The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

odysseus awakes in the remarkable stillness of dawn
calypso is gone from the bed
he has never seen the nymph sleep
all is so quiet
lost track of the days
lost track of the love
lost track of the sea
lost track of…
he gets up from her soft bed
where she has loved gods
where she has loved heroes from ages past
her bed where she never sleeps only loves
odysseus looks in her mirror
his tanned battered intelligent face
his straight nose
his frowning eyes
his planes and angles
he’s seen better days
befuddled
moving slowly as if in a dream
dreams of struggling
never fulfilling the task
never getting it done
never never never
let that word echo round her cave
things in the mirror flicker
things in the mirror change
odysseus sees himself an old old man
his strong limbs withered
his robust body weakened
his unswerving gaze now rheumy and faltering
calypso appears behind him, the old man
unchanged for all the years
she steps out of her robe
the old odysseus watched her in the mirror
she goes to her bed and lays down
she beckons to him
she lies on her side and beckons to him
come yes come she says and he hears her only in his mind
as the old man watches in the mirror
his younger self goes to the immortal nymph
through tears and years the old man sees them
lovely lady of the sea and shore
calypso so soft and hard
she moans just like a mortal woman
the mirror changes as if filled with vapour
the mirror reveals an empty bed
voices all around whisper in odysseus’ ear
words he cannot understand
he reaches out but the caves walls seem to move
in the mirror he goes out into her wonderful garden
he looks at her flowers
that pulsate in strange colours and vibrancy
the flowers move in unison to the first breezes of the day
everything has changed
odysseus feels open
everything is coming in
this wondrous bower
the grapes which grow on trellises
her sheep and goats graze for the wool
that the lady spins upon her loom
her birds
for the lady must have song
but when she sings all else is silent in the world
and her voice shames the nightingales
2 tiny rivers run through her garden from a spring
” my garden is an inclosed spring, my love” she had said
holding his hand to her
odysseus remembered this and smiled
he watched the nymphs minnows dart in her silver streams
he put his head down to the waters and
he drank from her crystal spring deeply
as he lifted his head
in the rippling reflections
he saw her form once again
move like a dream
across his life
calypso weaving
calypso singing
calypso brushing her dark hair in the mirror
calypso walking with her goats
calypso at midday as she swam in the sea
calypso in the long afternoons of her endless summer
calypso telling him of times long ago
of jason of theseus of perseus
all she had known
the isle was alive
and everything there did its mistress’ bidding
the fruit grew and was sustained by her powers
the elementals obeyed her
the rain fell only when she desired
odysseus went down to the shore
as he did every day
as he had done for thousands of days
the sea stretched away
away away away
he could not even remember
why he had wanted to leave

odysseus
we see him now
he’s a medium man in everyway
only his eyes
only his eyes have this look
they are the colour of the sea
we see the nymph calypso
tall pale dark haired
tattooed on her skin spells and enchantments
they sit together on a little beach
she lightly strokes his back
her fingers move like electricity underskin
odysseus stifles a shudder of pleasure
for the nymph makes men forget themselves
here on her island
here in this glittering grey sea
here on this strange and random world
the sun sets but the evening is warm
the man eats cheese and bread
he drinks a deep draught of calypsos wine
her fingers and her dark wine continue to bewitch him
odysseus on the enchanted isle
calypso with her crystal rivulets and her golden loom
her seabirds and falcons
her lovely maids each a different elemental
calypso sings in her unfathomable voice
as she sings we see her songs manifest as foggy images
we smell faint aromas
we taste but distantly ambrosia
the nymph sings
of arcadia of pan of the grape
of wondrous heaven
of zeus’ love for mortal women
of the burning cold stars
of sleep
of dream
of mortal mans death
see her dressed in red
her black hair bound back
her amulets of sea silver
her anklets of jade
her ring is a golden skull with sapphire eyes
ardent and immortal witch
odysseus stares out to sea
a medium man in every way

underglass
finalization of the cut
out with the old
in with the pneumatic
torn away
more kilbey…oh no
someone watching me
envying me
cursing me
you know where i am
come on n get me
as if i dont know who you are
you think : oh it couldve been me…
no
no it couldnt have been you
you didnt have what it took
i didnt decide that
everybody else did
its a free market
and frankly you had no marginal utility
you never even knew me
but oh how it must have goaded you to see me rise
and still no one loved you
yes i understand the craving for love
poor you…unadored all these years
how can you bear it?
