The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

tour nearly over
tour nearly done
boy we hadda good time
boy we had some fun
we gone from the west to the east
playing a song offa each
even back with 2 beast
now in the south
heading towards atlanta
2 more shows
2 more blows
2 more throws
2 nite its charlotte
gonna rock a little
gonna roll some more
them folks go crazy when los church hits the floor
(wanna some more , senor?)
yeah we ease on down the frickin’ road
past the fields past the “yield”s
past the levees past the stevies
past the factories
past the shops and the malls
past niagra fuckin falls
past flashing signs n bouncing balls
i weary i teary i strap on my guitar n my career-y
i sing i blada bling
i do my little dance routine
cant remember where i been
i grizzled sozzled pickled tickled bickering snickering
i shout move groove pluck sometimes i really suck
i getting old i getting cold
i getting hard to keep hold
i do a mah yoga
jus’ like i fuckin’ told ya
call me slim
call me Him
call me bright n bloody dim
call me weird with my kingly little beard
yeah babe you aint met me before
yeah man well my axe is at the door
yeah steve i bet yer throat is sore
yeah steve n i cant believe yer sleeve contains even more
the sun is shining down in the south
i let the beams bounce round my mouth
i let the dreams mine the deepest seam
it seems my dreams are on beam
it seems we live
it seems we die
it seems all i think is i i i
greedy little bastard i am
i want my jelly n my jam
i wanna save the little lamb, ma’am
i wanna eat pure
i wanna take the cure
hell i aint got time to be demur
killer go killer go killer go
you pushing fifty six
you pushing against the establishment bricks
(the pick of all the uptight pricks)
you drive on thru the american nite
starbucks
caffeine
water
5 daughter
freckles
thin fine hair
red underwear
sculpted calves bisected in halves
troubadour media-whore banging down some fuckin’ door
not going gently…i still aint ever ridden in a fuckin bentley
yeah i a contra diction
yeah i fact AND fiction
nearly sixty i got more poke than most folk
i can tell a good joke
i am an approachable bloke
i got my allies
i got my axis
i got my fiction i got my faxes
i got sunshine i got rain
heard you comin’ back again
2 more shows
2 more close
2 more reap what ya sows
i sing the body corporate
i sing the words that you forgot
i sing your life
i sing your childhood
i sing your death
i sing with belated breath
i sing on the moor
i sing out there on the flaw
i sing for the poor
i sing because i cant do any fucking more
i love you all
all my lovely little fans scampering about
this great wide world make me wanna shout
ok
see ya in carolina
nothing could be finer
except when the sun n moon do a sixty niner
or having all the tea in china
see ya
killer

been hard to post lately
what with bad internet
long journeys
general malaise and tiredness
am at the moment in a hotel by a brown dirty river
somewhere in new jersey
i believe i jut saw tony soup-rano
and pauly down there with shovels
its a bit depressing
the sun shines but its still kinda cold
the traffic endlessly roars n pours up n down the bridges
all our shows have been well received no doubt about it
the strange venues affect things
the one in mass not right for us…not on that night
nyc was sold out i
we played well the crowd liked it
last night in long island was great if a little underpopulated
the theatre was perfect for us in many ways
but all the attention is on ya
as opposed to nyc where people are drinking n talking n eating
all these different style gigs inculcate a different kinda show
how could it be otherwise…?
i get affected by venues
i played in some incredible venues
(yeah foxboro was great venue)
and i played in some empty icy mausoleums
and some overpacked sweaty holes-in-the-wall
and some posh brasserie and some dirty garage
seen em all i guess
tonite is a really nice place sellersville in pennsylvania
just the right size for us
i believe ticket sales have been healthy there
the drive is about 3 hours i suppose
will fill you in
love
sk

here in boston
at some weird place we playing at
gonna post a partial interview with gavin mckillop
filmed in l.a. (maan!)
yesterday disappeared into the fog of some distance
today seems empty and strangely sad
someone mentions mandrake
random instances freak us out
for instance the freezing cold dressing room
people turning up in the wrong places
pianos drift from the empty apartments
the drums bang bomp boom
the crush in traffic
feeling tired without my medicine
weird weather ominous
i forget the questions i sposed to ask

unreality sets in
i push on
i sing i play
detroit
madison
no
lyonesse
no
atlanta
hartford
ilium
constantinople
i look in the mirror
oh ageing down the ages
we pull in somewhere for gas
i check my monitor
i lose my key
i lose my patience
i eat some cashews
a large soy latte please
more guitar in the left speaker please
can i sit in the front
can we stop soon my legs are aching
hotels blur by in green and brown
goodbye everybody
i gotta go
gotta leave you all behind n face the truth
i drink some booze
i drink some water
pack my case
unfold my guitar
stretch out on my mat
i zoom along thrum thrum hum thrum
i get in i get out i get in again
smoke some more
play some more drive some more
forget some more
unreality has set in
new york
tokyo
london
munich
everybody talking bout
pop music

i just wrote a whole blog for an hour
it disappeared into the ether coz i was on the wrong network
now its gone
no time to write a new one
boo hoo

