The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

last night i awoke to a pain
an agony
my left ear throb throb throb
blocked
cant hear anything
get up look on net for ear remedies
garlic and olive oil it says
i feverishly crush up garlic
mix with olive oil
pour in my ear
i dunno if it made things better
go to ye olde quack this morning
jesus you stink he says
he syringes my ear
and i jump twenty feet in the air
as a horrible mixture of pus olive oil and garlic comes out
sorry i says
youre sorry he says
i gotta stay in here all day with this garlic smell
he looks in my ear again
lucky you came to see me he says
or you woulda lost yer eardrum by tonight…
its a mess he adds
how can things go wrong so fast?
you should see an ear specialist says quack
but take these antibioticks and lets see ya on monday
if not better then
its the specialist…
so im sitting here
the tinitus in blocked ear is ringing like big ben
oh oh the mofo hurts
oh deep deep pain
much worse than a broken arm
i mean theres pain ya can deal with
and theres pain that fuckin’ drives you up the wall
this earache…..
my lovely wife up and running round in the middle of night
all worried about me
i’m all at sea
moaning and carrying on
anyway
come home from the docs
he says to take a shower
wash the ear out again
then take penicillin and eardrops and my painkillers
so i take off my clothes
getting ready for shower
nk appears
anything else the doctor says i can do for you
yeah yeah
i say
he says you gotta help me relieve the pressure
what pressure she says
all the pressure building up here i say
and i point
but not at my ear
hmmmm she says
you cant be that sick, can you?
well dear wife
i think i just should do anything
that ll get me mind off me ear…
uh huh
i love these alternative treatments….

people
lemme tell you something is going on here
i have a theory that a huge enough destiny
will imprint backwards into the present day
so we kinda remember it all before its happened
of course i speak of my pet political obsession
mr malcolm turnbull
my opposite
my negative
my anathema
yet…..
to bring those of you up to speed here
i give you the brief rundown
if you know this bit
then keep moving down the page
till you find something you like
now get comfy
have a cuppa tea and a biccie
and read on :
1972
against the background of vietnam
t rex
long hair
teenage lurve
jamming in the garage
last year of high school
i was in canberran debating team
the nsw side came down to debate us
we had to put up one each in our own homes
my guy was malcolm turnbull
same age
we hated each other
i couldnt believe an eighteen year old
would look and act like a forty year old
possessed of unbeleavable self con-fidence
malcolm already knew it
he knew he was going all the way to the top
and maybe even further
i guess everybody around him felt it too
his team beat our team
he demolished us
next to his debating skills
his ability to think on his feet
his huge vocab and his toffy accent
next to him we were fucking kids
he was the best we’d ever seen
it was like arguing with winston churchill
this dude was the decider
anyway
you know the other bits
an attempt to dally with our rather large breasted 1st speaker
was thwarted quickly when she told him to bugger off
as we drove home
the atmos-fear in my mazda was icy
malcolm didnt really dig rock neither
so we didnae have much more to say
except of course
occaisionally he’d mutter
something like
how dare she reject….ME!!??
anyway he chatted to joycie
in his smoking jacket
he knew everything about everything
mum was impressed
and issued her famous prophecy
son
say what you like about him
he will one day be the prime minister of australia
and you know what
whatever i may have said
i knew
in my heart of hearts
that had already seen the future
but could not reveal it to me
that malcolm would be the top man…one day
now
ok
yeah you read all that before
but i wanna say it
you overseas readers
watch this
this guy will at the next election become p.m.
no doubt
you see this election
it was all looking so bad for him
his wife wrote letters to his constituency
begging them to believe that her mal was not a toffy nosed snob
if you only knew him like me
said mrs moneypants (of the olde-moneypants)
and suddenly his boundaries got changed
incorporating some serious proletarian hoi-polloi lefty voters
plus a new opponent who was ex mayor and out to get him
plus some horrible posters everywhere
featuring mal next to the now gone john howard
both looking so miserable
and underneath how they wont sign kyoto
(which is ironic cos mal was the one lib who did wanna sign)
anyway
i thought
uh oh
mals gonna get done
i wont be able to say i had the p.m. stay with me
i wont be able to dine out for years and years
on how our joanna told him to flipping well bugger off
and i can embellish and embellish it forever
so i started looking at him very differently
hes very humble now
tho i suspect that
its an act
or
like me
hes just getting older…
anyway
despite it looking so grim before the election
now
mal gets voted back in with a swing to him
howard the leader of the libs gets thrown out of his own seat
costello the next in line spits the dummy and quits
(cos he knew mal was gonna do him)
suddenly mal is gonna be the opposition leader
gimme a crack at rudd he says
mal will have rudd on toast
mal will do rudd and whoever comes next
mal is unstoppable
so what
but the really weird thing
is everybody knows it
already there a hundreds of letters appearing in the papers
all saying
we’ve all always known mal would be the pm anyway
its inevitable…
a couple of useless gooses stand in his way
abbott and nelson
and i tell thee this
mal will do em both and toss em aside
most of the party and people of aust
have already accepted it
what joycie said 35 years ago
we all knew it all along
i wonder what it is that he only ever succeeds
like a poker player on a roll
he doesnt believe he can ever lose
and if you come up against him
you will believe it too
and
heres something
i believe he will be a memorable prime minister
he’ll be around a long time
he’ll see aust is a republic
he’ll make logical decisions
he will be environmentally aware
i wonder what will eventually bring him undone?
once he’s leader he can drop the lightweight humble act
he sometimes put on
to seem less threatening to those he would soon replace
i am in awe of the man
filthy rich a success thru and thru
what gives?
how does this work?
what mechanism propels these men to their destinies
and then
their dooms?