the weight of all that obscurity
and there he is
your opposite
your opposite in everything
hes reappeared
hes getting the keys to some kingdom
you stewing in your day job
i would be sad but thats what you deserved
many were called but few were chosen
you betrayed yourself
you were not where you wanted to be
i’m sure youd happily forgotten about me
and then
damn it
i was probably stuck in your face
that name going round in your brain
oh my pretty face in a magazine
kilbey says this
kilbey says that
it must have made you fume
but you had no platform
but you had no forum
but you had no listeners except a few bored cronies
theyd heard it all before
and eventually switched off
when you started your rants about me
all that pent up steam!
i wonder at what stage did you realise it was over
and mercifully give up?
i wasnt surprised the first time when it was you hassling me
and i’m not surprised now
you see
if anyone understands envy its me
everyone here knows that
loads of envy festering in me..to my own ruination
how excited you must have been
when you finally found a platform
a platform to tell people that…..
that…
and thats where it kind of went wrong for you
because you realised
well
there really wasnt much to say
youre all jumped up and ready to go
but
jesus
you aint got much information
you dont really know me
you cant really say anything bad about me
but you hang in there
being a mystery sniper over the years….
(pardon me, i’m yawning again)
but you just cant handle it
even after my ups and downs
if you see anyone “loving” me
it incenses you
why?
well its obvious i suppose
you think
why dont they “love” me?
well the reason that they dont
is that youre an anonymous sniper
on someones blogs comments
and that doesnt get much adoration
unless youre really funny….nope
or cute…nope
or even in-the-know…nope
youre a bitter shadow from the past
youre a face accosting me at a mall
this is the difference between us
i went out n made starfish n jack frost n priest n etc
you did a cover version of a 2 chord new wave song
and it was a little dull n dismal
not one person ever adored you for it
let me tell you adoration isnt all its cracked up to be
its fickle
and it bites
and it hurts
and it hurts when its all gone
it wouldnt have suited you
it wasnt on the cards for you
i know it sounds cruel
but im trying to let you off the hook
the hook of your obsessive hatred
let your axe be ground
turn your sword into a ploughshare
just breathe n let it go
forget about me
go gently into that good night
youre alive…rejoice!
maybe theres still hope
now
let it go

yawn
maybe i am keeping 50 people happy
how many was baudelaire keeping happy?
how many was vincent van go go keeping happy?
at least its 50 more than you ,mr anonymous
there are many ways to measure success and failure
money is one way
hey i made enough money to get here
and never work for the man
and all the ideas i work on are from my own head
i have dreampt up stuff to keep me going
i know you didnt really want an answer
but there you go
i realise your own frustrations cause you to lash out
at people you perceived as being “loved”
sometimes everyone feels like that
your complete lack of talent n your tiny penis have not helped
never mind
you now made the grade
bickering with a washed up rockers die-hard fans
such a hollow triumph
or did you feel good?
meanwhile in bondi
the washed up rocker has celebrated chrimbo too hard
yoga n swimming have been neglected
and lying around groaning is being pursued
i watch my 3 kids take ricky apart on a windy park
at the edge of the great ocean
but i am powerless to help him
as they ride, pummel and buck
eve is really going for it
and the baby runs around squealing in excitement
but im lying on a park bench half asleep
under a grey low sky
i wake up every now n then confused
to see my kids giving ricky a good razz
the kids are all tanned…n evie freckling
scarlet has a golden colour on her face
she truly is the most exquisite kid
she hurts her foot and i carry her
she gives me tiny little kisses
and whispers i love you dad
i say if you keep doing that
i’ll keep on carrying you…..
