The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

another cold day in sydnee town
im up early
back in the saddle again
i just noticed last night
that about 50 per cent of shows on tv
are about murder
aint that strange?
that for entertainment
after a long day under the fluoros
or drivin a taxi (hi g + g)
or diggin’ ditches
people sit around n watch shows about
murder
eg
forensic investigation
crossing jordan
(nothing to do with holly)
but” its a race against time as the entire morgue
works to stop a series of bloody murders”
then theres
serious crash unit
infamous murders
ncis(a pentagon cryptographer is found dead)
cold case
law n order
etc etc etc
jus’ check yer local tv guide
youll be shocked by the blood n gore
thats dished up on yer screen
EVERY FUCKING NIGHT
can ya believe it
theyre dishing up murder
as entertainment
here mr smith
drink yer booze
smoke yer fags
n watch yer murder
n get back down that factory at 7 every morning
pay yer taxes
eat yer steak
and get yer 2 weeks holidays
out of 52
yeah theres a good deal for ya….
people i thought murder
was a crime most hideous
the worst n most unalterable crime
thou shalt not kill baybee
yet half or more tv shows are
dramatizations of this heinous act
sposed to “entertain” ya
whether its some english dopey detective
stumbling thru the clues in a little village
or some hard hitting yankee cop
trackin’ down the bad guys in brooklyn
or some coroner in nsw
HOW THE FUCK DID WE COME TO ACCEPT THIS TRIPE?
cmon cmon
aint this just a small example of how its all gone so wrong?
ya cannae watch people creating life on yer telly
but every nite ya can see em getting blown away
poisoned
strangled
beaten
and then the gruesome inquests n trials
why the hell do we need this?
its bullshit, my people
pure bullshit
n they tell ya pots bad for ya!

the opposition leader in australia
eg the labor party dude
is a great pudgy useless slimy imbecile
hes had a million makeovers n new suits
still hes what he is
a great pudgy useless wally
no ones ever voted for the turkey
n they aint gonna start anytime soon
why why why labor…?
here i am
the next pm of australia
im here
im a genius
im a socialist
ive got charisma oozing from every poor pore
(its pouring)
im an ex debating champ
i could look good in an expensive suit n floral shirt
already got a sun tan..no extra cost for tanning lounge
ok i dont know anything bout the “issues”
but neither does olde useless they got now
i could be briefed n de briefed
i look good in my briefs actually
i’d withdraw all our troops from anywhere
i’d go for the rich bastards not paying any taxes
(a cuppla years ago one of austs richest men
claimed taxable income of 160 grand n got away with it!)
i’d fuckin sort it out for single mums, students, pensioneers
disableds n ex rockstars
we’d all be on easy street
if we sold a few of our useless fuckin jets
cmon who are we gonna dogfight with…
the red baron?
buy the kids in school some rockn roll instruments
didja know the greedy greedy bastards in parliament
also just voted to give emselves more super n more pensions etc
a bipartisan movement in fact
tha only thing those crooked lying swine could agree on
pay ourselves more
more perks, more lurks
have ya ever watched the disgraceful behaviour
(they screen “live” parliament between murder shows)
talentless tepid vapid insipid nobodies feebly rowing w/ eachother
(except about getting more money natch)
jesus politics is screaming out for me
someone with a bit of pizazz
(but not pizzas)
christ, i’d look good addressing the nation
can you imagine
“my dear fellow australians,
ive cancelled the war,
ive made marijuana legal
ive lowered parliaments wages, super n perks
n im givin it back to the nurses n hospitals
n schools n orphans n sick people etc etc
WHERE ITS SPOSED TO BE

didja know if one of these pricks can stay in for 7 years
THEY GET PAID FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES INDEXED TO INFLATION???
thats bullshit
why should they?
i’ll fucking change all that
cmon peter garretts in there already
we need more olde rockers in there
we could fill parliament with em
WE COULDNT DO A WORSE JOB THAN KIM BEAZLEY
even his name…kim beazley
jesus
how can a man be called kim?