this world continues to amaze
i need to balance the bad with the good
i need to stop wondering why people let it happen
because after all
what could we have ever done
elli n minna come over
we get to chatting about the election
and elections in general
now imagine elli n minna
all swedish leftish and
so idealistic and naive
they are still operating under
a very 16 year old assumption
that this world is fair and or just
someone mentions mr g w bush
elli and minna couldnt believe that
when we told em
he had the election rigged
by various ways
disallowing votes from largely democrat voting areas
etc
how the high court appointed by his own cronies helped him
how the whole dubious malarkey went down in a state
WHERE HIS OWN BROTHER WAS THE GOVERNOR!!!!!!
and climate lovin’ experienced peaceful al gore
did not get the gig that most americans wanted and had fairly
voted him into
but that a blatant cheat and imposter
a privileged and spoilt child
a draft dodging drug using drunk drivin’ business ruiner
a man of very average intelligence and no charm or grace
an untravelled man
an inexperienced man
had
seized the throne in the most powerful kingdom in the world
and everybody sat back and let it happen
elli and minna screaming at me
but why didnt anybody do anything?
im sorry my girls
but what the fuck didja think we coulda done?
a revolution?
cos as far as i know
thats the only way to deal with usurpers and despots etc
but
cmon…
we in the west
we just had to wait it out
till he goes
and then in time
we can all look back and see him
for what he is
just like johnson and nixon and
their belligerent australian equivalents
because this guy has caused
a lot of people to get killed
some of them definitely didnt have to be dead now
many of them innocent families
thats right children were killed and hideously maimed
as in vietnam
who deemed this necessary?
what great statesman persuaded us in the west
that we needed to kill some more children somewhere
to guard liberty
because they hated “our” way of life
and then
and oh this is this ironic twist de la creme
when his own country actually needed him
when serious calamity struck
he was
useless
hopeless
nothing
if you dont believe it go to new orleans
and buy yerself a
make levies not bombs t shirt
but what are we supposed to do about it?
no i dont have no answers
im a pop singer after all
not even a good or popular one either
im just saying
i just accept it in numb denial like all the rest
we pretend these idiots know what they are doing
we KNOW in our heart of hearts they dont….
the job of leading a country
especially a huge and powerful country
requires a charismatic genius
who can speak 5 languages
has spent much time abroad
he should be artistic athletic humble patient
etc etc etc
its the most important thing in the world
cant we agree the system is failing us
look at ww 1
so many of us killed, brothers and sisters
why oh why did we believe it then?
why did we all have to die in this war?
but what could you do
we dont want to go to jail
we dont want a revolution either
we just want to raise our families etc etc
same as it ever was
the top guys should be appointed
like any other top job
the elections are a joke
you need money
you need to navigate the party faction bullshit
you need propaganda and secret backers
you need cronyism and nepotism
all that caper
no real person actually fit for the job is gonna go thru that
the 2 party thing is bullshit too
especially when they are almost the same
except one gets you involved in more wars
where is the choice?
and
should we be the ones even doing the choosing
i mean
as it goes
we the people
havent had much luck
in getting the right guys into the jobs
look at all the complete fools
the west has elected to various jobs since whenever
sorta people who led us into loadsa wars
im not talking just the english speaking west either
europes produced a few individuals
who were responsible for oceans of blood needlessly spilt
no idea is worth one drop of blood
unless it be your own blood you spill
unlike the idea of say
the domino theory
a lotta people died for that
or christianity
a lotta people died for that
or witchcraft
a lotta people died for that
ideas
her brave son who gave his life to save the slogan
anyway
my daughters outrage at “the way things are”
forces me to take on the weary realist with them
i know but what can ya do i just say over and over…..
we need a revolution of the heart
as soon as the next guy comes along and starts talking bout war
if its not a war actually involving somebody invading us
us in the fucking west i mean
yes yes
try and stop wars if we have to
but not start the ones dont need to be started
its never worked
never
ww1 and ww2 were mostly west against west
we annihilated each other just about
and we invented and used atomic bombs
havent we learnt anything?
we need to be more careful
we need to examine the way we’re doing things
we need to take care of the poor and old and helpless everywhere
we need to be compassionate towards the “dumb” beasts
who dont speak our lingo
no more fucking wars
no more fucking bombs
try to entice some intelly-gents into these gigs
like that guy they had in india before they shot him
and old abe and jfk who they also shot
and his bro
who they also shot
hell
they even killed marilyn monroe
and we find out
40 years later
and go
oh….thats just awful
and turn away
go back to deletin’ some stuff outta my ipod
and i say
what the fuck can I do?