yes
i am proud of my daughters
they are bloody lovely
and unlike me
they get on well with everyone
any one of em
could be a prime minister
or an incredible actress
or a famous artist
or a really good friend
its like nature has corrected all the design errors in me
and got it right in them
less the hostility and bitterness that plagues me
my kids are loved and they know it
thats what i can do for my family
i dont come home drunk n violent
i dont slap their mother about
i dont gamble and play around
i’m there for em most of the time
i wasnt for elli n minna n thats a terrible thing
thats one benefit of being a washed up rocker
no day job
oh i’d take one if i could
yes
to try and get ahead i would
if there was a job i could do
but there isnt
and i’d ruin it for the others working there
so dont wish me on the work force
still
one has to do what one has to do
and i will
(whatever it takes at the time)
blah blah blah
how silly of me to explain myself
as if you dont already know
youd never dare to say these things to my face
because then i’d look you in the eye
and answer you
and you wouldnt like my answer
your advice to me
is like me advising bob dylan what to do
its null n void
itd be like me advising you about your investments
itd be like a herring in the northern sea
telling a panther what to do
a mangy one but a panther none the less
remaining in the ruins of ecstasy
grooving out his terminal buzz
and look
i thought maybe you would understand this
the whales are optional
eject the whales
when youre cruising down a shuddering highway
and your top is rolled down
and youre grooving
suddenly them whales start up
(first thing: are they actually whales?)
second thing : would you rather 20 minutes of silence?)
just eject it
you dont HAVE to listen to em
you got painkiller for 3 bucks
n berate me for it?
as if i fucking care how much you paid for it
i’m busy planning new stuff
im gonna have an exhibition
and every painting will have words n music attached
is that moving on?
i’m working on gb3
im working on k/k
we’re finishing the churchs new album
blah blah
you know it all
i fight the good fight
armed with my ideas
i am allowed a little destructive leeway
from my admirers
because i have created so much
but you…..?
cant you see what a fool you are?

the day after christmas
whoah!
nk made roast vegan chrimbo dinner
in attendance nelg
thee mr ricky
jlk
ak n ek
lil sk
warm warm night
people out n partying
see guy dancing with/ doing his girlfriend in a window
english kids at the bankomat
talking about cocaine too loud
talking about this n that
greedy killer what have you done
we party on till 6 oclock in the morning
we have a cup of coffee and sit outside
watching the moving jumping stars
we see a guy practicing these waltz steps on his own
we hear someone violently puke
we watch as all the lights go off
only when morning is touching the sky
with her rosy fingers
do we finally retire into the house
nk has her party mix on
i hear autosleeper by chapterhouse
i hear the verve
i hear grants far out corporation
we play black ryders album over n over
the black ryders (unfinished?) album
jesus…its transcendent …
nk keeps going oh this is my favourite track
and playing them over n over
the black ryder are scott von rypers band
with aimee nash of course(spelling?)
they shoegaze and implode in sweet sweet music
wow we dig this record immensely
its become a firm fave for these intoxi-nites
supplanting even the stooges
there is no higher compliment i think
than to listen to music high
this black ryder is sweet sometimes sickly sweet
its naive and knowing
its innocent and burnt out
things are submarine
theres no clarity
everything floats n wafts or is frazzled
its like an x ray of a rock band
everything appears at once
the record is impossibly “druggy”
without probably ever mentioning it
i cant really hear that much of the singing
its not necessarily necessary
of course thee mr ricky is playing on it too
jesus hes on glen bennies album too
looping and going backwards n all his usual tricks
ricky and i share an aesthetic
we understand
we love
we always using
the drone
that note which goes thru everything
painkiller 2….
