter
the north explodes into colour when its warm
(hopefully….
sometimes summer never really materializes
and then you get 17 degrees and overcast
for 3 months and this plunges em
into a northern despair)
at first the scandics seem a little cold and snooty
but thats just the way they speak english
dont let it put ya off too much
any way
thats where i’ll be for a cuppla weex in june
and im happy bout that
i guess thats really it or today
been playing the go bes a lot
i wonder where grant is right now…?
goodbye fiendss
lotsa love
sk

in the early morning rain……

hello fiendss i hail the one godwho comes in many guisesthe god who unfurled this universe from his dreamsgave it substancewho designed the leaves and the birdsand the oceans and the amoebaa beautiful godso far beyond our comprehensionthat our greatest genius could only ever understanda tiny little part at a timeopen your eyesopen your heartscan you not feel his great powercoursing thru the air and stonesthru the living and the deadthru the angels and the animalsi have so much to be thankful formy 5 beautiful daughtersmy mother and my 2 dear brothersmy wifemy uncles n auntsmy niece n my nephewsmy friendswho sustain meim gonna mention some namesmichael hdonald bsarah lsimon psamuel smarty wppeter ktimothy pjorden bdavid tchris wann-marie gmichelle wsean mjonathan zjane zdavid lwil-ograham nholly jpatty hkeith ftrevor bnick lcaptain mdutch pduane halex htony pamy szoe mwendy mwendy aglenny wgeorge ?penelope hmatty cpauly hmartin kmark s oh god ive probably forgotten someone importantall my relativesall my cousinsall my fans n fiendss n ‘ficianados its a misty rainy morningbaby bombadil is sleepin’evie starr and aurora bigglesit at the table herecolouring incentrepoint tower and the hubba bridgeare obscured by cloudthe world is enveloped by sweet soft rainthe clock ticksthe girls pens glide accross their paper almost soundlesslynk has 5 minutes to herself in the showerbefore resuming her 24 hour a day job as mother yessaday we have a lovely dayvisit the art museumlast day of self portrait exhibitiona van gogh!howcome nobody knew he wazza a geniuswhile he was still alive?its fucking obvious…isnt it?the archibald prize..at least the winner better than last years disasterwe walk thru botanical gardensall the variety of bloomsthe bats..the huge ancient treesfamiliesloverstouristsall shapes colours sizesi say this is what heaven could be likee and a practice cartwheelshow come all girls love to do this…..?we feed the ducks and the […]

hello fiendss

i hail the one god
who comes in many guises
the god who unfurled this universe from his dreams
gave it substance
who designed the leaves and the birds
and the oceans and the amoeba
a beautiful god
so far beyond our comprehension
that our greatest genius
could only ever understand
a tiny little part at a time
open your eyes
open your hearts
can you not feel his great power
coursing thru the air and stones
thru the living and the dead
thru the angels and the animals
i have so much to be thankful for
my 5 beautiful daughters
my mother and my 2 dear brothers
my wife
my uncles n aunts
my niece n my nephews
my friends
who sustain me
im gonna mention some names
michael h
donald b
sarah l
simon p
samuel s
marty wp
peter k
timothy p
jorden b
david t
chris w
ann-marie g
michelle w
sean m
jonathan z
jane z
david l
wil-o
graham n
holly j
patty h
keith f
trevor b
nick l
captain m
dutch p
duane h
alex h
tony p
amy s
zoe m
wendy m
wendy a
glenny w
george ?
penelope h
matty c
pauly h
martin k
mark s

oh god ive probably forgotten someone important
all my relatives
all my cousins
all my fans n fiendss n ‘ficianados

its a misty rainy morning
baby bombadil is sleepin’
evie starr and aurora biggle
sit at the table here
colouring in
centrepoint tower and the hubba bridge
are obscured by cloud
the world is enveloped by sweet soft rain
the clock ticks
the girls pens glide accross their paper almost soundlessly
nk has 5 minutes to herself in the shower
before resuming her 24 hour a day job as mother

