The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

adder-laide heirport
eating asian stirfry w/tofu
yum yum
(cept for capsicum!)
jimi our roadie says free intanet
and bang
here i am just like that
i reckon we were pretty good last nite
except for a foul illness
which swept upon me about an hour before i went on
shiverin’ n shakin’
my nose blocked
a fever
a sudden unbearable weariness
i take 2 codral coldes
get jazzy
the old ones with pseudo ephedrine
i knock back some red bully
and some copious jagers
i pull on earphones n receiver pack
we go on
voila! the lights n sound anaethetize me
the music begins
i dont care we in some pub in adelaide
transcendance project intitialised
bass guitar engaged
lyrics begin transferring to mouth
unrolling from wherever they normally hide
in my memory….
despite everything
we play pretty ok (i guess)
the musics playing me these days
the music plying me these daze
i just hanging on
i tickle the strings
i open my mouth
someone singin’ out there
someone singin’ therein
oh dig those lyrics
what the fuck is this all about
miracle streets n ionian blooze
the guitars writhe n beg for release
the drums pound bang boom crash
the airport intrudes with its announcements
people stream past
adelaide could be indianapolis
oh i cant wait to play again!
i walk on and a portal opens
i step in there
and i lose myself inside it
music suggesting everything at once
we strafe the audience with possibilitees
we rock n we roll
oh my my
space rock electrique
the mellifluous slipstream of the planets
sucks me into motion
wave particles
pointillistic music
colour washed music
pixilated music
my flight is announced
i guess im gonna go!
i love ya
sk

all the tiny things speaking to me again
i cant get out of my head
i cant get it out of my head
the outside is oppressing
the inside is tired and rapidly emptying
david sylvian sings we used to do things my way
cold feet
cold heart
stifle a shiver
silver morning blues
a jet passes overhead
more separation
the leaves sway impossibly
someone or something must be shaking the tree
ugly birds in its nests
sharp claw n beak
streamlined feathered for the dive
when it plucks some other bird fresh from thin air
or plucks up some scurrying thing soundlessly
the sun is ashamed of itself today
it has let its solar system run down
it hangs quietly behind a cloud
like a soft over ripe peach
now sun
show yourself
reveal yourself
dispel the shadows which remain
names fill my mind
faces of school mates
and where they sat in my class
all of them olde now like me
fallen victim to years
their youth fled forever
theyre out there
wandering this world
someone else has a turn at school
someone else is born
someone else passes away
the circle must be completed they say
the wheel of karma inexorable, fiendss
you make your bed
you gonna lie in it
or tell the truth?
small things spook me
whats hunting me down?
time?
age?
failure?
big black nemesis
anathema personified
with plenty of kudos
tiny insects gather in clouds
christmas beetles at easter
a bucket full of starfish
a punnet of angelfruit
in season unseasonably early
the soft flesh melts in my mouth
its dark juice stains my lips
its seeds i spit with disdain
its aroma of heaven
its taste of miracle
my guardian angel appears
apart from that busted arm
you aint got nuthin’ to complain about
he/she says
i perform the ceremony of combustion
the pool is closed today
our day of rest says another swimmer once
the breast strokers sabbath
my ears sing the body electric
and something very wicked this way comes
harry houdini in negative
the man who gets you all into a trap
meanwhile
in a beachside suburb of sydney australia
the sun struggles feebly in the sky
the children cough n sneeze with colds
the baby sees me
oh wow she says
gum trees bow n scrape to the wind
white clouds fill the firmanent
a huge dead cockroach
reanimated by the dismantling ants
a lizard trusts me within arms reach
its trying to catch a tan in this mist/smog/cloud
small stupid dogs occaisionally bark hysterically
woof woof woofsy woof
the unfortunate don their costumes
and hit the trail to work
a huge fluorolit room
cubicled off
computers flashing figures
cups of coffeee
n ciggie break
boss an angry shape n voice looming
yeblik, wheres that report on the humphries account?
sorry boss
but i been looking at the sky?
yeblik, have you seen these figures?
sorry boss, i been writing poetry
yeblik, im having you fired
sorry boss, im going to leave anyway
im going to sydanee
im going to start a rocknroll groop
we’re gonna go on n on non
for yearsnyeahs
yeblik, youll never amount to anything out there
oh yessiree mr boss how right you were
my reverie fades
my shoulders aching from hefting the bass for hours
and from typing this letter to you
well thats more like it
the sun heaves itself free
sydanee puts on its sunny funny face
yeah
just like surf city
the models n alternahunks
the xpensif restaraunts
the wine n seafood n ha ha ha
put it on the account eh, darling?
coming out for lunch down the pier, gang?
no we’re off on percys yacht
we’re having a long weekend down at cyrils n prus
champers n oysterfeast
the pearls are real
and forming in the sea
rehearsals closing in on me
incessant racquet n argy bargy
im too olde for it all
i want to sit in my caravan
and drink a mug of grreen tea n paint
i dont want to be anywhere at a particular time
i dont like traffic
i dont like sittin’ in cars all day
i dont like the misery n citys ripped backsides
i dont like the tunnels full o’ fumes
but i like you
and i dont like to say goodbye
but i must
thats it
xxxx

