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gotta lot riding on it heres me in 1985 i was talking to a reporter a piece of my mind all set to music put into words enamel finish a soft transfer a movement on a graph ideas where do they come from love where does  it go money burn blow away fall awake asleep i cant be alone push myself away change events in the replay i am anyway cant hear what with my ears my head knuckled down 000 eyes were stabbed by a ray but i see real sad stuff mother father of sick kids it rains cosmic influx of malevolence power escapes as wrath wrath seethes away as a hiss we shot overhead we head overshot i dream a new end i create monster i tinker with hook line sinker i fed ex document i said word i beg yer pardner thats it exhausted

gotta lot riding on it

heres me in 1985

i was talking to a reporter

a piece of my mind

all set to music

put into words

enamel finish

a soft transfer

a movement on a graph

ideas where do they come from

love where does  it go

money burn blow away

fall awake asleep

i cant be alone

push myself away

change events in the replay

i am anyway

cant hear what with my ears

my head knuckled down

000

eyes were stabbed by a ray

but i see real sad stuff

mother father of sick kids

it rains

cosmic influx of malevolence

power escapes as wrath

wrath seethes away as a hiss

we shot overhead

we head overshot

i dream a new end

i create monster

i tinker with hook line sinker

i fed ex document

i said word

i beg yer pardner

thats it

exhausted

hall of fickle fame

last night inducted hall o fame wow what does it all mean children altho yer ‘umble hero needs no validation still still still there i was a big room full of tables good i got my mother sitting next to me what a character she got to talk to tv host richard wilkins that was more exciting than moi i guess no she enjoyed it i think i sat there watching all other geezers making speeches i had no speech suddenly i realized i was sitting there no speech no nothing who the fuck was i gonna thank i dunno my mind was curiously empty then when i was starting to chuck a few things together in my head lindy morrison wanders over the drummer from the go-bes dont be so tense ok look how tense you are am i yeah look relax ok dont be tense well…. just dont be tense steven dont be SO TENSE! jesus they all have nice speeches soon our time is nigh megan washington who is australias wunderkind at the moment does unguarded mo pretty cool loadsa attitude yeah i was pretty proud (altho still dont like that song) then jesus george negus inducted us crikey gawd george negus a very heavyweight political journalist a character with some fucking gravitas my fiendss he inducted us the guy from aust 60 minutes wow! then i walk towards the stage my mind is a friggin’ blank and then suddenly it came forth as i had been trusting the words fell outta the air into my head i rambled on for 10 minutes or so and i got it right i cant remember what i said now i dont wanna but lo the assembly judged my words to be good many said ” that was the best […]

aria

sk n SK admire new thingy

last night

inducted hall o fame

wow

what does it all mean children

altho yer ‘umble hero needs no validation

still

still

still

there i was a big room full of tables

good i got my mother sitting next to me

what a character

she got to talk to tv host richard wilkins

that was more exciting than moi i guess

no she enjoyed it i think

i sat there watching all other geezers making speeches

i had no speech

suddenly i realized i was sitting there no speech no nothing

who the fuck was i gonna thank

i dunno

my mind was curiously empty

then when i was starting to chuck a few things together in my head

lindy morrison wanders over

the drummer from the go-bes

dont be so tense

ok

look how tense you are

am i

yeah look relax ok dont be tense

well….

just dont be tense

steven dont be SO TENSE!

jesus

they all have nice speeches

soon our time is nigh

megan washington who is australias wunderkind at the moment

does unguarded mo

pretty cool loadsa attitude

yeah i was pretty proud

(altho still dont like that song)

then jesus

george negus inducted us

crikey gawd

george negus a very heavyweight political journalist

a character with some fucking gravitas my fiendss

he inducted us

the guy from aust 60 minutes wow!

then i walk towards the stage

my mind is a friggin’ blank

and then

suddenly it came forth

as i had been trusting

the words fell outta the air into my head

i rambled on for 10 minutes or so

and i got it right

i cant remember what i said now

i dont wanna

but lo

the assembly judged my words to be good

many said ” that was the best speech i ever heard!”

well aw shucks

i trusted in the universe

the universe delivered me something

i guided it through my brain

and it came out i was lucky

i was lucky

i trusted but i still was lucky

i coulda croaked

i coulda  stood there empty handed n open mouthed

offending people n stuff but i didnt

i managed to get it right

then

the churchies played a couple of numbers

utmw of course

tantalised with strings couldnt hear em but know they were great

afterwards schmoozed a little

hey they all loved yer ‘umble hero ok??