yessaday we have a lovely day
visit the art museum
last day of self portrait exhibition
a van gogh!
howcome nobody knew he wazza a genius
while he was still alive?
its fucking obvious…isnt it?
the archibald prize..
at least the winner better than last years disaster
we walk thru botanical gardens
all the variety of blooms
the bats..
the huge ancient trees
families
lovers
tourists
all shapes colours sizes
i say this is what heaven could be like
e and a practice cartwheels
how come all girls love to do this…..?
we feed the ducks and the eels
we sit out front of the opera house
the girls shimmy and wriggle on the steps
more tourists
boats, ferries, hydrofoils
someone in the crowd is down
ambulance arrives
i return to my sad thoughts of grant and irene….
a day that memories are made of
i will be thankful for all this
i see all the plants n ferns n flowers
i see gods hand everywhere
what a gorgeous planet
the sky and clouds
the sea lapping the walls of the gardens
the happy people here
harmony
peace
we are the lucky ones…..

the huge cosmic god of light years and distances
also in my heart
whispering if i can listen
animating my flesh with life
animating all life with love
letting us have our chance
again n again
sending this soft sweet rain
sending us another day
to love each other
to create our dreams
to overcome the obstacles
to struggle with ourselves
to perservere against sorrow n loss
to remember the ones who are gone
to pave the way for those who will come
thank you heavenly father/mother
for my 51 years here
for my gifts
for the setbacks (which were gifts in disguise)
for all the chances
for all the leeway
for all the forgiveness

what more can i say
its another day
life!

sk

goodnight irene….

my dear fiendssmore bad news im afraidrusty rang me last nightmy dearest and sweetest relative evermy auntie irenedied yesterday of a heart attackmy auntie irene was married to my mums youngest brotheruncle kenthey were married in 1970i was at their weddingand everyone in my familyespecially me and my dadLOVED irenewe all called her weenieand she was a little cutie toosmall and chubbywe always said she looked like liz taylorbut much kinder and nicerme and my dad were always round thereat ken n irenes placethey were always up to something a little differentfor example hypnosisthey had a phase of doing self hypnosisand youd go round thereand there were people stretched out stiff between 2 chairswith other people sitting on em(to show how well self hyp worked)or the time the brazilian woman was getting em to drink all these strange herbsfor some very strange reasonirene thought i was a good kideven when the rest of the famthought i was a right royal precocious pain in the bottyand she and i had a great connectionshe was an amazing cook tooher yorkshire pudd was legendaryand my dad said she was the only personwho could rival my mum for good english cookinglast year ken and irene hadda relly-festand all but 2 of my mums 8 brothers n sisters was theremy doodles had a ball meeting up with all my cousins kids(i gotta million cousins)and spent most of the day in kens poolaunty irene was so pleased to see mebeckoning me into the kitchenallo, steven…come and look at this bread puddremember so n soand then she grabbed me and saidi knew you were gonna turn out alrightand it was like i was sixteen againwhen weenie n i would go out the back and smoke cigarettesshe always smoked a few regularsthen a consulate mentholwe used to have […]