oh my fiendss
look around ya
this world is so mixed up
b bon sorry to hear bout yer kid
what the hells that about
we can invade irakistan
but we cant look after our own kids afterschool
but if ya vote for sk
im gonna put an end to it
im gonna ask them hard questions
im gonna get all that violence off the telly too
maybe people could watch some nice stuff for a change
stuff that dont de sensitize em to crime
get murder off tv
get morgues off tv
get the copsnrobbers off tv
get the guns n violence off tv
gee theres other stuff in this world too
like nature n art n music n
all kinds of lovely things
we should all be as happy as kings

listen if kim beazley ever wins an election
i’ll run around bondi stark naked
with good on ya kimbo
tattooed on my ass
but i dont think its gonna happen
he aint gonna..
he cant…
he wont…
labor needs me
this country needs me
the world needs me
my first act will be to halve my own wages
i’ll go on livin’ in bondi
i’ll go on space rockin’ n bloggin’ too
politics i’ll sort out between my laps n chi gong
how hard can it bee?
theres a million advisers…aint there?
i’d whip the shiny bums into shape too!
i’d sort out the lot of em….
what are ya waiting for mah people
are ya voting for me yet?
if ya from somewhere other than orstrayliah
send in an absentee vote
fuck em
we need to cheat to make this happen
they dont play by the rules…
why should we?
soon i will be your beloved leader
and everything will be spacey
i wanna be elected!!!
the right hon. s j kilbey esquire
member for bohemia

rain
thunder n white lightnin’
wind lashing the palms n gums
the ocean turns metallic
thank you dear ones
today i am safe n warm
in the house of familial love
cosy little nevets down on planet earth
sitting inside on a rainy morning
type type type
nk n scarlet bumper slumber
evie gives me a little 3 page book
on page one is snails n fairies
on page 2 its says
i love you dad
on page 3 she loves the others
this is my life today
it hasnt always been like this
a still haven in a turbulent struggle against…what?
do you realise that im only beginning to realise
who i might really be
a few days short of # 52…?
aurora has drawn a female centaur with fluorescent marker yellow hair
can these do magic she asks
these what i say
these …these satyrs….
thats not a satyr, its a centaur i say
and yeah
i think centaurs do a bit of yer you know, basic magic
well ah dad ah whats a satyr then
now this is a slightly tricky question to answer truthfully
for a six year old who likes to get her greek myths facts straight
(owing as much to hercules the movie as my input)
aurora can tell ya how the trojan war started
how eris that bitch
that goddess of discord n strife (latin=discordia)
was not invited to an huge dance party on olympus
i mean, but who would invite a cow like that anyway
shes always gonna cause a fuckin row!
just like my auntie ?
(joyce knows who i mean)
anyway this mean conniving eris
she thinks
bugger it! i’ll show those pigs
so she “fashions” a golden apple
on the apple is carved
“for the most beautiful”
and crikey!
(for steve)
the 3 main goddesses
athene
hera
and sweet sweeet aphrodite
the cytherean, the unblemished goddess of lurve
oh my i can see her before my fevered eyes right now
exactly like botticellis
skimpily whispily dressed in…..mist…n…clouds
oh aphrodite
those romans called ya venus
but this is long before that…
anyway you woulda thought that
athene being goddess of wisdom n all
mighta been above squabbling over a 24 carat solid gold
easy action baby apple
but hell no
she wants it
she claims it
so too hera
zeuss missus
the queen
what did she want with a fuckin’ apple?
but nope…
she stupidly has to have the apple
of course sweet aphrodite
she is the most beautiful
whos gonna argue with that?
do i see any male fiendss with their hands up
going no no…it was hera…it was hera!??
i didnae think so
so anyway
i guess they all ask zeus
he says
who the fuck am i?
judge shirley?
1st of all youre my wife
how can i not say you?
2nd of all athenes my daughter
how can i not say my daughter?
3rd…i mean…cmon….i mean..
its aphrodite…!
shes the fuckin’ goddesss of love!
whaddya want me to say…?
go n ask some mortal why dontchas?
ok ok
so they choose the handsomest man on earth
sorta cross between nevets n dicko robinson
but much younger
and they ask him to adjudicate this divine beauty contest
sorta like miss universe but the contestants had unbelievable power
anyway like a knuckle head the handsomest man
whose name is paris (hiltin”)
says oh yeah yeah
i’ll do it
doh! i bet there couldnt be any repercussions ha ha
of course the three goddesses each try n rig the judging
athene offers him knowledge n victory
ah i’ll get back to ya on those options he says
boy is athene pissed off now
she swears immortal eternal hatred of troy
(for paris was a prince of troy)
a bit of an over reaction i’d say
specially for the goddess of bleedin’ wisdom
next comes slightly (i imagine ) masculine hera
she offers our man power!
now dont get me wrong
shes in real good shape
shes zeuss wife for chrissakes
she can afford the best
shes a very handsome woman n statuesque
but beautiful just aint the word that pops into pariss head
ah look he says
lemme just check out the last contestant
n i’ll get back to ya…
hera storms off
oh paris my man
why didja wanna piss off the main female deity in these parts
ok ok
now aphrodite dont need to bribe him
n paris dont exactly need help in wooing the ladies
being a prince of troy n handsomest devil in the bronze age
but anyway
she offers him love love love
even the love of the prettiest lady on earth
(conditions apply*)
like a complete gooseball
paris picks the lovely miss a
all hell breaks loose
runs off wiv another fellas missus
(only the king of fucking spartas ms helen)
loadsa people die
and thats how
it all happened
anyway
back to ms aurora (latin goddess of the dawn)
the reason the faun /satyr question is tricky
is cos as far as i can tell
a satyr is just a bigger randier hornier faun
and i dont think shes gonna need to think about
that distinction for a while
thats it fiendss
im outta here
love
me