we were talking…
georges lovely within you without comes on shuffle
then coincidentally
eyes smeared with the ointment of love
a track russell n i did for guilt tripes 1st alb
and yes its got that melting into the lords effulgence feel
rustys harmonica bends a note
the synths arc up and on into the blue skies
the drum machine hisses
perfectly in time
scarlet starts to sway to the music
children…at what deep level do they dig music?
as she gently rocks holding on to a chair
she looks into my eyes
and her soul wordlessly communicates with mine
oh music is good isnt it? she thinks to me
you betcha kid i send her winged words
sometimes shes says oh wow out loud
its like shes tripping 24 hours a day
everything fills her with delightnwunder
she lays her forehead on my knee
and goes very still
then she looks up
with her dark blue eyes
and then puts her head down again
and
bites me
4 sharp tiny razor-teeth nipping on yer leg
no i say
the mere mention of the word no
her face crumples
the bottom lip comes out quivering
her very bolan like corkscrew curls trembling
on her big baby head
it seems like shes enjoying herself most o the time
but one really silly thing about babies is
they dont know when theyre tired
just like a lotta people dont know when theyre drunk
tired babies
drunk turkeys
very similar if i come to think of it
and i do
they both are doing it to themselves
and thats what really hurts
i mean baby, if ya really so tired
lie down n have a bloody nap why dontcha?
stead of a’cryin’ n wrigglin’ round on big daddyos lapp
and if yer so drunk
that ya talking a loada bullshit real loud in some poor bastards face
go n have a little lie down too
if youre drunk please avoid me like the plague
no point beyond this alcohol
i dont mind a stoned rave if its inspired
but a loada booze fuelled toffee bores the beard offa mee
some bleary beery bonzo promisin’ ya the fuckin’ moon
loudly n aggressively showing off
touching ya and stuff
a drunken woman once in nebraska
backstage
she says
to me
“why dontcha smile?”
i shoulda said
lady, do i turn up at your job n hassle you?
maybe i aint smiling cos im exhausted n stoned n jus’
played for 2 hours n im sweaty n shy n tired n wired
n my meters expired….
but i just ignored her
so she grabbed my face and showed me how to “smile”
by sorta pulling my lips upwards
she was so drunk n obnoxious
she got thrown out
and she stood outside on the street
still screaming abuse at me hours later
you know
i dont think pot smokers carry on like that
i mean
ya just couldnt be bothered could ya?
anyway alcohols a poison
but i guess i’ll still have a drink or 2 in addy-laid this fryday
yep im a hypocritto
so sue me
babies n drunks
alternahunks
byzantine monks
in swimming elephant trunks
these are a few of the things that perplex me
robbie williams is a loathesome gnome
oh how i wish he could go away for a while
he fills me with embarrassment
so obvious n cliched his showbiz mannerisms
n ‘is cocknee dodger “persona”
you want the obvious you get the obvious
says toddy r
did it have to be someone as awful as williams?
hes like a spoilt brat showing off at his own birthday party
cmon this dude sold a million tickets in one day!
am i crazy?
i would leave the country to avoid seeing him “perform”
maudlin,randy, winking,cocky little git
its a disgrace
anathema!
let this all be null n void
let a darkness appear n swallow me
i must now drive across sydney to re hurse
thats it
the end
goodbyee