my dear fiendss
more bad news im afraid
rusty rang me last night
my dearest and sweetest relative ever
my auntie irene
died yesterday of a heart attack
my auntie irene was married to my mums youngest brother
uncle ken
they were married in 1970
i was at their wedding
and everyone in my family
especially me and my dad
LOVED irene
we all called her weenie
and she was a little cutie too
small and chubby
we always said she looked like liz taylor
but much kinder and nicer
me and my dad were always round there
at ken n irenes place
they were always up to something a little different
for example hypnosis
they had a phase of doing self hypnosis
and youd go round there
and there were people stretched out stiff between 2 chairs
with other people sitting on em
(to show how well self hyp worked)
or the time the brazilian woman
was getting em to drink all these strange herbs
for some very strange reason
irene thought i was a good kid
even when the rest of the fam
thought i was a right royal precocious pain in the botty
and she and i had a great connection
she was an amazing cook too
her yorkshire pudd was legendary
and my dad said she was the only person
who could rival my mum for good english cooking
last year ken and irene hadda relly-fest
and all but 2 of my mums 8 brothers n sisters was there
my doodles had a ball meeting up with all my cousins kids
(i gotta million cousins)
and spent most of the day in kens pool
aunty irene was so pleased to see me
beckoning me into the kitchen
allo, steven…come and look at this bread pudd
remember so n so
and then she grabbed me and said
i knew you were gonna turn out alright
and it was like i was sixteen again
when weenie n i would go out the back and smoke cigarettes
she always smoked a few regulars
then a consulate menthol
we used to have some bloody laughs
one time k and i came over for a party
and i had this little label making machine
so i made little labels with the name barry pond
and stuck them on everything
barry pond was the name of my uncles ex-rival
for irenes affections
and irene was giggling all day
as she encountered another object with barry pond stuck to it
i think actually there is still an ashtray somewhere
bearing the barry pond legend to this day
eventually
when no one thought it was gonna happen
ken and irene had my darling cousin samantha
who grew up to become a skater
who skated on ice all over europe
and rose to the top of her profession
you see irene had been a big skater too
and encourage sam as a kid
and she was a natural
i was a real little sod to my uncle ken
mainly cos he was a patient kind kinda guy
and i was a cruel orrible bloody kid
but as i grew up a little
we played squash together
and hung out a bit
and really
they were the faves of all my mums many rellies
ken and irene came and saw the church play in2002
in canberra
we had a special table for them and petes mum n dad
i was still carrying a bit of surplus weight
in those days
and weenie , never one to pull punches
says
cor steve, you an “arf put on some weight
only she could get away with that, fiendss!
anyway last year
she was relieved to see me back down
to my svelte and lovely self
it didnt suit ya she said
although id been dreading the relly fest a bit
before going
me and nk had a wonderful time
and we all wished we could have a relly fest every week
a hilarious part was when all my mums brothers
starting reminiscing about my mums pre-dad boyfriends
cmon joycie
admit it
you were a bit of a heartbreaker, werent ya?
we all had such a laugh
and i was so pleased to be a part of the bennetts
the next day i was on my hotel balcony
punching my fists in the air
yo the bennetts!!!
i finally felt accepted by them all
and i realised how wonderful being part of a big extended family was
weenie was very nervous in case her bread pudd was not up to
its reputed legendary taste from the “old days”
but it was excellent
we had the BEST bloody time
you could have in a backyard in canberra
surrounded by a buncha kids
a buncha cousins
and a buncha olde pommy uncles n aunts
my mum is always saying
you know son
i dont know why
but irene thinks the sun shines outta your whatnot
now ive lost my biggest fan in the family
aunty irene
i love you
i will miss you
and you are one more person
i look forward to meeting
when i go to the great gig in the sky
i bet shes there saying
cor steve what took you so bloody long

they say bad luck comes in 3s
but i just lost 2 of the nicest friends i ever had
so surely that must count as a 3
vale auntie weenie
it was a delight knowing you
you were a gorgeous lady
steve

thet packed us up in boxes, wooden boxes, and sent us home

good mourning little fiendss yessaday we said our goodbyes to grantone of the worlds finest singers and writersone of the most sensitive and lovely of all rocks characterstaken from us too soontoo soonevery leaf that falls from the tree whisperstoo soonthe service was in a big old cathedral in brissypacked to the rafters with grants familyhis friendsand the many many fanswho came to pay their last respectsto a genuine one-off geniusthe service was oka few too many messages from our sponsor, maybebut it was okgrants brave sister sally spoke about himrobert f miraculously maintained his composureand gave us a very comforting speechabout hearing grants voice all weekthen grants partner emmaa beautiful lady..she gave us a few insightssome poemsi know she and grant loved each other very muchall 3 of these peopleshowing..what was that phrase, grantgrace under pressurei had my brutha rusty and good fiend wil-o with mebut i met and chatted to grants brother lachlanglenn bennie, we finally meet!tim whitten , a lovely lovely mantyrone n. from georgewho done some work with grant latelythis cat was beside himself with griefand we were reminiscing and crying and laughing togetherand we both realised that we loved grant so muchthat that alone made us friends for life(and ty, i forgive ya for singing the words of un moto almost with you ..it was a stressful dayand grant woulda thought that was hilarious)i had one of grants fave drinks a long island teawhich seemed to have 5 different white spirits in itand certainly knocked me aroundi met the moody and enigmatic ed kuepper(and i hugged him!!)what a gentlemeni met peter milton walsh of the apartmentspeter walsh of livid fame(no longer the bleary eyed idiot)the fiery lindy morrisonthe serene and lovely amanda brownof course the likable and handsome ian haugfrom p fingerwho loved grantley as […]