plummeting
this ruined angel
falling down from heaven
27 to 60
crashing sprawling
the earth rushing up to meet me
sickening descent from nightmare
smashing into the floor
down down down
catch me
im fading fast
muse what am i to do?
no use moaning here nevets
these are the people you still have
but muse wherefore hast my readership sunk
like a wreck in the cold green sea
like i wazza ripple
in their memory?
oh nevets such is the fickleness of folk
cry not for them gone
but celebrate in the ever vibrating present
you been surfing now for nearly 52 years
today…
today im sittin in the sauna
and im talkin’ to these 2 russian ladies
who run a beauty parlour
and im askin’ em whether i should have
anywhere on my body waxed
(im being facetious fer chrissake!)
and one points to my beard tentatively
you think i should have my beard waxed? asks i
the other one shakes her head
no she says
that beards been good to you…..

i thought that was kinda funny
oh well guess you had to be there
i mention my rock group to the doodles
evie says whats a rock group
aurora says oh eve…its dads collection of stones
you see
everyone speaking at least part of the truth
some of the time
a horrible machine has taken up residence in this nay-borehood
going dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut
and
then its echo as well off the side of the hill
a millisecond friggin’ delay
as the horrible machine moves about
the sound doeppler effects with itself
and thats sounds like t.dream
(a very little, im just tryin’ to see the brite side)
im ready to strangle it
its the anti-yoga
its sonic anathema!
(a great name for my next record maybe)
what sayest thou muse?
its ok nevets, i guess
ok muse, is it just ok?
must everything you say be a pearl nevets?
why yes muse yes
i wanna be a poet 24 hours a day
i need to be squeezing poignancy outta words
i gotta make these words bleed for my readers
i gotta use special words and bend em to my agender
im fuckin finished lets face it
number 60
i can do anything now
ha ha
the constraints are off
from now on nevets yeblik can run amuck
regardless of all those damn aspirations to bloggmeggadom
bloggmeggadom, as mentioned in the ye olde testament
where the successful psalmists n scribes go
oh nevets you know its cos the u.s. tours over…
a loada flakes left this blogg so eat their dust
nevets some of em have abandoned ya its true..
no muse no…i hate to be cast aside..just like that
how could they do it to me
oh bitter tears
oh wailing n gnashing of teeeth
didnt they understand they were sposed to be my audience?
was i charging em too much?
was i too political/apolitical?
was i too good/evil?
for christ sakes nevets…
you just didnae have the right stuff man..now let it go
youre boring the ones you DO have left
but seeeing i am thy muse…heres a little idea:
pretend that youre still on tour
some where in wyoming …
sitting in my room
the pools full of wee wee n klawrine
my ipods playin jeff buckley
tonite we play wyoming house of blooze
dickos down in the foyer i guess waitin’
last nites gig in boise was a corker
met some great folks
thanks barney n edna fer the vegan jazz muffins
boise had a nice vegan pub called the organic martini
sue cee recommended it
we met some people in there
hi sid n nancy kincaid
we played jazzy reptile
until it slithered away amongst the audients
i have reduced my bass to a one stringer
and i just go boom boom boom
and sing all this stuff in sumerian
it translates as
take it out on me enki
boise is the home of boiseberries
and i had a vegan boiseberry thickshake
with jagermeister clusters
whippings of soy cream
lashings of peeled provocative fruit
ready to be devoured
im driving tomorrow
the sunstarr is a great van
it has cd n vapouriser trails
its aircond n wireless n starbux homed
it drives like a diamond crushed dream
on yer 4 buck a gallon gasoline
tonite im wearing black for a change
im gonna try singin’ in a deep voice
im gonna try to say witty yet somehow poignant things
between the songs
im gonna do all my old hits
inkling
my abstract model
electrical disturbance
jet fin rock
all the way back to the songs i wrote in the womb
yeah you know that one about the ocean n the silvery fish
and the mermaids who were a’callin to ya
nevets sing them the one i whispered tp you
when you incorporeal in the astral
oh muse
i been trying to remember that one forever, you know
but oh oh my my
what a sad sad song that was…
im still crying all these years later,muse
whats going on with that?
hush now nevets im here
im here
muse?
yes dear nevets?
do you think i’ll ever re-enter the top 40?
(sound of muse yawning)