tuesday
garbage day
6.56 a.m.
cloudy cool day
cosmic jokers plays quietly in the corner
feet feel cold n milesaway
a bamboo plant moves softly in the breeze
man of troubles
man of many small niggly worries
that scurry from sight
avoiding the light
preferring the night…
ears ringin’ like reverb chambers
clock like metronome
60 beats per minute
a quiet insistent rim-shot
tickin’ my life away
bit by bit
second on second
the streets are quiet
i imagine the horror
of heaving myself outta bed
pulling on my suit
and exiting quietly……for work!
thank you lord
i do not have to “work”
but i cant work
i dont work
and i dont do work
work aint working for me
if ya dont work it
it wont work
so work it yer worth it
study….hah!
i can only concentrate on things i like
then im a daemon
but study, work, decisions
everyone knows im useless
i’m the guy sprouting songs
but cant change a light year
im the guy who could knock out some bullshit onna blogge
but doesnt know how to download a mp fucking 3 fyle
i only just yessaday discovered shuffle on my eyepodd
dont go camping with me…
well, you werent planning to
its for certain we’d be eaten by bears
or busted by rangers
or maybe vicey versa
i am anathema to organization(s)
i’m a perpetual scruff
im casual all year round
if ya see me in a suit ya know its serious
i wish it was like that
for all those like me who are uninclined to work
the beasts n the birds dont work
and theyre all getting by
eating, having sex, roamin’ about
look at humans
struggling away in fluoro lit office-jails
just to get what the beasts get for free
if you dismantled the milly-terry
you could just pay us bohemians n hippies
to stay at home n goof off
not clog up ye olde werk faucet
not waste the “straights” time
trying to process us
you see
there are people who wanna work….
(yes, its true!)
people like me shouldnt stand in their way
i retired myself for their sakes
so they didnt have ta fit a starshaped peg
into their squaare hole…
everybodies different
i know that
viva la difference
i just want em to let my people go
but my people still get paid
the leisure society
sure sure the “straights” can have all the beemers n gold
as far as im fuckin’ concerned
just pay us ‘orrible ‘ippies to stay ‘ome if we want
itd be better for everyone
youd apply to the govvyment for a hippy licence
thered be an interview
are you a pothead?
do you like kraut,space or cosmic rock?
have you ever at anytime worn paisley or floral?
do you consider strawberry fields forever says it all?
do you ever read “eastern” stuff?
do you like trees?
do you hate huntin’ and the fuckin’ footy?
do you disdain killed food and corpseburgers?
do you hate caked on makeup n perf-fume?
do you enjoy poetry?
do you enjoy kids books still?
do you love yonder oceans n lakes n rivers?
do you wish things could be more peaceful?
do you disdain yobbos gettin’ in yer face in pubs?
do you ever wish for a bit more understanding?
do you think bushy n the rest are pathetic?
do you ever look at the idiots in charge down here
and say what the f…….?
look
if you answered yes to more than 3 of those quezzies
you may be eligible for the hippy benefit payment
which means you stay home
we give ya 50 grand a year
you do whatever the hell you like
as long as you promise
not to ever darken the work-faucets doorstep again
you see now that every army on earth has been sacked
and all the weapons melted down for playgrounds
and all the money redistributed to the bohemians
theres been a big boom in the art supplies sector
and in instrument shops
the florists are doing well
as well as the veggie cafes
the beaches are full of bathers
the countrys full of picnickers
the libraries are full of readers
everyone is happy forever n ever
ah men

urr…time to wake up now nevets
you old youtopian daydreemah
it’ll never work!
work?
yep
work.