yeah !

wrought

the pendulum swings in its predicted arc afternoon finds you with light as substance and  your hair back an old time latticed A saint intuitively forgetting everything just like i asked ya out in the west its dirty and dry i struggle to come up with even this on the way to the citys door microphoning along the burgeoned slip of a stream my songs suddenly in sense-surround i dream of vague wonders that twinkle out as i wake fizzling in my lightly drizzled unsought thought i vibrate gently under the room weight i still think of harmony so far away i scribble down something on a pad in a vestibule i sit on another plane looking scared again that night i hit a stage like running into a wall like stopping dead i assume my position the fetcher the carrier the uncertain one bang goes drum twang throb move some woman says something i stop to listen madelaine stowe screams silent in slo mo someone edit my loop someone come over bite someone free these blondes someone pardon their sins i hack through the redlight jungle so dense on a rainy night anxiety rides along watching me closely a man says something i understand he is very angry with me i am not there i hear what hes saying tho i sail overhead in my egotrap i navigate the ways n why fors i increase the bet i shrink down small like im not at all i must be hungry i am so empty my recharge was unsuccessful i should have followed the simple directions i should heeded the prompts morning began electric night ended nervous the city swallows us the turbine carbides strangle i crawl in the middle lanes as my plasma engine hesitates i was a singer […]

beebeeb

slumlord

the pendulum swings in its predicted arc

afternoon finds you with light as substance

and  your hair back an old time latticed A saint

intuitively forgetting everything just like i asked ya

out in the west its dirty and dry

i struggle to come up with even this

on the way to the citys door

microphoning along the burgeoned slip of a stream

my songs suddenly in sense-surround

i dream of vague wonders that twinkle out as i wake

fizzling in my lightly drizzled unsought thought

i vibrate gently under the room weight

i still think of harmony so far away

i scribble down something on a pad in a vestibule

i sit on another plane looking scared again

that night i hit a stage

like running into a wall like stopping dead

i assume my position the fetcher the carrier the uncertain one

bang goes drum twang throb move

some woman says something

i stop to listen

madelaine stowe screams silent in slo mo

someone edit my loop

someone come over bite

someone free these blondes someone pardon their sins

i hack through the redlight jungle

so dense on a rainy night

anxiety rides along watching me closely

a man says something

i understand he is very angry with me

i am not there i hear what hes saying tho

i sail overhead in my egotrap

i navigate the ways n why fors

i increase the bet

i shrink down small like im not at all

i must be hungry i am so empty

my recharge was unsuccessful

i should have followed the simple directions

i should heeded the prompts

morning began electric night ended nervous

the city swallows us the turbine carbides strangle

i crawl in the middle lanes as my plasma engine hesitates

i was a singer singing a song

a sing song sing along song

my song made em cry my song made em laugh

the words rushed out my throat i could not derail them

the words shot past my eyes

the words about the love in the song

i broke my songs back and i sent my song in shame

i researched my songs past

i showed up on my songs steppe

i touch my songs refrain with my mind finger

i was a some singer a singer gazelle a singer sunbeam a singer sowing machine

i was some singer singing in some silver shirt

i sang la la sha la la hi lo how do you know

im a strange person arent i ha ha ha

i sink my teef in to it

i sing baby baby baby baby baby baby baby

my winged words fly swift like darts

my crushed velvet knight his lance a lot

suitor for the sea nymph

waters wrong with this picture

i sing something about something good

i sang something bout something bad real bad

love wrong gone along song

a long along song

help you long your way

thats ok

its perfectly ok!

gb3 vanguard sydney

a reasonably full house an amazing band the incredible music of glenn bennie philippa sang beautifully ricky on 12 string ac me jumping about loving every minute we verily n truly doth rock rock we came for rock we did wonderful stuff glenns stuff is like no one elses in this whole world powerful moody evocative stuff i sang well ….didnt i the band played a fucking blinder these guys are tight n they are on a great night please i dont know what else to say except it was a rare perfect night a dream gig please put some reviews in here jasperina ? di n therese ? tell em how good it was the wilde chiilde? go on review it! love on you all if youre in melby you better come much much love on all of ya kilbey

a reasonably full house

an amazing band

the incredible music of glenn bennie

philippa sang beautifully

ricky on 12 string ac

me jumping about loving every minute

we verily n truly doth rock

rock we came for rock we did

wonderful stuff

glenns stuff is like no one elses in this whole world

powerful moody evocative stuff

i sang well ….didnt i

the band played a fucking blinder

these guys are tight n they are on

a great night

please i dont know what else to say

except it was a rare perfect night a dream gig

please put some reviews in here

jasperina ? di n therese ?