scott plays some lonesome lonely slide guitar
hes a subtle kind of guy
softly spoken
a real olde fashioned gentleman
his guitaring seems to partially represent this
maymi on the other hand
a passionate arrogant bloke with conviction
his guitar playing is like that
he and scott n william get all merged up
you cant tell where one ends n the other begins
this delights el maymo
who loves getting lost in the other instruments
maymi n i
we both love stuff like
spaceman 3
spectrum
spiritualized
loop
neu
ride
straitjacket fits
bill nelson
the underground lovers
the triffids
eno n fripp
its not about your prestige on the lead guitar
its about the creation of atmosphere
thats what we do
create atmospheres
painkiller 2 is enough atmosphere to breathe
but be careful
it could make you lightheaded
we attempt to conjure up the feeling
of being out of your mind on dope n speed
or the flickering formless chaos of falling asleep
the acid explosion
the final victory of unconsciousness
rah rah rah!

its a lovely day here
nothings ever perfect
but there you go
warm day
its cloudy
a day to drift
flowers
trees
birds
sky
children
its quiet oh so quiet
i wear a flannelette shirt n shorts i cut off from longs
i am tanned n freckly
i type type type
soon will go down the beach
what else can you do on chrimbo day?
watch the paleskinburn
watch the macho ritual
watch the fake tans fake boobs n fake smiles
none of us believe we will ever have to leave
but in one years time who will be left?
i will be in the moment therefore
i will not long for christmas gone
nor some future time when my ship comes in (again)
i will paint n paint
i must paint 30 pics by march
i gotta nexxybishun in pittsburgh
art man technology
yeah…should be able to extrapolate sumthing
painkiller mk 2 is great
a perfect canvas to work on
hey i bet ricky could think up an overdub or 3
paint
painkiller 2
do k/k 2
i dunno
go down beach
loadsa strange types
ugly little geezers with beautiful wives
english tourists wearing santa hats
queueing up for the disco
theyre gonna get sloshed n outta of their skulls
theyre gonna fry n fall in love n wake up feeling sick
theyre gonna jump about to the incessant doof doof doof
as a million twenty sumfings from europa
jam themselves into the pavilion of dreams
the sun beats down hard
the eccy comes on hard
the music is hard
you stumble into the sea youre twenty three
youre from spain or italy
youre in bondi outta your tree
you drinkin’ booze you dropped an e
the palm trees are nodding at ya
the sun xrays your soft naive skin
you have everything in a backpack in a locker
your passport
your ticket
your condoms
your money
your good shirt thats nearly clean
your postcard from your dad n sister
your directions to a hostel in the junction
an all day bus pass
someones phone number in manly
a receipt thats unreadable
the sun beats down
much stronger than at home
it beats down through the clouds regardless
it presses on your forehead like a burning iron
the sea is cold and clear
youre not used to the waves
they knock you sideways
you go down easy
the water is salty in your throat
it hurts your eyes and fills your ears
you crawl out
and eventually get back into the dance party
you french kiss some english girl
you give an irish bird a chinese burn
you talk italian n drink scotch
you have a japanese beer with a chinese chick
some hottie gives you the cold shoulder
or was she fainting
the music just pumps on n on
like a huge robotic lover
you cant tell whats happening
people yell in your ear
people crash against you
youre in….where….australia…?!
the worlds gonna end in 4 years…less than that now
its fucking christmas day
youre sunburnt even with yer olive skin
youre wearing a pair of shorts and a fcuk tshirt
your name is julio
or stefan
or jimmy
or moondog
or whatever it is
it doesnt matter any more
it never did
you see that now
nothing matters
but that sun
that music
that stranger kissing you
that sweat soaking your skin
that collective sway n push of the crowd
the
noise
the beer
the e
the confusion
palm trees, clouds
out there families eating christmas dinner
people dying in hospital on xmas day
people working down mines
people blowing up rubber swimming pools
people riding scooters
people skypeing their mum
people sleeping it off
people with aching backs
people with sore throats
people with a good feeling
people listening to painkiller 2
me n ricky listen back to painkiller 2
15 minute
18 minute tracks
it rolls out n on
its like a loada stuff at once
scarlets in the bath playing with her shark set
this aint a shark she says
tossing me the hammerhead
yes it is! i say
no…this is a shark! (holding up the big great white)
yeah yeah
i got a new guitar strap n some candy
ok
might have some right now
ha ha ha
bah humbug!