good mourning little fiendss

yessaday we said our goodbyes to grant
one of the worlds finest singers and writers
one of the most sensitive and lovely of all rocks characters
taken from us too soon
too soon
every leaf that falls from the tree whispers
too soon
the service was in a big old cathedral in brissy
packed to the rafters with grants family
his friends
and the many many fans
who came to pay their last respects
to a genuine one-off genius
the service was ok
a few too many messages from our sponsor, maybe
but it was ok
grants brave sister sally spoke about him
robert f miraculously maintained his composure
and gave us a very comforting speech
about hearing grants voice all week
then grants partner emma
a beautiful lady..
she gave us a few insights
some poems
i know she and grant loved each other very much
all 3 of these people
showing..
what was that phrase, grant
grace under pressure
i had my brutha rusty and good fiend wil-o with me
but i met and chatted to grants brother lachlan
glenn bennie, we finally meet!
tim whitten , a lovely lovely man
tyrone n. from george
who done some work with grant lately
this cat was beside himself with grief
and we were reminiscing and crying and laughing together
and we both realised that we loved grant so much
that that alone made us friends for life
(and ty, i forgive ya for singing the words of un mo
to almost with you ..it was a stressful day
and grant woulda thought that was hilarious)
i had one of grants fave drinks a long island tea
which seemed to have 5 different white spirits in it
and certainly knocked me around
i met the moody and enigmatic ed kuepper
(and i hugged him!!)
what a gentlemen
i met peter milton walsh of the apartments
peter walsh of livid fame(no longer the bleary eyed idiot)
the fiery lindy morrison
the serene and lovely amanda brown
of course the likable and handsome ian haug
from p finger
who loved grantley as much as me
(they did the far out corporation together)
and he was stunned to lose a mate like grant
everyone i met there
i say
did you know grant
oh yes theyd say
getting that smile on their face
i knew him well
it seems to know him
WAS
to love him
this man wasnt just admired and respected
HE WAS LOVED
and all of us
will miss him every day of our lives

grant if youre reading my blogg today
see if ya can get some good players together
for when i next see ya
i love you grant

on the way home russell gives me a book by kurt vonnegut
called a man without a country
and blow me down
if he aint saying the same things as me
about war, the bushes, guns, america
never forget fiendss
my wife and 2 of my daughters are american
a lot of my best friends and greatest heros too
me and kurt and michael moore
and the likes are not anti american
we love the ideal of america
we love what america could have been
but its all gone wrong fiendss
im sorry, it has
it wasnt sposed to be like this
america was sposed to be the country we all looked up to
the fair and righteous one
but as kurt says
now everyones afraid of it
everyone hates it
why did that have to happen