tell em how good it was

the wilde chiilde?

go on review it!

love on you all

if youre in melby you better come

much much love on all of ya

kilbey

Press Release : ARIA HALL OF FAME induction

ARIA HALL OF FAME 2010 Steve Kilbey, Peter Koppes, Tim Powles and Marty Willson-Piper are proud, excited and humbled to announce that the church will be inducted into the ARIA Hall of Fame along with John Williamson, Johnny Young, Models and The Loved Ones on Wednesday 27th October 2010 in Sydney, Australia at the Hordern Pavilion. “For 2010, ARIA (Australian Recording Industry Association) is proud to announce the impending induction of five distinct and authentic Australian music voices into the HALL OF FAME – John Williamson, Models, Johnny Young, The Loved Ones and the church. All of these artists are ingrained in Australia’s history as much as its future and now 2010 is the year to celebrate their contribution. The ARIA (Australian Recording Industry Association) HALL OF FAME continues to be an important fixture on the Australian music industry calendar honouring those artists whose musical achievements have had a significant impact in Australia, and around the world.” This esteemed awards night will be televised by SBS Television’s RocKwiz on Saturday 30th October at 9.20pm Visit the official ARIA website for further news and ticket information www.ariaawards.com.au ARIA Chairman and Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of Sony Music Entertainment Australia & NZ Denis Handlin, AM said, “It’s very exciting to be again celebrating the extraordinary history of Australian popular music and the many incredible artists who have made it so special. We are delighted to induct such a distinguished group of Australian artists into the ARIA Hall of Fame. Between them there are many years of unforgettable music history, including the 40th career anniversary of John Williamson and the 30-year anniversary of the church.  We are proud to honour them all.” For the first time since it began in 2005 as a standalone event, the ARIA HALL OF FAME will be staged in […]

ARIA HALL OF FAME 2010


Steve Kilbey, Peter Koppes, Tim Powles and Marty Willson-Piper are proud, excited and humbled to announce that the church will be inducted into the ARIA Hall of Fame along with John Williamson, Johnny Young, Models and The Loved Ones on Wednesday 27th October 2010 in Sydney, Australia at the Hordern Pavilion.
“For 2010, ARIA (Australian Recording Industry Association) is proud to announce the impending induction of five distinct and authentic Australian music voices into the HALL OF FAME – John Williamson, Models, Johnny Young, The Loved Ones and the church. All of these artists are ingrained in Australia’s history as much as its future and now 2010 is the year to celebrate their contribution.

The ARIA (Australian Recording Industry Association) HALL OF FAME continues to be an important fixture on the Australian music industry calendar honouring those artists whose musical achievements have had a significant impact in Australia, and around the world.”

This esteemed awards night will be televised by SBS Television’s RocKwiz on Saturday 30th October at 9.20pm

Visit the official ARIA website for further news and ticket information

www.ariaawards.com.au

ARIA Chairman and Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of Sony Music Entertainment Australia & NZ Denis Handlin, AM said, “It’s very exciting to be again celebrating the extraordinary history of Australian popular music and the many incredible artists who have made it so special. We are delighted to induct such a distinguished group of Australian artists into the ARIA Hall of Fame. Between them there are many years of unforgettable music history, including the 40th career anniversary of John Williamson and the 30-year anniversary of the church.  We are proud to honour them all.”

For the first time since it began in 2005 as a standalone event, the ARIA HALL OF FAME will be staged in Sydney at the Hordern Pavilion on Wednesday, 27 October, 2010.  It will also, for the first time, be broadcast on free to air television on SBS’ RocKwiz.

“SBS is thrilled to be the new broadcast partner for the ARIA Hall of Fame, honouring musical brilliance from around the country.  It’s a true testament to the popularity of RocKwiz that we have been asked to come on board to present this prestigious event” said Matt Campbell, Director of Television and Online Content, SBS.