you woulda thort a songwriting competition
was gonna arm yer olde humble scribe
with some bloggy ammunition
you know some arguments
or some aweful songs
or someone mind blowingly amazing
some angry contestants
a clash with other judges,perhaps
but no
it was a very very mild day
and relatively poor trawling for “incidents”
i left syd-knee at about 10 30
it was about 28 degrees celsius
(look it up on yer computer all you americans
who dont know what that is in fahrenheit
i cant be yer metric converter ferever)
after one hours smooth flyin’
ye olde pilate says the wind in yon melby be 80 knots
(whatever the fuck a knot is)
(but 80 of em is quite windy)
suddenly descending from the royal blue sky
we encounter the mellbinnish weather
the plane bounces around
plunges and shakes
olde sk got cold sweat coming
capitan in cockpitt
says
everyaone sit down now
oh im praying to vishnu
take this mother-ship down
finally after a loada
plummetting n jerking n swaying
we land in a huge spray of silver water
“welcome to sunny mellbin”
intones capitan joker pilate
“its 16 degrees”
i hurry thru aeropuerte easily
having no baggage
other than my rubber skin ipodd
and book
walk straight out the door
jump into yon cabby
i check to see if good sir cabby
wants a convahsation
nope
he dont
he doesnt speak the olde inglise that well
and hes happier if i stick me ipoddy back on
(how all this ipodding must be further fucking up my ears!)
i listen to a compilation cd a druid in italy gave to me
years ago in 2002
its got a little opera lite kinda stuff
italian amore amore romantic ballads
one track by lisa gerrard which sounds like
a song someone wrote in nineveh or carthage
in another language she only understands
this song is unbelievable
its simply unbelievable
and shes australian
its a bit like the singin’ she does on the glad-‘e ate ‘er
when croweys enterin’ the elysian fields
n mrs maximus is awaitin’ on him
to soothe his troubled brow forever n ever
lisas vibrato n control are fuckin breathtaking
just her n this string machine
the song swoops n glides thru strange pastures
at the end we hear an audience applaud
n we realise it was live!
this music being directly channelled
from another time n place
another track is by brendan perry
who was also the other half of the
super fabulous n medieval dead can dance
his track called the voyage of bran
is also a bloody beauty
close yer eyes
and yer in a coracle gently winding
a river in ancient britain
birds twittering n cawing in the soft engish summer
yer a celt
dressed in skins
and living in a world of deep beltane magic
perrys resonant voice and superb guitar
+ a few strange instruments i cant recognize
anyway after this song we arrive in northcote
where theyre havin a festival
trouble is the weathers havin’ a festivalof its own
called the cold windy n rainy festival
i make my way into this cosy little venue
out back of the town hall
very civilized indeed
the people running the show are very nice
the other judges are very nice
mick thomas from weddings parties anything
now with the sure thing
i dunno how to describe his music
sorta aussie colonial stuff
hes pretty popular down here in melb
and hes an honest friendly kinda bloke
the other judge was a lady
with a complicated non anglo name
that i dont wanna mispell
but she was v. nice n reasonable too
we were given these sheets
that ye olde real big songwriting contests use
they hadda loada questions on em
like
does the chorus differ from the verse
do the lyrics suit the music
do the lyrics have an emotional response
etc
and you had to give it a one to 4 rating
plus comments
the place was packed with family n friends
3 categories:open, junior, n a theme of celebration
yeah they were all pretty ok
a lady who sang a song about men
“i dont understand them n they dont understand me”
easily won the open
the under 18s were a bit harder
i said one
the lady said another
mick had the decider
when he said the one i said
the lady was very gracious
no argy bargy
which is great when yer there
but gives ya no “incidents” for yon blogge
the theme section was won by a dude
who didnt stick to the theme one little bit
but he hadda lovely song about money
that he sang in a lovely sad way
we decided to give him the prize
everyone was happy
organizers
crowd
other judges
even me
i made a little off the cuff speech
about the importance of songwriters
along the lines of
did ya know that it aint those
red wine swilling fat execs in their
vip bathroom skyscraper offices
who earn a million bux a year
workin for the xyz monopoly record co
that make the music biz go round?
nope
its the humble songrighter!
like moi
yer humble correspondant
anyway after gig n photos with winnahs
i drop in to visit the lord of misrule
and her white animal familiar
but only for about 20 mins
time for a cuppa n a smoko
then a cab driver from turkey
“sydney = istanbul
melbourne= ankara”
almost runs us into the barrier on freeway
about 3 times so engrossed in conversation
with yer humble reporter
(who has the gift of the gab n straddles all walksa life)
i have to say
yer a lovely man
but yer drivings atrocious
safely arrive at aeropuerte
buy roast vege fuccacio
but its all the fuckin veggies i hate
eggplant n capsicum…..yechhh!
big winds mean delayed for ages
finally come home
go to bed
get up
write this blogge
which leaves us
here
now