genius is pain
but i dont feel a thing
let it (kill) be
i’m the one who saw what you did
i land
you see
im across it
parallel kilbey feeds me songs
there is the secret
now the clouds lowered on the houses
let out your warm rain then
the plants are all iridescent green
drink deep my loves
my deep loves drink
an art that can only be explained by doing it
otherwise
the faith needed
is the guarantee
the long voids where nothing happens…
suddenly!
things happen of their own accord
the fingers know their work
all creative acts flow into the other
is this music or love its hard to tell
or sell
my little rascal there are mysteries ‘pon mysteries
yes you scoff and you scorn
i tell you one thing
the power you want does not come cheap or easy
the short cuts are exhausted or lead nowhere
and
if you do ever get the power
by then
you would have learned
not to even want it
yes revenge is sweet
and regrets are bitter
but you need something plain
to take away the aftertaste of a hard life
the ocean dont care
he swims in its grey green warmth
he dips the lemurian c in the sea
the rain comes in ver-tick-lea
crooked reign crooked reign
raindrops keep falling on my crown (chakra)
everyone has dormant gifts they must needs awaken
i am the time being
songwriter
daughtermaker
bullshitter and more
i worship some ineffable god
who is kind enough to appear
in some way i can understand with my limited mind
not capable of downloading all his splenda
by a million miley miles
i just can view one tiniest bit
a still from a never ending film
you must devote yourself
to anything at which you wish to such seed
love devotion
music devotion
blogge devotion
farther devotion
give yourself
love understanding
understanding devotion
realising more and more
you know less and less
its all stuff inner dream
the further you go in
more emptiness
a gracious emptiness
accepting and soothing
you cant find life
but its all around
but what is life
wither life goes
wear it comes from
inside the seed is nothing
but life is not nothing
but we know almost nothing
we are still savages
we are skins and furs and hides
we are clobber n bomb em
we are give em some stick
we are futurebound emptyhanded
we are footnotes
we are mist
we are temporary eternals
creatures claiming no creator
so burnt by maya we screaming in furies
so some devotion
maybe recommended
its all the same to me
me to same
reverse
upside down
inside out
and
sideways
13 *s