With their unique and distinctive guitar sounds and lyrics forever inspiring imagination, the church have grown without compromise into one of the most well-respected rock groups amongst peers and fans the world over. Formed in Sydney in 1980, the church has always been in a parallel orbit to the pop world, an utterly engaging art-rock trip that is far easier to experience than to describe. From the debut album Of Skins and Hearts (with national hit The Unguarded Moment) to the artistically and commercially successful Starfish (with the world-wide recognised hit Under the Milky Way and guitar driven Reptile), and iconic songs such as Almost With You and When You Were Mine through to 2009’s lush, organic masterpiece Untitled #23 (the album that Rolling Stone Australia gave an unprecedented 5 star review), bassist and lead vocalist Steve Kilbey, guitarists Peter Koppes and Marty Willson-Piper and drummer/producer Tim Powles have continued through three whole decades to pleasure their fans with a unerring  sense of space, melody,  beat driven prose and sonic charm. Of the church, legendary music writer and fan David Fricke wrote “At its most compelling, the band scrambles the real and the surreal with ease, rattling its stately guitarchitecture with howling north-wind echo and the troubled undertow of Kilbey’s enigmatic lyrics. It’s like being in the middle of a recurring but constantly evolving dream where only the faces remain the same.”  A combination of chemistry, talent and desire for excellence has found the church in 2010 with the luxury of reflecting on their huge body of work, having never before stopped long enough to rest on any laurels. On their 30th anniversary the church continue to redefine what a rock band should be whether performing live or in the studio. ARIA is proud to induct them into the Hall of Fame.

On behalf of the church, Steve Kilbey said “We were all thrilled to hear of our impending induction into the ARIA Hall of Fame.  To be honoured by an industry that we love being a part of, and to be in the Hall of Fame alongside bands that we’ve been fans of ourselves, is more than we ever expected”

With special guest inductors yet to be announced, musical performances and the unique collaboration with RocKwiz, the 2010 ARIA HALL OF FAME, promises to deliver an irreverent celebration of our historic musical diversity. Simply, this is a night not to be missed.

For all 2010 ARIA HALL OF FAME updates please go to www.ariaawards.com.au which features all the latest on the 2010 inductees and in-depth history of the ARIA HALL OF FAME and ARIA AWARDS.”

2010 ARIA HALL OF FAME
Wednesday, 27 October, 2010
Hordern Pavilion
Broadcast by SBS Television’s RocKwiz on Saturday, 30 October at 9.20pm EST

occult malarkey in spades

baby i am the knight of wands baby i am the hanged man well hung and well rid of baby i am the winged bull that persian beastly thing whatever song he sing yeah i guess old lady fortune suddenly appeared in my room the feeling of cold the smell of some sickly sweet perfume she says oh steven you handsome old thing (me : me….? shucks) steven she says no listen all this occult malarkey is driving you crazy i say lady fortune what do you mean she says my man you are under psychic attack…! the doors blew open the curtains moving by themselves i was living in alexandria isis appeared to be right next door i was drowning in ankhs and frankincense i was a tomb robber i was a room temperature toblerone i was high on mandrake mixed by my aunt down in melbourne sitting between the sphinxes paws i was given the third degree the masons were banging on my psyche the illuminati were monitoring my monitors justine love waiting at the aeropuerte the killer awoke before dawn a woman taken by the wind spirits marching in the hall phantom soldiers at the cenotaph my ouija board was going beserk the ichor boiled over the ambrosia had gone off the nymphs had sore lymphs the dryads had been sent by the triads the night gave way to a gold leaf dawn i sent rosy cross to get me a christian wolf things went bad out the back i was a druid but i couldnt get the staff i was a wizard coz i weared the star i pronounced my tantric mantra i invoked uriel behind me my priestesses rent the veil lord is my shepherd i shall not wont and then and then it all […]

after
before

before sk suave skin care

after sk suave skin care

baby i am the knight of wands

baby i am the hanged man

well hung and well rid of

baby i am the winged bull

that persian beastly thing whatever song he sing

yeah i guess old lady fortune suddenly appeared in my room

the feeling of cold the smell of some sickly sweet perfume

she says oh steven you handsome old thing

(me : me….? shucks)

steven she says no listen

all this occult malarkey is driving you crazy

i say lady fortune what do you mean

she says my man you are under psychic attack…!