my dearest subjects
and objects
chrimbo is upon us
a time when one reflects upon the events of the year
and reaches for another slice of brandy soaked chrimbo pudding
mmm (burp)
pardon me….
a time to recap
recap any objects you pay have left the cap off of
or recap your cap gun
the cap sat on the map
go cap in hand and head in cap (if theres room)
get caps for your teeth
buy a white hippy moses beard from greedyba$tard @avarice.lime
tomorrow is santas little boys birthday
and everyone will eat roast rain dear
and santa will fly thru the skies on his slay
pulled by a flock of wild turkeys
or is santa slayed by the wild turkey
and dropped all his toys
that man aint getting down my chimney no more
santa claws oooh hes a mean old man
i prefer santa fe
at least they have an “artsy” community there…
me….?
i just noticed that darling scarlet
has scribbled on eves face
that has taken me a long time to do
hmmmmm…..
i rub at scribble hopefully…
nope…its biro n it aint moving!
darn little goose!
scarlet may be the colour of her botty after this…..
(fifty lashes and bread n water)
yeah
anyway
(just letting it go…)
chrimbo chrimbo
when we celebrate with tinsel
which represents our true deep inner feelings
and we chop down small pine trees
to symbolize new life
and we chuck em out on the street 5th of jan
to symbolize the new year
and we eat dead chicken to symbolize merriment
and we kiss aunty maude who we hate
to symbolize chrimbos power
to make you do things you hate
and
we give gifts to celebrate that fellas birthday
only it isnt actually his birthday
it was some other holiday before that
n
someone thought…hmmmm…
these pagan bastards, they really enjoy their winter shin digs
so lets combine it with chrimbo…n it’ll be wholly holy (with holly)
(jolly too)
can you imagine being satan claws n being jolly all the fuckin’ time?
ho ho bastard ho! whattya want for chrimbo you snotty nosed little brat?
what ? a mega ipod and a full set of gen-o-side war games?
how old are ya? what? 4?
ok can you take a little time to read these conditions?

(in small print)
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AND THEN
ITS GONNA MAKE YOU CRAWL
ITS GONNA MAKE YOU BAWL AND SHOUT
ITS GONNA CAUSE A BLACK SLIMY DISCHARGE FROM YOUR NOSTRILS
IT CONTAINS PIECES OF EIGHT AND TRACES OF JEALOUSY
IT IS 15 CENTS REDEEMABLE IN CAL OR S.A.
IT IS MADE IN GENUINE SWEAT SHOP CONDITIONS
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FOR PURPOSES
OF BUGGERING UP MOTHER EARTH
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NO RESPONSIBILITY TAKEN ONLY MONEY
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MADE FROM NARWHALS HORN N SNOW TIGERS BALLS
TESTED ON BABIES N OLD LADIES IN ROMANIAN DUNGEONS
CONTEST NOT OPEN TO FAMILIES OR FRIENDS OF THE FOLLOWING:
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BLACK SEPTEMBER
IRA
MAFIA
JACUZZI
TRIPLE SEC
WHITE SOUP REAMISTS
WEATHERCOCKS
TERRY-ISTS
ROUNDHEADS
BLACK REBEL UNICYCLE CLUB (AND THEIR DAD)
THE TENDER GARDENERS
ANYONE WHO EVER THOUGHT A NAUGHTY THOUGHT ABOUT THE U.S.