hallucinating in suite 16
airport inn
the weather is sleeting
sleet such a lovely word
some spring you got here cleveland
some big fat spring
in my opaque window room
with my un-ironed clothes and my un-ironic close
wind howls n prowls outside
in here i get used to my little lonelinesses
pleasant loneliness as i drift off in my reveries
i fiddle round with things ordinary things
like i-this n i-that
have i-succumbed ?
i-dunno (now available in dull grey)
and
i-already
(place expression of interest !)
meanwhile we limber up for saturday nite in cleveland
home of rock
epitome of rock
in a way cleveland is everytown
in a way the church is everyband
in a way tonite is everynight
see?
they say i lost my marbles
but i see the white glow which pierces my hearts nadir
i feel the omnidirectional wake of the spirit
i apprehend the fleeting fractionated implosion of energy
is that death or life then
mornings ease themselves slowly to day
slowly today my mirror beacon
my views of the streets and rhodes
my turning suspending flow of articulated trucks deliver words
i huddle next to the heater
the houses in o’high-oh
some seem so inviting
some seem so foreboding
as we zoom down snow road
i live my whole life inside each house
as me who is not me
a girl going to high school in the forties
her dad who works hard
no tv no drugs no internet no nothing
booze i guess and ciggies yeah
well the winters were cold but the summers were lovely
ohio says kilbey we understand each other
ohio says we have our moods but we have our moments
indiana says ah shuttup
texas says whats going on here!?
california says dude chill!
oregon says i’m not saying anything in this stupid blog…!
washington says put tacoma into one of your songs
west virginia says well………
new south wales says at least better than old south wales
victoria says we got the italian places in carlton on lygon street
nineveh says im here waiting for you steven
rome says we have laid waste the beer rider
greece says greece is the word its got style its got meaning
ur says errr..?
atlantis says ^^^^^^^^^^^^
noahs ark says””””””””””””””””””
mammon says $$$$$$$$$$$$$
the sleet says *******************
the orgy says %%%%%%%%%%%%%%
the train tracks says ===========
leaning tower of pizza says / /

ok
now go home while i do some yoga!

ME

who am i….?
i as born in 1954 in welwyn garden city herts england
at an early age i learned to breathe
at a later stage i got my 1st bass
suite 16
never been kissed
did a deal with some devil
my dad said watchit slim !
i immediate bass addict
i want to make your inside vibrate to the pulse
i want to sync up my lips to the unsinking star
i go n make a fucking record
bingo! yes!
gotcha
eventually confused
whisked here n there
berlin brazil babylon nineveh
ohio
hi
oh hi
i in ohio
tonight
of all places in some airport hotel
my room is not too shabby
my window is opaque
i can see nothing but grey thru it
my foggy dazed eyes
my ringing ears
my sore throat
my confused mind
a nervous poet type
a dopey aesthete
an austere venerated old boy
oh i type the light fantastic
oh i sing i dance i fall asleep
sorry i am absent today
decided little steven was feeling kinda bilious and
thought he better stay home deep in my id
where he sits in the mirror in lyneham
fiddling with his ludicrous hairdo and plucking his violent bass
no
his violin bass
boom boom boom he wants to play so well
he can feel it but it cant happen
that boy wants to play then
like i play now but time needs its space
let me be a rocknroll star he prays to his graven craven image of
marco boleyn
who presides over this teenage room of rock adulation
behold the wardrobe is plastered with pics of
alvin lee
neil young
and other black n white pages torn from go-set magazine
the boy hasnt heard some of em but he likes the look
the beatles arrived 6 years ago
the b n w world exploaded into colour glo
now i got me my long hair
now i got me my bass
now i got me my amp
many many years later
ohio
the ohio express
the 1st time i heard the word ohio
a bubblegum band
yummy yummy yummy i got love in my tummy
chewy chewy chewy chewy
warped kinda catchy songs
ohio express
wow that sounded exotic to me then
me n tim n pete go eat dinner in a diner
its almost empty
i have a boca burger
the lights make the waitress look like a cadaver in her skinniness
the food is dead n over cooked
the world is a blur of cars rushing by in a drizzle
last night was last life
we played on a stage and we did well
the people clapped n cheered and i smiled
i sang a song or 2 which meant something to em
i shot my words at them and some got hit
they remembered things
old times
past n dead loves
old houses and gone homes
the smell of something familiar but absent
what am i doing?
is it good or bad or neutral?
this is what i have been practicing all my life
to pluck that string
to sing that word
to write your song
the soundtrack to your 9 lives, cats
my voice oh you can trust it
cos it doth not sing of money thing
my song belong in the throng of throngs
universal and subconscious
my songs are just love in a sonic form
love congealed into sound
us 4 who love to make this music
we try to jazz it up
we try to imply not step on your “i”
you should infer thats what we prefer
love this music that now belongs to you
oh i came a long way to ohio today
travel by thought
travel by stone n gravel
travel by wheel whats the deal
travel by gps guided by mech voices
ohio
a knight off
a knight at the altar of altered states of america
east coast time being
mean time
my room is quiet and sealed
i hear a distant wind whining in some place
but the sound is comforting n far off here in my room
my bed is big enuff for 4 me’s
i could sleep sideways
i could sleep hovering above it
i could sleep with the stars god knows they are so low
the crescent moon is icy
the whole night says stay in lock yer door
the room is green n brown as usual
tasteful paintings abound
heavy drapes
i am safe at last
can hear n see nothing
like a luxury jail
fire alarm winks green
ok
now im gonna do something else
but…. what………?