the doors blew open

the curtains moving by themselves

i was living in alexandria

isis appeared to be right next door

i was drowning in ankhs and frankincense

i was a tomb robber i was a room temperature toblerone

i was high on mandrake mixed by my aunt down in melbourne

sitting between the sphinxes paws i was given the third degree

the masons were banging on my psyche

the illuminati were monitoring my monitors

justine love waiting at the aeropuerte

the killer awoke before dawn

a woman taken by the wind

spirits marching in the hall

phantom soldiers at the cenotaph

my ouija board was going beserk

the ichor boiled over

the ambrosia had gone off

the nymphs had sore lymphs

the dryads had been sent by the triads

the night gave way to a gold leaf dawn

i sent rosy cross to get me a christian wolf

things went bad out the back

i was a druid but i couldnt get the staff

i was a wizard coz i weared the star

i pronounced my tantric mantra

i invoked uriel behind me

my priestesses rent the veil

lord is my shepherd i shall not wont

and then

and then it all stopped

alone in my apartment above miracle street

my eyes stinging from the ectoplasmic spray

i dialled some minor devil

666

666

1313

we are unable to take your call right now

please leave a short message and we’ll get back to ya

fuck!

and the all night alchemist on the corner was shut

no henbane without prescription

ok

just another night in the multiverse

just another day on the otherside

there there!

bellyache

feverish mind landlocked in shallow sleep everything seems threatening oh i sink easily sleep and sleep but still so tired struggle so hard but get no where talk so much but say no thing i’m going round the square playing a triangle i turn up like news of a distant relatives departure from some strange lonely land fallen behind anemone lines a sombre day upon us in severe grey a time ghost afternoon i cannot wake up suddenly its all gone gone like money gone like love gone like life when its all over gone like an impulse you once had gone like a goner into a greater unknown people this is the language of an inner exhaustion my linings are worn right through now i’m braking on my brains i’m sliding down the razor sharp future bleeding white sap everytime i try to stop i salute you all somewhere out there where there is no me i lose track of my train of thought and i curl up in bed unable to lie straight

belly
belly

enervated

feverish mind landlocked in shallow sleep

everything seems threatening oh i sink easily

sleep and sleep but still so tired

struggle so hard but get no where

talk so much but say no thing

i’m going round the square playing a triangle

i turn up like news of a distant relatives departure

from some strange lonely land

fallen behind anemone lines

a sombre day upon us in severe grey

a time ghost afternoon i cannot wake up

suddenly its all gone

gone like money

gone like love

gone like life when its all over

gone like an impulse you once had

gone like a goner into a greater unknown

people this is the language of an inner exhaustion

my linings are worn right through now

i’m braking on my brains

i’m sliding down the razor sharp future

bleeding white sap

everytime i try to stop

i salute you all

somewhere out there where there is no me

i lose track of my train of thought

and i curl up in bed

unable to lie straight

miss scarlet is 5

ive seen some characters in my day the good the bad n the ugly the wild innocent and the oxford street shuffle ive seen some weird silly crazy affected loony nutty eccentric types wow theres miss scarlet right there the most ornery stubborn insistent child but also when she wants the sweetest cuddliest nicest one too shes got a big head full of brains she looks like this picture of the scarecrow after oz bulged his head with all them brains that i had in a book as a kid… shes tricky shes finicky shes temperamental she iffy shes pernickety she’s a bit cross right now she likes it her way she wants it all ways she wants her cake n she wants to devour it too who the hell was this kid in her last lives? the queen of bloody sheba by the way she carries on or genghis khan when shes terrorising the doodles or some oldtime great actress when shes squeezing out tears for a big scene her body type is solid solid as in a wrestler she has not one ounce of fat but she is solid solid vegetarian muscle and she likes to throw her weight around boy she gets mad and insulted quickly too the doodles are both amiable types theyre fairly slow to take offence but miss scarlet can  infer an insult in your slightest glance if youre not 100 % enthusiastic then FORGET IT! dont talk down to her dont fob her off dont ignore her or pretend to listen SHES ON TO YOU ! and just when you think youve had enough of baby bonaparte suddenly theres little hands on you stroking your back as ya do yoga or a curly head lobs into view i love you dad she says […]

miss scarlet
miss scarlet2

100% miss scarlet

ive seen some characters in my day

the good the bad n the ugly

the wild innocent and the oxford street shuffle

ive seen some weird silly crazy affected loony nutty eccentric types

wow theres miss scarlet right there

the most ornery stubborn insistent child

but also

when she wants

the sweetest cuddliest nicest one too

shes got a big head full of brains

she looks like this picture of the scarecrow

after oz bulged his head with all them brains

that i had in a book as a kid…

shes tricky shes finicky shes temperamental

she iffy shes pernickety she’s a bit cross right now

she likes it her way

she wants it all ways

she wants her cake n she wants to devour it too

who the hell was this kid in her last lives?