ANY COMMIES OR PINKOS
ANY FOREIGNERS OR STRANGERS
ANY ONE WHO HAD A HEART
ANY ONE ELSE NOT ALREADY MENTIONED
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AND I AGREE WITH EVERYTHING YOU SAY
SIGNED………..
DATED…………
WITNESSED………….

you stuff your gifts into someones stockings
and you notice the fairy on the tree is watching you
you kneel and ask mary for guidance
you hear footsteps on the roof
get this!
a cat wearing some kinda paramilitary red n white jumpsuit
is sliding down your chimney
he explodes through your gas heater in soot n sparks n reindeer manure
ho ho bastard ho
its quite a mantra isnt it
chrimbo is a time of festive joyous feelings
but drink plenty of water and take vitaman x the next day
chrimbo is a time of hauling holly to the decks
and gold and the other two things
and orient-r which is a great bar in kilbeyville
and chrimbo is a time of adoration
just find something to adore or to a door
or even to do
chrimbo is a time of flying reindeer and candy cane
so take it seriously
santas flight routes have been approved
however he may bypass turkish kurdish boarders
and drop in on the la hareem club in downtown saudi arabia
give me some speed n give the deer ones some snow
chrimbo is a time of returning unwanted books and
arguing with some toffee nosed git to get a refund
chrimbo is a time of talking to olde grande aunt flo
about her lil’ will….
chrimbo is a time of drinking loadsa grog n shlurring yer shpeech
chrimbo is a time of bonging on n on in fronna the telly
n eating toast n corn flakes
while it rains
or bakes
or grimly freezes
your nuts right off yer nutcracker
chrimbo is a time of abject loneliness n being uninvited
(like the freakin’ clowns, baybee)
chrimbo is a time of remembering what an utter utter bastard
olde king herod was
hence
hark the herod angels shrink!
and
chrimbo is a time of merriment
thats getting drunk
and its a time of celebration
thats getting drunk too
and forgetting and forgiving
by getting drunk
and remembering…..
um…
and chrimbo is a time of midnight mass
oooh creepy
i wonder if they have any more of that wine there
or those cute little wafers
everyone loves chrimbo especially the tinsel makers
n the candy cane guys
and that sweet fairy among the trees
and the flashing red lights in kings cross
and the lovely decorations in cardboard city
and shanty town
and the ex-cons can be santas too! protesters
and to our lovely land lady
with her strange properties
where everything
goes up n up n up n up
including my chrimbo finger
chrimbo is a time of taking and giving em hell
chrimbo is a few days off work so who cares what it is
chrimbo is me
and chrimbo is you
you giving subscribing donating
to me
go on or i’ll tell farther christmas
so the time being can cook his own goose
and the doodles n woofle
get all they deserve
ah!
merry merry chrimbo then
and all through this house
no creature is stirring
not even big fat black cockroach
stuck in a roachmotel
without his credit card
oh deer!
goodnight rudolph
i have a red nose ALL year round!

well
a smallish but enthusiastic crowd
we played well
me raggedly but enthusiastically
we improvised a little more than last time
same set list
well received
very happy tho i wish more there
the wonderful sue c (n husband)
the marvellous iseult
the astonishing big smiles kate
who did indeed have big smiles
the dynamic duo lady di n therese
in matching blue n pink seance shirts
anakki bloody mayhem
(what a little stunner!)
who was sufficiently inspired to
form her own group)
my brother russell (who i slept with)
and lovely amy scully

capt mission
sir david r , prince among accountants
george the handsomest cabbie in the world
petaluma who did my merch
nelg looking healthy
margot smith
a lovely lady who gave me a bottle of jaeger
i wasnt expecting it
and the boys n i sat
absentmindedly drinking the stuff
backstage
and hit the straps half pissed
my bass was outta tune n tuner not working
i made a few mistakes in my half pissed
cookied up, slightly speeding
excited nervous condition
we had some great jams
ricky switched on his raagini
(an artificial tamboura drone)
and i sang hey krishna hey rama
hey vishnu narayana
i felt some energy pour into my sweaty head
little lights lit up on my bass
showing me where to put my fingers
an autocue spewed the words behind my eyes
everything was swimming before my eyes
the band pounded down like a beauty
william bowden…what a find!