the end

you couldna imagined 2 more different steves
i couldna imagine i’d be sittin here cryin’
for some stranger i’d only ever seen on the telly
so there ya go
a neu surprise every day
steve irwin
my god man
i hope youre in a heaven surrounded by serpents snakes
lizards crocs n gators n all those other beautiful creatures
that only you, of all people, could dig
you could see beyond the repulsive n fearsome veneers
n perceive the little bit of god in there
he was fast
he was brave
he was limber n lithe
he was so fucking funny
he made me proud to be the bit of aussie that i am
he was a space rocker only his instrument was the beasts
he was a poet but his words were the creatures
insert yer own silly metaphor in here
it wont bring him back…
my wifes been crying all day…
i wonder if australians here know
how much this druid was loved in the states….
oh but steve
oh steve
you pushed yer luck every day man….
people keep sayin to me
ah, its the way he woulda wanted it
but not yet steve
not yet
not this soon
a celebrity worthy of celebrity
one of the goode guys
i dunno
i feel like a permanent fixture has been wrenched from my life….
yer up there with houdini, steve
to me anyway
as a larger than life man
who did impossible things
AND
was still a lovely bloke
i wish i wish i wish i knew ya
i wish i’d met ya
you were beyond all categories
a diamond
a prince
a wizard
a true star
vale steve
im really really gonna miss ya man
s k
n. bondi 2006

been watchin’ born to boogie
the t rex film (thanks hot toddy)
at the zenith of his career
from hereon in
the long slide
which had in fact
already begun
although trex are set up in the biggest gig in england
they look like theyre playin’ at lyneham high school social
absolutely no lights
no drum riser
all kinda crammed together
i saw trex live in
maybe 1973 in sydney
they were rubbish
about 6 songs stretched out by bolans awful “lead” guitar
and ridiculous posturing
how could a man fall from grace so fast……?
during one of the pretty good “surreal” segments in the film
ringo starr (obviously with a bit of a hetero crush on bolan)
dressed up as a mouse chauffering boleys caddy
pulls up in the haze of an english summer morning
bolan looks out from under his locks of hair n silly hat
n says to ringo quietly
mm ..nice day..
and then you just got to know
how fuckin’ cool it must have been to have been bolan
at that very second
or even hang out with him
but already at the wembley concert which the film is hung around
its all startin’ to go to marcs lovely head
and oh dear
oh my my
why wouldnt it?

but its an earlier marc that i myself
am still interested in
beard of stars n t rex
where it all came into focus
i mean electric warrior is brilliant
but the seeds of destruction were already sown
i love the slider too
but by now boleys not boley anymore
hes gone from boppin’ elf
to a bona fide screamingirls limousineridin’
cokesnortin’ fuckin ROCKSTAR
oh beware beware beware
his muse laid a cuppla farewell killa songs on him
like 20 century boy, etc
and she split, never to be seen again
but by tanx…
i was furious with that album
not one halfway decent….no nothin’
absolutely the worse tripe
and so on from then on out
but theres never been a guy with so many posthumous albums
all with the same old buncha songs on em
bolan was a cosmic rocker
he was a seeeker of space
his sublime stuff is sublime
check out the weeeping wah wah on lofty skies
that guitar is speaking straight to your heart darlin’
check out the chord progression on great horse
for total weirdness check out wind cheetah
which sounds like it was written by a phoenician
on some strange instrument in city of tire
then check out the rhythm guitar playing on t rex
as good as keef at rockin n rollin’?
i just love boleys chopping boogieing playing
his strange endings
his preposterous accent
his beautiful melodies
an alternative to allthose strutting peacock turkeys
in deep purple n led sabbath n whoever else
bolan you were the bees knees old son
you were only young when ya went..
who knows you coulda come back …….
ive been listnin to these albums since 1970
36 years of gratification
not bad when ya think about it
a really really hip cat
but could it give me love
give me little love
gimme little love from gods heart?
and then i’ll walk….