i saw a picture of george w and his brother jeb
and theyre saying ..next pres jeb?
and gw saying
hes a big strong guy…makes the decisions
fiendss have ya seen this fucking imbecile ?
surely
surely
in that huge country
they have 10 million men more suited
to this most crucial position
than this obviously stupid tub of lard
bathing in nepotism, cronyism
and fuck democracy we were born to rule
fiendss the bushes are going for a dynasty here
thats what ya fought yer war against us limeys for
in the first place
to get rid of one brutal moron handing
down the crown to his even more brutal stupid kids
now look what ya got
so after reading kurts little book
i am vindicated(he even goes into rants like me
complete with “fuckin’s and fuck offs when
he really gets mad)
this is a brilliant man
served his country ww2
and he says like me
no wars
no guns
love is the answer
etc etc etc
just the same stuff us
bohemians artists and intellectuals have been saying
for the last umpteen thousand years
but the aggressive turkeys always hi jack the agenda
and you get vietnam and iraq
which none of us ever wanted
you think vietnam woulda taught em all a lesson
but fuck no
these warlike types are thick n stupid
(and cowardly, they never do the fighting, themselves)
give fucking gw a gunny
and tell him to patrol the nasty suburbs of bag-dad
see how long he lasts
but everything i say you know already
if ya still hanging round saying
no iraqs a glorious victory
and thank god for the bomb
and nuke a gay whale for jesus
and all that…
i feel sorry for ya

thats it
read kurts book
itll only take ya an hour
i love ya
sk

wear a breast and be proud but bare gunns aint allowed

a big hello to all the firearms enthusiastswho set me straight on gunswhy gandhi loved guns…even the one that shot himwhy jesus loves gunswhy we need more gunsguns for everyonethank younow please desist you and i are diametrically opposedguns are made to kill and maim from a distanceyou see in the olden daysyou actually had to have some skilland some ballsif ya wanted to kill another manbut guns made it much much much easierjus’ squeeze that cute lil trigger, kidsscmon you dont have to know nuthin’bang bangyou just saved liberty look im sorryi tolerate most stuff on herebut i think you got the wrong blogg misteri dont know frankly why youre here at allyou mustnt have listened to my songs, dudeyou werent tuned into my wavelength, amigoso look im suretheres plenty of bloggs and chat pageswhere you guys can gotalk your brave and big talkabout fucking militias and assault riflesand dum dumshand grenades(every family needs em to protectthe land of the free)why stop therefree bazookasrocketsthe whole lotyou see guns save livesguns stop warsguns are better for ya than potguns are your rightguns are your best friendsguns never hurt no one(they was framed!)guns are safeguns are manlyguns are for the free and rebellioustry shootingyoull like it im sorryi think you got it so wrongthat we aint on the same pagewhat are you doing herepleasepleasepleaseno more progun stuffim asking ya respectfullyi ask you as a son of a man who gave 5 years of his youthshooting and being shot atin france, italy and germanyHE DESPISED GUNSBRING ON YER BILEIT LL BE MANNA TO MEsk

a big hello to all the firearms enthusiasts
who set me straight on guns
why gandhi loved guns…even the one that shot him
why jesus loves guns
why we need more guns
guns for everyone
thank you
now please desist
you and i are diametrically opposed
guns are made to kill and maim from a distance
you see in the olden days
you actually had to have some skill
and some balls
if ya wanted to kill another man
but guns made it much much much easier
jus’ squeeze that cute lil trigger, kidss
cmon you dont have to know nuthin’
bang bang
you just saved liberty

look im sorry
i tolerate most stuff on here
but i think you got the wrong blogg mister
i dont know frankly why youre here at all
you mustnt have listened to my songs, dude
you werent tuned into my wavelength, amigo
so look im sure
theres plenty of bloggs and chat pages
where you guys can go
talk your brave and big talk
about fucking militias and assault rifles
and dum dums
hand grenades
(every family needs em to protect
the land of the free)
why stop there
free bazookas
rockets
the whole lot
you see guns save lives
guns stop wars
guns are better for ya than pot
guns are your right
guns are your best friends
guns never hurt no one
(they was framed!)
guns are safe
guns are manly
guns are for the free and rebellious
try shooting
youll like it

im sorry
i think you got it so wrong
that we aint on the same page
what are you doing here
please
please
please
no more progun stuff
im asking ya respectfully
i ask you as a son of a man who gave 5 years of his youth
shooting and being shot at
in france, italy and germany
HE DESPISED GUNS
BRING ON YER BILE
IT LL BE MANNA TO ME
sk

stupid magician, with his cloak and his wand…..