i propose a new music
a music not paying lipservice to the blues
a music freed up from key and tempo restraints
music that can morph organically up and down
slower faster slower
music in which the instruments co operate
not run through their set parts
instruments that operate as a conversation
instruments which illustrate the words
instruments which come in play their bit and depart
instruments content to be points in a tapestry
let the musicians question every single note and beat
and ask themselves
why?
let the musicians open minds match their dexterity of fingers
let their deep traditional knowledge be matched by spontaneity
let the songs be long or short
with without words
in all or no languages
let the aim of this music be to be gloriously Beautiful
every single time
let its standard be ecstatic bliss
let it explore every level of music
let the music be a true accompaniment to the words
as actors are to other actors
not merely the backdrop or scenery
let the musicians dare to embrace any silences necessary
let the singers sing wild powerful songs
let the singers be old and young
let the singers be men and women
let the singers sing every word with thought and feeling
let the musicians strive to bewitch and intoxicate
let startling originality be the most revered attribute
(so long as it contains Beauty)
experiments will not be admired for their own sake
only if they uncover Beauty
Beauty defined as that which exhilarates through its excellence
by the love and thought applied to it
by its classical ideal
and its modern innovations
the pursuit of lovely otherness
the pursuit of the gods own music
the pursuit of symphonic ambience
the pursuit of orgasmic crescendo
intelligence
grace
power
let the words be different
let the words contain truth and imaginative fantasy
let the words be written from love
even if words of hate or bitterness
let them be unbearably poignant
let them rhyme or not
let them be clever or not
let them be sensual or subtle
let them never be oafish
boorish
dull
ordinary
depressing
sickening
whining
ugly
let the music be free
let the concerts be free
let the music be subsidised as we now subsidise war
let the music ring on and on
let the music describe the great universe
and the intricate abstract
let the music come
will it
demand it
expect it
*

writing songs la la la
jamming good with weird and timmy
playing a bit of lead guitar
after all these years
at last i’m getting better
or
at least i’m getting better
people write in
dont reveal the process
other people say
tell us everything
explain it
unravel it
people say
play the song we know
people say
play the song we dont know
people say
be proud
others:
be humble
some say too much
some say too little
i have stifled the fucking clamour of those voices in my head
yes
i understand the principle of too much info
yes
i remember what i said
yes i remember the people i was seeing
yes i remember everything
i take it all in
some one says
from where does your bottomless well of insp. spring ?
it springs from everlasting love, lady
it springs from my ceaseless stumbling around
crashing into songs
capturing blogges from the aether
whipping the little devils into shape
yeah yeah
i know you wanna know bout the songs we’re writing
not my rapper-like ability to spin a bullshit yarn
aggrandizing my stupid self
yeah
they were electric
brutal for my part some of them
i wrang the guitars neck and stepped on the peddles
i sang whatever came into my head
which was almost everything
nodded off over a piano giving me the cold shoulder
pummeled the bass cuffed it round the ears
i only feel like a real man
when i”m insinuating myself threw the air
a low sonic barrage
uh!
uh!
uh!
heat up and sweat i do
we hammer at a sigur ros like thing for about an hour
it seems like life on earth must change
but
afterwards
i sit in carpark doing yoga twists
and i hear the morbid repulsive drone of heavy metal bands rehearsing
i hate metal
death
speed
black
butterscotch with gills
what ever
i loathe it
even more than doof doof
music for teenage boys
made by silly old geezers like metallica
didja see their dvd with the shrinks and stuff…?
how could ya watch that
and then take all the ridiculous posturing seriously
they are all almost….effeminate
oh what a waste of time
of course they are like ravi shankar
compared to sydneys 4th rate metal bands
deafening each other in a black box out here in rehearsaland
all singing in that silly voice
yeah
you know the one
the one where youre POSSESSED!
ooh how scary
ooh how original
ooh how horrible to have to hear it
the moronic fundamentalist satanism of it
i mean
i dont know the dev. personally
but i’m sure
he gets a giggle out of this anxiety inducing bilge
a sample lyric:
im a decaying beelzebub with bubonic plague
im frying in the deepest pit of the abyss
im a sulphur spitting monster zombie gangland dog
now lil baby, can i get a kiss
i’m a pus dripping vampires afterbirth pickled in newts piss
im a worm eating yer guts in a vomit puddle
im a skellington rider eating little girls for brekkie
cmon lil honey, just gimme a cuddle
cos
satan is a mofo
cos hell just aint like home
and the rotten carcass corpses demon fire skull
and garden gnome

see what i mean?
(actually…..hmmmm…maybe on to something…)
thats it
im sitting at the rehearsal studio in alexandria
getting readsy to pull my genius suit on
oh
its all crumpled and torn
ah

the church are writing some songs in alexandria
been burning my candle at both ends
and then some
a naughty boy
an awful boy
wicked little steven
buzzzed
orbed
eclipsed
neuro-blasted
fried sizzled blowing my brains out
pleasure sweet pleasure
ah but today
the inevitable today
go australia
choose your leader
tho choice is there none
its such a pity
i could have been a real statesman
i wouldnt regurgitate previously prepared fluff
i can think on my feet
trouble is
im having a hard time walking on em
think of me today
pumping my mighty fender jazz
somewhere in a sleazy rehearsal room
love
sk