scott von ryper …ditto
ricky maymi who is sick of reading his fuckin’ name
on this fuckin’ blog….hes a modest guy
but he rocks with a vengeance
he loves anything
droning
surging
modulating
oscillating
echoing
repeating
looping
he is the nazz
and the ultimate good vibes man
scott had a perfect gig from where i stood
i’m not sure what those 2 were doing a lot of the time
but i sure loved it so i let it wash over me
like the shoalhaven river just near braidwood
william called in the random spirits of the air
teepee the drummer
was huge
he did his usual incredible gig
what a drummer!
a rock i could n can depend on
4 very nice human beings
each excelling in some particular area
before the show
i did an interview with noise tv
watch sbs next weekend
i was a little over the top
some of my personae escaped
including
a curt n poufy tv presenter
a drunken scotsman berating the music biz
(complete with bad accent)
a drunken snobby old english git
a fool
an idiot
and a cretinous moron
all gleefully portrayed by moi
my wife was there
she looked beautiful
and was enthusiastic about my performance
and showed her appreciation in many ways
i did ok with merch
but didnt sell many prints
but sold a few cards
unfortunately (holly)
i gave some prints to the band for chrimbo
and one to m kennedy…
other painkiller facts
after strong smell in club
we were told to smoke our dope outside…
we said : we are smoking it outside!
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for dinner i had bruschetta chips n pumpkin n macadamia soup
ricky scott n william all smoke cigarettes
william n tim like red wine
scott likes beer
i like jaeger
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according to babysitter
the doodles went down easy
but the woofle batted on
n on n on n on
feeling good n refreshed today
guess what
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i have 3 cds of new painkiller to listen to
i aint heard it before
this is whole band on second album…raw material
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jorden brebach did a great mix!
hes also currently mixing new c. album
in his orange room studio in surry hills
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i incorporated chrimbo carols into some songs
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i wore a painkiller t shirt
my free david jones jeans
black socks
black boots
black underpants
two gold earrings
an expression of bewilderment
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my bass being outta tune threw me for a loop
i was confused during first n second song
my e string was miles out
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we finished on every hour god sends
grant came up with that title
when i was mocking him saying
grant works every hour god sends…that poor man…
he turned it around
it could be the theme song for 21 12 2012
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i’m goin’ swimming now n taking the girls
bye

i

deep in the desert
no no no
those mad singing women
the congas
the bongoes
the rainsticks
the rippling electric piano
the real piano as if submerged
the sand slowly fills up the glass
dont try n understand me
oh you never will
let me wash over you like the shoalhaven river
let my words hold you up
let me drive for a hundred miles deeper
take me back in time oh i know you cant
i feel alone in the crowd
i dont know how they stand it
i walk along with my shadow in the mesa
i talk to myself as i drink from my canteen
i try to learn to play the bass again in my bedroom
i try to remember english and how it is spoken
i get stoned with ricky but hes lost in his loop
am i a musician
am i a tragedian
am i an olde insane childe
whispering my imaginary friends name through my beard
my fingers and my throat get sore
what do these words n notes mean
which kilbey chose em n why
i am disconnected
i am not at home
i grin like a fool but i’m empty as a shell can ever be
my friends at the pool
miha as good king wenceslas
cam as billy the fucking kid
mark as an alchemist or apothecary
eddie as amazonian shaman
mick as confucious
paul as one of the earps
everyone as someone else
everything out of place n dislocated
the wind blows down hard on eden
i type n type but i dont say much
i struggle to resume consciousness
i fathom the metric system
i just put anything down at all
its easy go on try
i hear thunder on a quiet day
sydney , goodbye, i cant go on anymore
cable schmabel
pick me up in the air waves to night
i am always here
i am never there
please
your response is un needed
go on
say something
evaporate
or go bust

hold him down boys
c’mon give us some truth
another voice : tell us something we dont know
yet another voice : …n we might letcha go…..