early morning to ya fiendssive been up an hourmeditatedchi gongback killing mei tried everythingevey yoga pose i knowhang from a bar says tim p.hang out in a bar says david ldencorubanti inflammatoriesbig doses of aspirin, codeine, ibroproofuna pair of city mollsnks worked on itthe masseur at the pool worked on itnow todayi drop an a bomb on my twisted knotted backan hour of acupunctureif you aint had acupuncture fiendssand ya gotta badde back get out thereand get those needles into yai wassa in the sauna yessadaydiscussing acu and other arcane healing artsand this woman saysi couldnt get pregnant without acupuncturei says (quick as a flash) (straight of the cuff)there ya go…all you needed was a little prick(canned laughter)but seriously folks….acupunture is goode forback, neck, shoulder, or headachesacneimpotenceinsomnia( a miracle cure)and loads of other nasty painful thingsya see once i wassa getting off the geari hadnt slept for about 2 weeks at alland i was, in its widest sense, tired and emotionali was in la of all placesbut lord vishnu must have been watching down on me that daycos very early one morningafter trying warm baths, massages, sleeping pillsherbs, hypnotism, and simply tiring myself outi was exasperated BEYOND BELIEFnow this is the very very nastiest thing about the gearthat the hysterical newspapers and hip smack priests (now theres a temporary position)dont tell ya aboutwhen you get off a serious opiate addictionyou may not literally sleep for weeeks or even monthsyou are so unbelievably exhaustedyour head falls back on the pillowyou close your eyesyou start to driftthen ……clickthis printer is out of inkyepyou aint got the chemicals ya needto sleepyou CANT go to sleepand ya seeafter 2 or 3 weeks of zero sleepi was hallucinating, hearing voicescrying at anything at alleverything broke my fucking heart fiendssthe veneer was stripped backi had nothing […]

early morning to ya fiendss
ive been up an hour
meditated
chi gong
back killing me
i tried everything
evey yoga pose i know
hang from a bar says tim p.
hang out in a bar says david l
dencorub
anti inflammatories
big doses of aspirin, codeine, ibroproofun
a pair of city molls
nks worked on it
the masseur at the pool worked on it
now today
i drop an a bomb on my twisted knotted back
an hour of acupuncture
if you aint had acupuncture fiendss
and ya gotta badde back
get out there
and get those needles into ya
i wassa in the sauna yessaday
discussing acu and other arcane healing arts
and this woman says
i couldnt get pregnant without acupuncture
i says (quick as a flash) (straight of the cuff)
there ya go…all you needed was a little prick
(canned laughter)
but seriously folks….
acupunture is goode for
back, neck, shoulder, or headaches
acne
impotence
insomnia( a miracle cure)
and loads of other nasty painful things
ya see once i wassa getting off the gear
i hadnt slept for about 2 weeks at all
and i was, in its widest sense, tired and emotional
i was in la of all places
but lord vishnu must have been watching down on me that day
cos very early one morning
after trying warm baths, massages, sleeping pills
herbs, hypnotism, and simply tiring myself out
i was exasperated BEYOND BELIEF
now this is the very very nastiest thing about the gear
that the hysterical newspapers and hip smack priests
(now theres a temporary position)
dont tell ya about
when you get off a serious opiate addiction
you may not literally sleep for weeeks or even months
you are so unbelievably exhausted
your head falls back on the pillow
you close your eyes
you start to drift
then ……
click
this printer is out of ink
yep
you aint got the chemicals ya need
to sleep
you CANT go to sleep
and ya see
after 2 or 3 weeks of zero sleep
i was hallucinating, hearing voices
crying at anything at all
everything broke my fucking heart fiendss
the veneer was stripped back
i had nothing between me and a resovoir of tears
id never cried when i should have
and they all wanted to be cried NOW!!!!
i see mickey and minnie mouse embrace
i bawl my eyes out
i was crying watching the commercials..
i just wanted sleep so badde