kilbey
pumped up on yoga and qi gong
bush bud
ayurvedic aphrodisiacs (semegra forte)
his own pitta nature
by music and art
by a satisfied universe
by the ocean that holds him up
by certain stones
by the hands of a force that sculpts in living flesh
by the scriptures and the kama sutras
by images of the christ and naked women
by the mace
by the conch
by the disc
by the lotus
vishnus own things….
and his many memories
how he did this and avoided that
traffic jams and country lanes
winning an amplifier at cards
losing my head to smack
smacking me round the head
sigh of relief
gasp of horror
yawn of boredom
restlessness
plugging in that bass on a big stage
and the lights in my eyes
and the cymbals cutting right through my brain
everytime i pluck the e-string
the whole fucking theatre shudders
kicking em in the guts way down deep
visceral vibration
my own voice blasts in my ears
a distorted mess above the instruments
sweat
sweat pouring down my body
sweat from exertion
sweat from the heat of the lights
sweat from the glow as my anima assumes control
soaking wet and hoarse and blistered fingers
blasted by the lightshow
deafened by the screaming omnipresent guitars
the guitars which hang around and hang around
the kick drum kicks me on everybeat
the snare traps me
the ride rides me down
the crash crashes in my ears
the toms box my torso
my own bass comes a’running up through the floor
knocking me around
the audience gawking at me
what the fuck are you looking at?
my clothes are sticking to my skin
my eyes so full of salty sweat
the people
such a blur now its a joke
i wanna hammer the bastards with this fender bass
i wanna beat them into submission
i wanna elevate them
i wanna subjugate em
i wanna impress em
and
i really dont care if they like it or not
emotions rip through my mind like wild winds
i detach and think about the shopping list
what the hell does this all s’pose to mean?
what am i doing here?
if theres no god how come theres music?
music is divine, right?
do they think this all happened by accident?
chords and notes
volume and tempo
vibrato and tremelo
harmony and melody
intro and outro
ending and fade
muted and screaming
quiet and allowed
music of the spheres
music of the ancestors
music for love
music for courtesans waiting rooms
music for the sinking continents
underwater music
music made by the dead
spirit music oozing at a seance
dirty music disgusting music
music as played by the seraphim stoned on amnesia
rocknroll baby
elvis with his vicodin and his burgers and his babes
shaking his self around
sheer excess did in his vitality
too much too soon
too little too late
oh his pretty looks…
what happened?
taking care of business, baby
las vegas gomorrah in the desert, honey
hotel rooms and cocaine
guitars and slot machines
sax-o-phones
dealers and dealers
the boys
the good old boys
c’mon doc gimme a fuckin’ percodan
my lifes driving me wild
i learned some karate but i got no discipline
i got everything a man could ask for
but most of it should be refused
everybody adores me
but no one knows me
c’mon doc gimme a dilaudid for godssake
i invented this whole fucking thing, didnt i, doc
oh yes a script , my man
oh doc i cant thank ya enough
i’ll get the boys to getcha some tickets for the show
i’ll see they look after you and your wife
and have a good evening , sir….
later
he stands alone in the dawn
hotel balcony
black woman
white woman
sleep in the bed
he feels the end coming on
like a warm opiated dream
the rushing hurtling end
of all this ……pain
no more applause
no more reluctant quacks
no more peanut butter and banana fried sandwiches
no more uppers n downers n inbetweeners
no more agents n handlers
no more hair dye and diets
no more blow jobs or all night gigs
no more jack daniels and jimmy reed
no more
no more
and
soon
soon