ok
ok ok
i am a free lance unemployed renaissance man
i was born in 1954
gee that makes me…..
voice : old!
the early years of my life were uneventful
apart from several bank robberies
2 revolutions
and a volcano
things were pretty much the same as all kids
i worked down the mines and i drank whisky
voice : c’mon we already know all this…!
i am the 1st son of a 1st son of a 1st son
i bank with the riverbank
i shop at the enchanted hollow tree
i write songs about the time and the distance
voice : which time….which distance…?
well err uh….there are many times
8.11 in the morning for example….
or 1492
when columbus sailed the ocean turquoise
and the distance is
the distance between you and me
i mean you metaphysically
not literally
and by literally i mean….
voice : tell us about your little gang
what….?
another voice : tell us about david neil…..
yet another voice : and your sister kathy…
ok ok
you see its a mild morning here
voice : and….?
and small fluffy clouds ponce about in the sky
while the effeminate sun hides coquettishly behind
the pink pink pink moon
voice : this had better be leading somewhere, kilbey…
yes and the palms are chattering their teeth
and a cactus has gone in for a towel
the sandy soil whistled in a gravelly voice
another voice : tell us about the south american warlords son….!
oh yeah he’s harmless
voice : we hear hes carrying a ragini and a stylophone these days
another voice : jesus boss, this guy has a stylophone…?
voice : thats right….isnt it, kilbey…
yet another voice : tell us bout the vampyre…
another voice : and the scientist….
voice : and the whales too…where did you meet them
another voice : are you aware that a mr simon polinski
of some leafy suburb, melbourne
is under house arrest
and has signed a sworn confession : ie
fucking kilbey fucking did it! the utter bastard….!
voice : you better come clean, mister
ok ok
this is the truth
i am an alien
i never wrote utmw
it is the national anthem of my people, the xanxians
who live in a far corner of the sky
(some of us have round shoulders)
i cant remember if i cried
when i read about his winnowed bride…
voice : this is more like it…
i raised by a gas gas gas
in the year 2525 if man is still alive
we got 4 years TODAY!
exactly
4 years stuck on your eyes
here comes that rainy day feeling again
and if your love is true
i will give to you
every part of me
voice : we can use this….
going to the movies only makes me sad
fixing a hole in the ocean
i feel just like jesus son
jesus christ superstar
away in a manger
a crib for a bed
when i’m rushing on my run
over fields we go
laughing all the way
its my life
and
its my wife
tell my wife i love her very much
she knows
something in the things she shows me
and i really dont care anymore
following yonder star
little jesus are you watching me?
its becoming very clear
that you shouldnt be here….
round yon virgin
mother n child reunion is only a motion away
in a manger
little lord jesus laid down his sweet head
but he never lost his head
lying in the dark like an angel on my chest
i tell myself i am the cosmos
i am the october man i dream of many things
i saw three ships go sailing by
i sing the body electric
i am i am i am
voice : go on..are you getting all this, brad..?
a white moon appeared
watching the whole world
through the peculiar hole in the sky
you see this sky
this skies in love with you
scuse me while i kiss this sky
look at the stupid girl
shes like somewhere over the rainbow
something in the way she moves
she moves through the fair
she dont belong here anymore learn this the hard way
she aches just like a woman with a reason
may nothing you dismay
jesus christ was born today
jesus christ was born
voice : thats probably enough…
until the 12th of never
goodbye goodbye goodbye
voice : its not what you say..
gazing at you i see the heat