thats all

your beloved leader thanks his people in advance
for all your good wishes n love
n future gifts of space* music
many of you have asked
“where are you leading us?”
when you know my way is to meander
here n there
there n here
round n about
wrong way up one way streets
pointing at the sky but earthbound
wild goose chases
telepathicistic voyage
why
im taking you to n bondi
im taking you to cythera
im taking you to my heart
im taking you to each other
im taking you to yerself
im taking you to a little place i know in babylon
king nebby recommended it
its called the lions den…
im taking you across little egypt
im taking you to the cleaners
im taking you under with me
im taking you down the garden path
im taking you back
im taking you up on yer offer
im taking you off
im taking you on
take on me
take me on
ha ha a ha ha
white hippy moses aint got no clear destynation
i told ya we was lost years ago, milesago
prepare ye the way of the druglord
eo hippus
dawn horse
the long night of the “straights” is coming to an end
cant you feel it in your aerials n antennae
the hippies will burst back in a floral megasplosion
we will seize control of the infrastructure
even tho we dont even know what it is
we’ll live in solar powered wigwams
travel by thought
we’ll contact the nature spirits again
who will shower us in fruits n veg
we will live in the shuddering trees
we will ride the astral wind on the back of a dream
lives will be lived
stories will be told
magnificent chambers defying description
we will call down baal n zeus
cos olde g. hovah aint doin’ it for me no more
we will transcend our starflesh in orgies of organioid compounds
we will swim in skyriver
we will make love during the 1000 year andromedan nights
we will burn our noses snorting cosmic joy dust
we will be sore from caressing angels
we will traverse the endless spaces and never despair
we will all be geniuses
we will be young forever
we will all be as beautiful as the gods n goddesses themselves
what are you waiting for?
can you dig this mess baybee face?
i am the grey eyed pied piper of hammerin
the mountain is openin’
tir na nog
the garden of earthly delights
the back alley of unearthly delights
pleasure domes
decompression chambers
ensuites with jacuzzis
gold plated parking space
asteroidal vacations
immediate opportunities
vacancies for staff
openings for the right spirits
white spirit gate
have ya got it yet?