sunday arvo, north bondi
popol vuh playin
have already done chi gong
yoga
taken nippers for surf
(flat n chilly!)
the others have gone out
its quiet warm breezy n overcast
you can always feel that yer very close
to that gazillion gallons of pacifica mare
the salt is in the air
rustin’ things
invisible abrasion
drinkin’ a bottle of water
with potassium n magnesium
n all other kinda great words in it
ive spoken with mr greene
so that was nice
hadda a soy shake w/ bananas n dates
which baby bumper also seems to dig
not feelin’ that great actually
restless/angry/impatient
now i dont like myself when im like this
(muse: nor does anyone else!)
and i used to feel like this a lot
but i thought i’d “mellowed”
a strange process that happens to pot smokin
yoga doing space rocking olde hippies som moi
which means you finally learn to at least try to stop
always being a prick
tim powles is never a prick
hes so patient
hes so tolerant
he’ll hang in there with ya….
i wasnt made like that
im full of pitta heat
spite
(muse: no kidding)
ambition
desire
revenge
grudges
(muse:yep)
intolerance
instant gratification is too slow for me
i cant take lessons or give em
i never learn
over n over
anger sucks me in n uses up my energy
i cant take advice neither
so dont go sendin’ me all yer advice
n websites
you think some hopped up fiend like me
gonna sit readin’ someones advice on the internet
my main problem is my superioty n inferioty complexes
so first of all
im better than all of ya
so why would i take yer advice
2nd of all
im worse than all of ya
im not worthy of it
i dont merely dislike the mundane
it infuriates me!
im going crazy with all these possibilities at my fingytips
the popol vuh album im listnin to
is so fuckin’ obscure
the titles only come up on my ipodd in japanese
so try n track that one down all you proto space rockers
in tasmania or south dakota
courtesy of the lord of the reedy river
anyway
where was i
sometimes the blog feels like cake
which refuses to rise
a cake may refuse to rise
but never the sun
a flute like flurry emerges from the vuh
howcome they dont play these kinda songs on albanian idol?
imagine space rock idol?
could ya dig it fiends?
sk as judge jury n executioner
occaisionally we could have some other
space rock celebs…
baron brock fer sure……
mr michael moorcock….would you come on my show?
rick wright as hes the only one of the floyd still vaguely floydy
the druid from porkypine tree…absolutely
sonic boom or jason spaceman….but not at the same time
mark gardener….ok..
someone from iceland would be good
ummmm
oh mwp a true true space rock afficianado
manfred up-and-more
edgar froese
copey
you know all as special guest judges
and we could sweep the great dominions searching
for space rock acts
who are capable of invoking travel,weightlessness, the void
loneliness, bliss, eternity n infiniti
we would award the winners absolutely nuthin
but we would subject the losers to elton john
n justin timberlake
n chrissie ugly-leerer
ha ha
that reminds me
there were these books written bout hawkwind
time of the hawklords
and the villains zapped the good guys by
pointing these sonic guns which played excerpts from elton
and the carpenters
jesus i thought that was funny when i was about 20
popol vuh percolating in the corner now
frothy bubbles of synthas
ive noticed typing this blog gives me backache
theres always a fucking catch
and
and i hope im wrong
but
is that slight stiffening in my left leg n knee
the beginnings of arthur wrightus?
about this age me mum started gettin it
just when ive newly become quite a twinkle toes
ah there ya go
i shoulda been a dancer n nnow its jus’ too late
i dont think old bricklayin’ types like me
are welcome down the ballet academy
those snobby bastards…
cant they have a mature entry scheme?
things are blowing off the walls in my kitchen but i cant be bothered
the talk with mr greene has made me very hungry
i put some bread in ye olde toaster
i increase voluma on ye olde i motion speakers
i now smell toast
mmm
peanut butter on one slicey
vegemitey on t’other
munchy munchy
go on olde bean you deserve it
a moment on yer lips
a lifetime on yer hips
eat it today
wear it tomorrow
muse…..
does my egos ass look big in this skintite black blogg?
(sound of divine giggling)
muse
am i just an olde tosser
sittin in a kitchen in bondi
a’ typin’ out his (only ranking 30) stupid blogg
so a buncha thousand or so
variously deranged, stoned or deluded gooseballs
spread all over this very unstinkin earth
can get a laff over their morning coffee
or a quick snigger in the public service
when the boss aint about
or a sigh for our stevie bouy
as he battles on
fighting n forging his way forward
into the final four?????????????????????????
muse im a sideshow
who started that thinkin mans osbournes thing
whos gonna film it…..?
ya wont believe it till ya see it?
ever wanted to drop in on someone elses life so so badde?
like in that mott the hoople song
i wish i was your mother…?
(so then i coulda seen you coulda beeen you as a childe)
would you like to spend tomorrow as me?
youll need a white beard
a loada kidss
a slightly stiff left legge
a slightly aching shoulder from typing this tripe
ringin ears
fadin eyesight
and a deep deep love of space rock
then off you go
smoke some dope
do a painting
stumble around in the mundane world
marvelling at it all
and cause chaos
go into banks n lose yer stuff
trip over on sidewalks
deface real estate posters
chew gumballs n drink lime sportswater
worship vishnu
slosh down goji juice
(now only 60 bux a bottle)
plan n plot n ruminate n machinate
think a thousand things at once
and remember none
except
a vague wow
thats it in a nut shell
a real nut shell
is this the next phase, interstellar commanders?
whats that…?
take my people n form a commune?
make em drink goji n red bull n jagermeister
and listen to the very un-spinal taplike hawkwinds
ah
who cares?
and what would it matter if they did?
im outta space
im outta luck
im outta time
n i dont give a fig
love
essquaie