the queen of bloody sheba by the way she carries on

or genghis khan when shes terrorising the doodles

or some oldtime great actress when shes squeezing out tears for a big scene

her body type is solid

solid as in a wrestler

she has not one ounce of fat but she is solid

solid vegetarian muscle and she likes to throw her weight around

boy she gets mad and insulted quickly too

the doodles are both amiable types

theyre fairly slow to take offence

but miss scarlet can  infer an insult in your slightest glance

if youre not 100 % enthusiastic then FORGET IT!

dont talk down to her dont fob her off

dont ignore her or pretend to listen

SHES ON TO YOU !

and just when you think youve had enough of baby bonaparte

suddenly theres little hands on you stroking your back as ya do yoga

or a curly head lobs into view

i love you dad she says in her husky whisper

dripping in sincerity

shes acting and meaning it all at once

shes so much larger than life she can hardly fit

eyes like liz taylor she melts grannies n mummies in the street

every feature is big

a big smile

a big frown

a big forehead figgering it all out

shes playing with her flying unicorns or whatever

dad ? she says

yeah ? i say looking up

not you ! she says, …its my unicorn talking to his father….

a minute later

dad?

yeah ! i say

miss scarlet gets angry

i told you its not you! i’m playing !

then a minute later

dad?

yeah i say

miss scarlet valve bounces at this

she jumps out of her chair

runs backwards into a cupboard

crashes into it and slides down it

then she fixes me with her glowering frown

DAD!!!!!!

after that shes too upset with unicorns

ive ruined the spell

ive intruded into her reality

and goddammit she cant just put it all back together that easily

her hair is fine corkscrews which often turn blond white at the tips

its like shes been created by a computer to drive ya wild

shes always warm too

and i guess she gives off some pheremone

because she always smells so nice you dont wanna let her go

but still shes a real ratbag

she’ll crash yer party

she’ll eat yer cake

she’ll take yer go

she’ll come n leave  just  when she likes

she likes to wail and moan and then uh oh

wild mood swing she starts laughing uncontrollably

gosh it must be hard being miss scarlet

she doesnt make it easy on herself or her parents or sisters

but to strangers

why miss scarlet is a very reasonable person

she loves a chat or a game n shes very friendly

she just saves all the wild stuff for the fambley

we bear the brunt off her wrath

we enjoy the glow of her benevolence

we rush to head off the next full blown tanty

her huff arrives and she departs in it

miss scarlet 5 years old

someday shes gonna make her future husband(s) go crazy

in spades

and thats for sure!

in mornings of the future

lady is a lioness the jungle the city its all the same the red flowers against a blue blue sky leaves glow green and the air is full of the sea and the sea is full of monsters monsters that dream in the depths what then are their dreams ….? one day men in the future will know women sing ! women sing in mornings of the furtherest future a ray penetrates the gloom the beat intensifies and as you move your body youre insinuated through this colourful cartoon cell like your swaying down seabreeze lane with an apple in your mouth the child playing with dolls soon will decide policy oh the palms oh the holidaymakers oh the boys with surfboards everyone will live / love like this zephyr spirit caress mine holy hands i edit the deep love of the sea folk i am omega to the next mans om i am imagining the indian electricity girl but she was also real india fascinates me tho i never been there india with its mornings india with its evenings india with its taj mahal papers blow off my table where i sit with my goose quill my white hair done up with a ribbon no its 2065 and i’m so sad we never get to see it i have reincarnated in some new mansuit and i live in laos the future is so streamlined all the bumps have gone there is no friction where you rub up against life you wanted proof you needed proof well here is all the proof you ever going to find in mornings of the the fated future the faded future time has bleached out all meaning from the men on the earth sunshine has dried all your sweet sad tears the music condenses […]

blackerwhite

black o white

lady is a lioness

the jungle the city its all the same

the red flowers against a blue blue sky

leaves glow green

and the air is full of the sea

and the sea is full of monsters

monsters that dream in the depths

what then are their dreams ….?