*if its not space , its disgrace

i am the white hippy moses
yonder lies the land of soy milk n manuka honey
i am a stoned martyr of space rock
st steven the second
the time being
some name me the freckle faced killah
others invoke me as sk
sometimes nevets when things are in reverse
i have been sent to sing this lullabye for you
i am the alpha
and the centauri
i am also a virgo with type o blood
my drivers licence expires 22/11/2006 A.D.
i have escaped from the “straights”
and i lead my people across the desserts
and wilda-nesses
out of slavery to gossip mags, tv and boy bands
i have parted the sea of mundanity
these are the commandments of my decka-logue
1 thou shalt not kill or eat killed things
2 thou shalt turn off tv +microwave+gasguzzlah
3 thou shalt buy all my merch n dice
4 thou shalt send free space rock cds etc to po box 7779,
bondi beach, nsw aust2026 but probably get no thanx or
reply
5 thou shalt do yoga chi gong swim-swim n walk evareeware
6 thou canst smoke the sacramental herb whenever you like(baybee)
7 thou shalt attend enmore tivoli n whatever it is in mellbin(if poss)
8 thou shalt try n understand
9 thou shalt not worship actors
10 a big fat hen

i am anathema to unimaginitive turkeys
in my right hand i hold the bottle of grape juice
in my left i hold the fender bass
52 years in the southern hemisphere
my veneers have been blasted by the sun and wind
my methods are random n chance
a real idiot savant
i stumble around in sound
and come up with my humble offering
to the great ones gone before me
yer lennons
yer dylans
yer bolans n bowies
yer floydwinds n enos
yer harleys n nelsons n stranges
yer foxxes
yer krautrockers
yer youngsteens n tomverlainesmith
i am the intersection of all these things
where parallel lines do truly converge
ancient nineveh n magnetic fields
i am the anachronism
i am king midas sideways
i am the reasonable reason
the unanswerable answer
those who seek me are few yet well rewarded
a high n lonely destiny said the nephews magician
i have delusions of grandeur
i have an ipodd in a black rubber skin
i have it on now as i listen to mare vaporum
if you think youve heard space rock
wait till you hear mimesis my children
i am determined to explore other realms n possibilities
i do not, have not let feeble minded criticisers
sway me from my mission
i am an egotistical yet modest man
i am old yes but so much younger than most
i came into this world 13 9 1954 A.S.K
i have been around much much longer than that
so too you my flokk, if you could but beleave it
i am the summoner of racquets with my 4 string wand
i wander slightly ahead of the kick
i hover n i glide n i propel
i am the surrealistic pillar
i am the king edward lear with my five daughters
i am a lewis carroll on drugs
i am aseeking xanadu
i am a refugee from politics wars n fluoro office wasteland
i am the 1st son of a 1st son of a 1st son
i am a son of a gun and a son of a bitch
i love to talk about myself
i love to make grand pronouncements
i love to be loved
i hate to be loved
i hate to be hated
but i never love to be hated
i protest the right to do what i want with my own consciousness
i dispute anyone anywheres right to kill anything for any reason
i love space rock
i love naive painters
i love arthur rimbaud n dylan thomas
i love cs lewis n melvyn peake
i love the twilight zone n
manuel on the isle of marvels
i need subtlety sometimes
i crave fine thoughts n original thinkers
i am forgiven at last
i am trying
i am leading you towards….?
i am the white hippy moses
amen jewel