i aint descended from no fuckin’ monkey
i got here via space
that beautiful nothingness
full of universes
darwin , he still turned to god
even after everything
and einstein n olde sir isaac
yeah you remember
the druid who could first dig
the gravity of the situations
these genii
these proto space rockers
they could suss gods hand
now imagine this
its canberra act australia
one of possibly the least space rock places
in the whole f***ing world
theres like a seventeen year old kid
lying in his bed listnin’ to the radio
its monday night
1972
theres a guy call winter
hes got a radio show on the abc
only for a cuppla hours a week
this guy plays the latest “new” stuff
and announces them in this whispery voice
anyway im lyin there and listnin’ to his show
as i faithfully n religiously do
and he whispers
this is hawkwind
from
in search of space
something starts up
a creaking grinding wheezing machine
starts to fire up
gradually from a cacophany of machine noise
a pulse coagulates
the unmistakable throb of engines
coming to life n then
beginning to purr
the thing heaves itself free
of its moorings
and in agony n triumph
we flame away from earth
now a tiny blue green point
in the darkness
immediately space paranoia sets in
cos space is deep baybee
but space is also very spooky
and these voices are whispering in the darkness
should do that
shouldnt do that
should do that
shouldnt do that
music invoking travel
crystalline voyager
the space rockers
the surfers
the sufis
the poets like arthur was
the rishis
the explorers
the yogis
the whales
the hippies
the stargazers
the alchemists
everybody groovy
all in search of space
i need these planets close to my bones
i remember travel
the long journey
space rock oh my my
description of an arc
look
i hate arithmetic
n i hate offices
n i hate paperwork
n i hate red tape
n i hate all
these tiny chains
my vessel is bound with
so theres hawkwind
my first taste of spacerock
and
an amazing log book comes with the record
which i bought the next day!
i was down the record shop
quick as you please
lookin’ anxiously thru the “h”s
fuck
here it is
race home
crank up volume on my tinny system
lo and behold
a nother disciple of space rock opera cult is born!
we seek freedom
we seek oblivion
our music n our thoughts
are always on space
the space between the houses
the inn a’space too
those crazy crazy kraut rockers
they understand space
so too julian cope
a true intra-spacenik
the pink fluid
michael moorcocks deep fix
the injection of heroin n cocaine into bloodstream
as metaphor for the liftoff n weightlessness of spacetravel
hold on
an incredible rush
your heart goes what the….
upwards you rushing now
then suddenly
ladies n gentlemen
we are spacing in a float tank
im disappointed if youre disappointed
this blackness
this….space
this is it
finally
the stillpoint
the calm in the eye
our vehicle begins to shake
cap’n she can no take it …..
space cadets dont try this at home alpha bravo
astronauts get confused n disconnected
the black corridor
the magicians staff
hallucinations
visions, temptations
amphetamine babes
n blackened devils
the constant feeling of travel even after you stop
movement
wave particles
thank you cosmic jokers
amon duul
t.dream
all the rest
space rock
available again soon