now actually once in a rehab
i prayed and the sweet lord had granted me
30 minutes of nectar-like rest
and a lucid dream in which the lord appeared
and we walked together in beautiful gardens,
and when i awoke i was refreshed and renewed
but that didnt happen this time
i couldnt pray as singlepointedly as i had the other
and i was left to my own devices…

but this time
i was back in l a
i had gotten over most of the really nasty stuff
you know like cramps sweats vomiting etc
i was battered
an endorphin-less
and seratonin-less wreck
any how
aftet another sleepless night in a hateful hotel
a nasty nylony plasticy fake type modern hotel
i stumbled into a “drugstore” or pharmacy or chemist shop
or even apotek
as the lovely swedes say
(related to our old apothecary)
im in this pill shop
looking at mountains of painkillers
not a fucking one with codeine in it
ya see fiendss
codeine is a mild narcotic
it comes from the poppy
its one of opiums many alkaloids
so if ya can get a bit of codeine in yer system
you can stave of the horrors a tiny bit better
but
codeine aint legal in the u.s, or sweden
without a quack givin’ ya a script
in australia they always put paracetamol or ibuprof
in there
so any jonesing junky trying to take a big codeine dose
is gonna get a nasty surprise
when his liver gives out from the other stuff in the pills
theres a bit of western logic for ya!
any how
im trying to read all the labels on the stuff in this chemists
i was quite a little pharmacological whizz by this stage
i could spot a pseudo opiate in the drug company lingo
a mile off
anything anything
if i could get 5 minutes sleep
disengage my screaming brain and nerves
the i tunes in my brain was stuck on a horror
eternal flame by the bingles
round and round
“give me your hand darlin, can you feel my heart beating
do you understand…”
oh no
sometimes i had to throw something even worse in there
like swallowing a spider to catch a fly
something really vile
like one of my own songs…
which i couldnt bear to touch
when i felt this way
anyhow
im looking through the pills
when this older, kinda jewish lady
says ah whaddya lookin for, sir
i give her an impatient look
how could she understand MY pain
ah i dunno
she says
maybe i can help ya
i look at her
i say
i doubt it
she says you lookin for painkillers
i say yep
she says nothin here doin it for ya
i say nope
she says what are your symptoms
i say my backs killing me
i aint slept for 2 weeks
ya got anything for that?
she says nothing here
i say thats whatti thought
she says i think i can help ya
i say look im getting over a narcotic habit
she says yeah, i know
she says im an acupuncturist
i’ll put ya to sleep
i guarantee it
now i was very very sceptical
cos i had just come from dublin
where my dear friend frankie x
had hooked my up with the chinese woman
atta clinic
and she was acupuncture personified
chinese studied in peking
but she couldnae budge my insomnia
so i couldnt see how this small gladys kravitz
was gonna be any help
but she gave me her card
she said come and see me
and when i looked in her eye
her spirit jumped the gulf and said
i aint fooling!!!
so i go round her very hollywood little bungalow
im starting to think this wasnt a good idea
lay down on the table
she starts sticking in the pins
one in the top of my head
a network of em all over my back
she connects the one in my head
to a little generator
and gives me a few volts
to the skull
next thing i know
ive left my wartorn body
ah im out in deep space
or deep in inner space
or somewhere black and soothing
i have expanded to take up everywhere
but i also have ceased to exist
oh fiendss this is a beautiful place
and you can get there by meditation and yoga
and opiates get you there too
but what a terrible price to pay
where oblivion is beckoning
where leviathan is reckoning
you see fiendss
you gotta earn yer ticket to this place
or youll have to pay some nasty fines
anyway anyway
to cut this long story short
the lady woke me up
and said steven
honey youve been sleeping for an hour and a half
im sorry to wake ya up, my next patient is here
fiendss
i paid the lady
i tipped her good
i gave her a jubilant hug
and thanked her profusely
yes
i had underestimated someone AGAIN
because of their looks
but
id had some precious sleep
and shed broken my slumber-drought
so get a good acupuncturist fiendss
if ya ache or cant sleep
i guess thats the moral of todays rant

tomorrows grants funeral
goodbye
sk