eggo n the wiggly men up on a salt charge?
midget urine n vienna?
anthony n restaurant mark in atlantis?
krissy the grouper takes the hook line n sinka?
get painted n stone?
johnny garrett says something kinda ironic n pragmatic?
b bon can parlay voo fronsay?
gareth of notts joins love cult?
mr n mrs baal n zeus =hippy hippy shake?
staci grove sits on a log
pickin fleas off the back of her dog…oooh shes a nice cat!
i got on mah knees n i prayed to the sun
cos i knew my manhood had begun…
picture yerself as fool at a keyboard
typing a bloggy and rollin’ a spliff
somebody comments
you chuckle quite madly
that smartarse deserves quite a biff
eve n aurora appear on the shore-a
waiting to take you awa-ay
look for the one with the wiggly tooth n yer gone
killa in the sea with doodles
killa in the sea with doodles
ahhh ohhh!
maybe i am losing my tiny mind
hand shandy
you came n you gave without taking
but i sent you away
my ears arent ringing theyre screaming
every fuckin’ note that we ever played
still goin on n on inside my skull
my beard gettin longer n whiter (the anti-claus)
(sant a’claws)
my handsome face melting in the miasma of years
my sharp mind clouded with time n drugs n argy bargy
my memories foggy n unremembered
my eyesight dimmer not receiving at all
my hands feeble clutching at straws
my ego inflatable dolly
sucking me vapidly into a narcissistic void
my music a dull racquet
enki says hey nevets
its the beginning of sumer
zeus says
what the fuck?
howcome no one worships me anymore?
pan says little to the left
little to the right
newspapers say takeover rumours swirled round stockmarket
birds outside window say tweet tweet tweet
which in bird language means
ooh yer still a handsome olde parrot
dollar down
gold down
all ordinaries down
ducklings down
dont you ever listen?
dont you ever learn?
todd rundgren , did you really sing the cars songs?
on sunday im flyin’ to mellbin
to judge a songwritin contest
jesus christ!
has it come to this?
lovely song, young man
now just to get the words n music
and yer there!!
lovely song, young lady
have you ever considered a career in shoes?
i thought it was a wet tshirt contest i was judgin’….
(hes a liquid)
imagine if my plane crashes
how will i keep bloggin’ till nov 22?
i will communicate via ouija boards
are you out there nevets?
one knock
are you on the otherside
one knock
do ya like guys eatin pizza n watchin the footy?
2 knocks
describe the afterlife then
frantic knocking
whos there?
nevets
nevets who?
nevets yeb-lik!

i dont get it

thank you
whoever you are who organized all this
you know who you are
you know who i think you are
but maybe you are so large and immanent
that you comfortably can wear a million names
or be completely nameless…
my own day yessaday was very nice
cold green pool
chi gong
hot sauna w/ spiritual discussion
soy chai with friends
little bit of thisnthat
pick up doodles
aurora sayin’ in her jimmy stewart voice
well ah dad ya see im too knackered to have a swim
2 n a half hours later
and after a friend has taught me how to surf underwater
and pop out of the wave
miss aurora still playin’ hard on a giant sandhill
i guess that illustrates the curative powers of the salt air
we get in and they both start devouring everything in sight
the swedes say the sea sucks
and it does
it sucks out yer anxiety n replaces it with a real sleepy bonhomie
no matter how freaked out you are
a good long dip in cold seawater gonna help some
if not piss the anxiety off altogether
you see the sea can fuck anxiety over
theres an axiom for ya
and the sea sucks at yer appetite
and you get hungry in a really nice way
except i always think of hot chips n potato scallops
but if when i occaisionally give in to this urge
i always regret it…..
i work on my painting
which is a portrait of 2 people
against a bondi background
but im trying to make everything VIVID
so ive taken a lotta liberties with their hair n clothes n stuff
so everything can be swirly n colourful
(get stoned n paint soon on dvd)
so i pick my most VIVID colours
n i listen to orion transfer
(deep space transmission)
and i jazz them n myself up
(oh you crazy old hippy archetype!)
el dude has paisley amoeba floating on lapels
la dudette has whales in pea green melange
bondi w/grey sky n buildings half colonial half modern
blocks of flats
the pines n the palms
i have a nice life i suppose
except its mine
and i’m in a horrible trap of taking it for granted
and ive known a few people like that
they have great lives
but they cant enjoy em cos theyre theirs
like a meal youve cooked yourself
you know how its all done
and youre a bit underwhelmed n blase by it
while others are saying wow this food is so nice…
dont underestimate all this
appreciation
i need to have more appreciation for things
be content
contentment yeah
one of the most desirable of all attributes
envying others ruins it
i know that
im sitting here now in my birthday present blue dressing gown
typing away this blog
global warming inc is presenting another “unnaturally” warm spring day
im gonna take yon childs to school
im gonna have aanother swim in pacific ocean
or is it the indian sea
im listening to ultravox systems of romance a lot lately
i saw an idiot in one of the english glossies
(yeah you know the ones that have dylan/beatles on every cover
and a cover version which is sure to have a song by ian mccullough)
anyway this idiot “journalist” gave the album 2 *s
how wrong you are mr writer
this is a four n a half ****s record
in my book anyway
sleek music with EXCELLENT lyrics
so so far ahead of its time
detached feelings executed in chrome in glass music
looking at the white world n the moon
i feel a soft exchange taking place…
john foxx i think youre one of the best lyricists ever on this record
talking of bobby dylan n ian mac
i ve heard dylans new record n i think its very funny
i also read that mccullough is up for assault
(what? no battery?)
on 2 members of audience in glasgow
there is an incredibly complicated news story
about 2 fans who heard that
“there might be a possibility of going backstage”
and when they went back n used mr mcculloughs toilets
he assaulted em
causing blood to appear on the female ones forehead
(not a good career move macca)
i reckon this had something to do with cocaine
(of course i MAY be wrong)
why else would the possibility of going backstage existed?
so you mac could hear how much ya loved killing moon in donnie darko?
i reckon loada drunken argy bargy ensued…
quite pathetic really
thank god it wasnt me involved
thats all i think
i aint beaten up any female fans yet
(im too scared to, they might beat me up back!)
oh dear
i think i just contravened my own no bad news rule
thats the sorta stuff you can do
if ya got yer own blogge
like i do
you can contra-dicked yerself
and confound yer readers
who keep thinking
that you are slightly sane and/or responsible adulty
ha ha
no thats just an act folks
i really am a crazy old hippy
trying to have a quiet life
and enjoy the surf
before the environment
spits the dummy forever
i love ya
sk