one day men in the future will know

women sing !

women sing in mornings of the furtherest future

a ray penetrates the gloom

the beat intensifies

and as you move your body

youre insinuated through this colourful cartoon cell

like your swaying down seabreeze lane with an apple in your mouth

the child playing with dolls soon will decide policy

oh the palms oh the holidaymakers oh the boys with surfboards

everyone will live / love like this

zephyr spirit caress mine holy hands

i edit the deep love of the sea folk

i am omega to the next mans om

i am imagining the indian electricity girl but she was also real

india fascinates me tho i never been there

india with its mornings india with its evenings

india with its taj mahal

papers blow off my table where i sit with my goose quill

my white hair done up with a ribbon

no its 2065 and i’m so sad we never get to see it

i have reincarnated in some new mansuit and i live in laos

the future is so streamlined all the bumps have gone

there is no friction where you rub up against life

you wanted proof you needed proof

well here is all the proof you ever going to find

in mornings of the the fated future the faded future

time has bleached out all meaning from the men on the earth

sunshine has dried all your sweet sad tears

the music condenses and evaporates

all creatures great and small

oh we all sliding along so nicely

our appetites are a bottomless pit

pitted against the pointless pleasures of sold

seared seer

the velvet separates inside the nights mouth the dream takes out its claws we fall behind and with tender whips we are urged on heralds scour the plains and the forests searching for something so elusive my net is empty yet it vibrates with yesteryears trembling tidbits the sea today reminds one of an orb  it talks in turquoise elongation of love cancellation of hate erudition as her edition got you some fortune tell her its a lost world lost immobile choices are like at a premium what can you do ? asks a voice in another room my bass sits in its silvery case grumbling about inactivity i munch on lollies a cross between a national treasure n old fraud the tropic of capricorn where the other one waits the bermuda triangle shorts out i am unaligned for now inside this life people seek to sway your opinion theres a knock at the door an indian girl selling electricity whattya think of that boy krsna ? i ask oh hes too frickin’ cool ! she says laying out my customer contract hey girl can you dig vishnu ? i ask oh yeah hes the most ! she says having me initial each page i stumble outside and float down neptune st i bump into bobby smalls who deals some drugs and plays the organ hes laughing in his lincoln green hood and nodding gently hey smallsy  i say from underneath my headphones pumping david neil the twilight is unsettling as it enters from the wings from the wings of a huge black bird which is in itself what we call space i hear people all around in the chatter we are receiving nothing comes up when i type in my code its cold down here by the lagoon infested […]

bozo10-11 at 23.29 #4

reflections of my life

the velvet separates inside the nights mouth

the dream takes out its claws

we fall behind and with tender whips we are urged on

heralds scour the plains and the forests searching for something so elusive

my net is empty yet it vibrates with yesteryears trembling tidbits

the sea today reminds one of an orb  it talks in turquoise

elongation of love

cancellation of hate

erudition as her edition

got you some fortune tell her

its a lost world lost immobile

choices are like at a premium

what can you do ? asks a voice in another room

my bass sits in its silvery case grumbling about inactivity

i munch on lollies

a cross between a national treasure n old fraud

the tropic of capricorn where the other one waits

the bermuda triangle shorts out

i am unaligned for now inside this life

people seek to sway your opinion

theres a knock at the door

an indian girl selling electricity

whattya think of that boy krsna ? i ask

oh hes too frickin’ cool ! she says laying out my customer contract

hey girl can you dig vishnu ? i ask

oh yeah hes the most ! she says having me initial each page

i stumble outside and float down neptune st

i bump into bobby smalls who deals some drugs and plays the organ

hes laughing in his lincoln green hood and nodding gently

hey smallsy  i say from underneath my headphones pumping david neil

the twilight is unsettling as it enters from the wings

from the wings of a huge black bird which is in itself what we call space

i hear people all around in the chatter we are receiving

nothing comes up when i type in my code

its cold down here by the lagoon infested dragon

some small gulls leave the scene crying mournfully

sudden piercing pain in my head almost blindsides me

in white hot agony some apollo appears

oh i better go to bed