pleasure
hedonism
the ocean
spring has returned
prima vera herself
dressed in green house gases
even damaged as she is
still so lovely
honey n milk flow
the southern hemisphere blooms forth
male n female
woof n warp
the way things start happening
the delerious hammer pounds inside
shooting stars in the eastern sky…i saw 2
making wishes as i was in garudasana
the balcony in the night
sandy n shelly n flowering plants
lovely aloneness for once
shiva sometimes whispers in my heart
faintly audible
the destroyer
speaks in liquid ways
my heart slows down to 45 beats per minute
despite all the whatever i have subjected myself to
i have low blood pressure
n my heart beats real slow
sanskrit celestial language
aum baybee
mmmm…thats right
and pleasure
the pleasure of music
the screaming distorting fracturing gurgling guitars
at the beginning of futureboy
the spirit walking drift of the eq. starrs
the way a bass guitars rubbery pulse
rubs up against a kick drum
words
all those fucking fantastic words
all those fucking fantastic voices
sing a song of fucking songs baybee
and rejoice
cos you are alive
and its spring
pushing thru the cold seawater
im rewriting my definitive book on rocknroll
over n over in my head
a million thoughts fly to me
but none are ever in words….
music going where nothing else goes
a painting cant get ya there
oh i dunno
thats not true…..
but this music stuff…what is it?
why do these combinations of words n notes unlock our spirits
why does some gruff old voice and tinny guitar
make me feel like i could perform magic
i been playing my olde bass for 36 years now
its an eternity
music slowly unravels from my hands
at first nothing
nothing at all
a lump of wood and some strings that hurt my fingers
drop by drop
i could squeeze music outta the fuckin’ thing
and now
and now….
my fingers say to my mind
please dont get involved
we know what we are doing
we have been fingers before
over n over n over
new instruments
new songs to learn
new slides n frets n holes to finger
new tones n timbres n rhythms n drones
new sticks n plectrums n bows n mallets
continuity
same old music
but now completely different
changed into something
rich n strange
ha
what does it all amount to?
that thou shalt rock?
that god gave rocknroll to us?
spring evening hastening down upon us here
the baby, the symbol of continuity
shakespeare..whatta great rocknroll lyricist he woulda been
and august strindberg, n baudelaire too
of course sweet young arthur
more tragic
more romantic
more young gifted n french
without you arthur
without you
rocknroll would still be doowop
oh you dead poet
i love yer stuff
i know you dont read my blogge
but its ok
when yer gone yer gone
and someday someone in the future
could chance upon something of mine
and i’ll be gone too
and none of it will matter anymore
and then
and then
there i am
im a kid again
and i see this instrument in a window one day
and the instrument
(which is playin’ by itself)
is singing
i’d love you to run yer hands all over me
and the instrument is very seductive
and before ya know it
ya meet some other new guys
ya might have to go thru a few
before ya meet the right ones
and then
you figure out
how you can
with certain combinations
of words n sounds
affect other people
whom you now call “the audience”
ya have yer ups n downs
sometimes ya dont get the combinations right
sometimes ya hate each other n yerselves
sometimes the audience are deaf
sometimes the audience arent even there
sometimes barometric pressure or cocaine
puts all the instruments permanently out of tunes
rocknroll animal
rocknroll angel
tryin’ to get that mixture right…!
are you telling me that rocknroll
shouldnt contain all the flesh n intelligence of man
are you saying that the electric guitar aint the best thing
for expressing unspeakable beastlike lust
and
the sonic perfection of heaven?
if you dont believe that you got the wrong blogge mister
rocknroll is sacred holy music to me
i live by it
im gonna die by it
i have a god given right to rock
and when i strap on my plank
im gonna deafen the silence
im gonna negate those blues
im gonna anaesthetize ya
im gonna let you in on some secrets
im gonna describe with a pulsing low e
the rise n fall of civilisation
music
pleasure
waves of joy
waves of joy