some bad things happen
some people never hadda chance
some people never were playin’ with a full deck….
this world seems like a vale of tears
the fragility of life
the slender thread
someone born damaged
a troubled life
a terrible end
still very very very young
tears flowing
words are inadequate
and then
as if that aint enuff
minna rings next day
now the twillies mum karin has something
getting the tests done
very brave n positive
could be same thing as twillies had
could be worse
hopefully maybe it aint as bad
i thought karin was invulnerable
(and here i say hi to my friend leigh g
who had the same thing as the twills
man, i hope you get off that walking stick
your new records great
and you got an amazing head of hair
and
a very lovely missus,
so cmon man
be healed)
you cannot take anything for given
i speak yesterday to my friend with the little boy
whos covered in sores cos his maternal grandad
was exposed to agent orange in vietnam
this kid paying the price
30 years after a war hes never heard of ended
his hands n feet are livid pink dried up skin
i say how ya goin young fella
this kid looks up
good he says
lyndon b johnson
are you lookin’ down on yer handiwork?
this kid is two years old…….
hows yer fuckin’ domino theory now
you pathetic dead ratbag?
gee sorry
did our defoliant go on
years n years afterwards
causing birth defects…?
whoops…..oh collateral damage..
take 2 landmines n call us in the morning…
so there you go
sadness everywhere
but the human spirit is to fight n hope
not to cave into despair
not to become cold n removed
not to give up n give in
theres gotta be reason for all these things
in the full perspective of time maybe
itll all become apparent
why we are assaulted n battered with loss
why it seems some people got all the luck
n why others aint got none
im sorry guys
i WISH i did have at least one answer for ya
i WISH i could say some comforting things here
all i can say is
i know as an incontrivertible fact
that there IS a god
i hope one day he can explain all this to us
i know theres a reason why
as impossibly painful as it seems
i dont believe things happen for no reason
but im aint getting much comfort from it…
cherish the ones you love
tell them at every opportunity that ya love em
thats all i can suggest right now
and i pray that my sweet lord
can send a little hope n love
to this poor old world
give us all signs
look homeward angel
all my love
steven

vale andrew s