The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

did this on fright home from perthhope you enjoysteve-0 psafter watching this back i realized how many pictures without a shirtthis was coz mainlyevery time i sat down with my laptop lately its been 100 degree heatapologies to any offended personsit was not my intention to be so toplesssk (five minutes later)

************************************** another giganother dayanother wanka with another waywho cares …not mei drink my coffee eat my sweetsi smoke my smoke safely sedated in some van somewhere i xoom down my dooma somewhat curt kaboomi leave this roomyeah i strum my somewhat jotted songsspotted and hotted upi am like no otherin my suit of manflesh so dis-invincibleyeah my songs why you know emyeah my pipe dreams why you blow emwhy my scars well you show emi stand accused of rocknroll perjuryi stand accused before you the juryhe he come chased by furieshere comes that mangy panther stalking little baby answershis fur is farflung like fafnir the dragontake a dragon this sister senorita maneaterah i cant compete ahah i should just delete ahyeah i see you move out the corner o’ my eyemy inner imy bond imy wand imy fond youwander become fonderwilde blew yonderin a late model hondasundered my thunderoh god i am thori hammer on i hammer offi move in for the krillsteve krillboy sucking it all in i filter it all outi am a blue waili am saturday night alright for flight inbabble babble says the rabblethe ram bamboozleduplode downlowedex-plodei got more memory in this thing(taps his head)i red the classics i black outnice rack….can i get it unpackplay another trackfrom your new discusi am a javelin unravelin’a maverick geezera mercurial messenger of amorphous thingsthe muses blew their fuses when they chooses w.h. mosesyeah i am the one who really supposesas close as thistheretherethere

a hundred degrees the thermo is blown skyhighat this rate at any rate i cast my fate to the windits so hot herei type wreathed in sweatonly cold shower is a relief but water is not coldafter a wily while surreality sets ini sit at my typewriter in the 1950si am just another idiot on a typewritermy feverish tormented brain pours out its meaninglessnessesits so hot omigod i roast in my own frecklefleshoh incessant type type typewhat wild thoughts will come into my cage of wordsi will catch you and stretch you with all these wordsbent out of frame a lame excuse to be leglesswheres maymi someone suddenly yellshes here doing his guitar homeworkhes behaving himself intent on figgering it outme…homework cannot helpmy mind is unconstrainable will not focus does not careif tonite the crowd screams n claps i will be goodif there is a crowdplease come if you are comingplease come and cheer and demand satisfactionwe will on here tonite here in free mantlejust beyond the concrete tits on the beachwhere the pebbles and cottages and art deco shops arehere i am pressurized by the agea great stupido hodgepodge of thingsawrightthe heat has gone to me headspacei type out my message with no messagejust random blips on some screentonite don my axetake my stage sing a songatoostrum in heavy lightdown the pubbeer aftershave hot night blond men red faces pushingmusic too loud my head is swimmingupstream updream up a beam of moonlightpulsing thru these incredible nightshanging on n on nonyeah anonon n on

aurora born in america has lived in australia since about age 3with only occasional trips to the u.s.but her accent refuses to fadeshe has native american bloodher totem animal seems to be the rabbitshe has read the twilight series 3 timesshe has a very high iqscoring in the top percentile in most subjectsshe wants to be a comedian/writersk

the woofle is a rare type of pixiesometimes if you see one you gotta stay very stillwoofles can grant any wishbut beware they have sharp teeth n can give a nasty bitewoofles live on chocolate and dewdrops and rose petalswoofles are never easy to findif you see one it means you are very very luckytherefore please enjoy my woofle vidsk

into the million dollar nightwhere stars doth burnunto which all souls returnwhere the rivers murmurof the silver futureand the golden sunwhich blesses everyonehas gone to its pasture in the greater beyondand the noises grow quieta boat approaches in the milky moonlightthat falls on the oars and the hands that rowneon hooded eyeline growsshe rushes through the rushes as she goesin a cloak of silkskin and webshe walks with her wolfwhose name is insistentat her side flies a spiderwho talks down inside heruni-fawn rideregypt is agogasleep in a hollow fogi soothe the savage beasts that swarm to informand i wing the woods and dells aye with my potions and spellsyes my dizzy spells you know too welli faint as much as i paintand i aint no quaint plaintiff with some mere complaintthe night is filled with music tho it be silent on your islandisland of warm darkness feel it heal you it deals you the hierophants handits real its rich its now its nightwander for a while childe thru that starlightthe boats have sailedthe light has paledthe dream is upon you againthat dream of another timedream brother sublimethere is a new suite in the windplayed by the rustling trees which i have orchestrated for theethe birds and geese the pelicans and the soaring albatrossthe elves themselves yesand the droning bees(never kill bees childe)may the west woods resonate thereas autumn comes and walks thru the faireststill slightly sunburned by the old summer who has now fled leaving behind this faint redoh million $ nitetomorrow all the money in the world will never bring you backso wander in its blackquieten your mind a bit down the trackmidnight arrives in deepest bluecalling down the line to youmillion $ nightall right