we just wanted a little magic
dont you know we deserve it
its only a slight crack in the ordinary
the man says abracadabra
and swans fly out of his sleeves
we wanted power we wanted to pull strings
we wanted to call down love from the storm
and command love :
make him love her
make she love him
we want to circumnavigate this gravity ache
somewhere i know how it feels to be light
this box of tricks is empty
give me a spell for making it rain
tell us the secrets of life that can be used
the power an old man like me could safely wield
look into the peoples eyes and take em down
harnessing qi to my will
i would pin the mountains against the sky
oh they should have made me the greatest of the magicians
my enemies would dwindle and
the toads would multiply
thats right
i’d gladly turn my thieving murdering enemies into swine
and send a mighty tempest to disrupt their broad band
i would show off at every opportunity
floating down streets
making time go backwards
resurrecting the old days
attacking the citadels of the philistine phools
ravishing the sacrifices i would order
i would transmute bullshit into platinum ingots
i would levitate the whalers up to the dead moon
i would give the rich to the poor
a fearsome warlock
a wizard tyrant with stars and moons on my gown
a druid with woad over kill
yes a priest of apollo with jurisdiction over men
those rays emanating from my tanned hands
whipping up a magical breakfast just like that
farseeing and nearly merciful
attended by spiritual beings
guided by angels
greeted by the daily night
crimson marks of identification
ability to perform difficult ceremonies
available only on outcall
see black board for changing special offers
discreet and obliging magic man
with own wand and wandering attention
more charms than charming
erskine if you havent guessed
walking on waiters
waiting on the alignment of certain evil stars
biding his time
doing his postures
undergoing his disciplines
austere and flamboyant
moving like a snakey voodoo king
striking like lightning and always twice
burning with occult heat
appearing near you
now

your modest humble hero
(unless youre one of those carping harping nagging pricks)
your jack of all trays
your source with nice ingredients
your re-nay-sonts man
your velvet voiced bricklaying fool
your immaculate poetry vomiting buffoon
yes
the olde one
the mean one
the druggy one
the smart one
the one who travels by thought
nightwalking delver of mind
stupidly eloquent
hideously handsome
wishful genie
strangely mangey panther
devil squirrel
yesterdays man today
captain paisley
the giving hedonist
the thinking mans thinking man
the thinking womans everyman
the old womans consolation
the crazy womans valium
the young womans dream uncle
the stupid womans opposite
the white womans great hope
the black womans mannish boy
the childrens good daddy
the aliens peacemaker
to the dead i become closer
to the living i fade from sight
for the hungry i am mouldy bread and muddy water
for the philistine i am fucking anathema
for the jealous i am over rated atrocity
for the devotee i am the nectar of conjugal love
for the stranger i am the familiar
for the familiar i am the stranger
to the weary i push energy
to the unitiated i offer no solace
to my enemies i bring defiance
to my well-wishers i bring neutrality
to my helpers only deep appreciation
to my critics only scorn
2 years of blogge
2 years honing my craft
growing up in public
when im already so so olde, childe
2 years of suffering the potshots
of various antagonists who drift through these waters
2 years of nice comments too
embarassments and triumphs
marvellous writing in my very own style
after all the people who ever wrote in english
my writing is instantly identifiable
one sentence you know its me
like my songs
i do things my way
and i have carved a very small niche
tttb is quite a small success
some of you cant help yourselves
dont feel guilty
this blogge is always a work of love
i aint giving you ironic bullshit here
i believe my blogge is some kinda literature
i believe all the great writers would have utilised this technology
i have stunned myself that day after day
i have churned this out of the thin air
its a challenge to ones self
writing becomes easier and easier for me
sentences appear fully formed in my brain
my blogges are written by intuition
saraswati goddess of the arts i honour you
i love to write
i write to love
so what?
take whatever you like
make some scornful remark
or appreciate my old fashioned dedication
i pull myself apart here
i examine and i report
i fly off the handle
i hector and i abuse
i am a petty tyrant of a nonexistent realm
how long its gonna take to get into your empire
i am a wordslinger electronique
i am a honey tongued liar
i am the old school
but
i am the new school too
a revolution of the heart
we need to become our real selves
follow my tragectory since 2001
how i was then
what i am now
i shed my skin and i change
yet at the deep heart of what you like
the stuff that some is still digging after 25 years
my aesthetic standards remain constant
my unenviable task is to prove that old dont meant cold
because not me
im heating up
painkiller is the best solo record ive done
i doubt that youll even debate it
at this late stage of the game
i am marshalling all my skills as before
except now i throw in patience and a lighter touch
up against myself i am improving
i wouldnt mention it
if i were some old hack trading on milky whey
in commercial terms i am a tiny amoeba
crawling on the spasming body of the giant corporations
as they sink into nonexistence
due to an unforeseen turn of events
but i know the young me
would love where the olde me has taken his schtick
via a few other mes whove tended to neglect it a little
ladies and gentlemen
i give you 2 years of time being
there you go
compile it
quote it
steal from it
contribute
comment
be nice now
without nice
well
its just not nice…..