The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

reg kilbey : whereabouts unknown

hello i’m reg kilbey

i come round for a kiss n cuddle with yer wife

when youre not there

i didnt think youd mind seeing i was on the tv a bit

thats me in that ad for nestles wild raspberry bar

thats my voice in the jingle for daddy dingles special fruit tingles

thats my hand in the 13th frame

thats my life squashed between those 2 centuries

thats my little brittle memories up on yer screen, dean

you know who i am, lamb

me n my lady bint jump in the motor

we cruise swampy evening uncontrolled

past familiar dips the christmas lights

inside people drinking beer watching sport eating din dins

hey love find summink on the bloody radio for me will ya

she seeks and searches while static n fragments explode on my nicked speakers

cmon a pair of namagotchi speakers for 250 smackers….?

who can resist a deal like that…..i dont care where stuff comes from

sure enough david neil comes on the radio

i mean well of course

the night unfolds

we swing over to some friends place in the inner south

neck some good vino understand

charlie comes out and some bastard racks em up

humid night pal heat up that plate

my bit o fluff helps her self freely

i mean so do i too

eventually charlie disappears and i feel fucken restless

we pile into jonesys white audi panther with the cat scan seats from star-hide

i neck some stiff drink from jonesys hip flask

things rush by out there

the seaside is fucking pumping alright

we roll up under some no stopping never sign

fuck that ! jonesy kicks at sign like a stupid buck

i stagger off towards the black sea lit up in stabs of green n ice blue

i frown at the boys wandering thru the park

i leer at the girls all dressed up n drunk

i’m reg oh yeah some of em recognise me

ooh reg says some dolled up tottie with a liptick brain

yeah i grunt really suavely because i’m quite classy really

ooh reg i loved you with the wild raspberry bar she gushes

then her stupid husband breaks into our meaningful conversation

thats right reg the missus loves that ad …!

i immediately take a disliking to the man

its a shame his wife spent her money n life married to ‘im

when she coulda been with me for 5 minutes tonight

still i autograph her packet of virginia slims menthols

reg kilbey loves ya darlin’ i scrawl in tiny letters over the govt warning

xxx xxx

i walk away from em

i scowl n i growl in the dark

the sea all viscous n black like dirty oil in a crims motor

i dont care for the sea myself

you never catch old reg surfing the fucking billows

whats a fucking billow anyway

look you can take the boy outta london

but you cant take the london outta the boy

sydney australia big deal

i’m sharper than the lot of them

with my fucking sun tan n all

appearing on bloody telly too if you please

anyway seeing i know jonesys not at home

i nip round to say hello to his girlfriend

ooh reg she says going all funny as i stand at the door

ok listen this is where i came in ok

this is where the story begin

we back to the start ezzactly where we was before

reg k in universe 23 (a)

sophisticated as all harry

oh harry……

oh…….reg!

reg kilbey unemployed actor 56

i lead my life

i lead it around like a hound

i entered my life in a contest

i let my life go into hibernation tho there was a little sleep

the nineteen nigh-nties was a marsh

i hit it like a brick will

i was that guy in that film

that film about a dome

i was the main guy yeah it was a long time ago being

i was the one who said those now famous lines

now we will all burn……

i have a black n white still that i autographed for fans that i meet

i drive an old rover with a crack gasket n oilcase crank

i smoke a pipe full of pipe dream but it goes up in smoke

oh how the time blast past

this music i had made

i had had it made to order

to order around you see

around and around

the stars go round our moon you know

and black cats moan down my stylo-phone

and i circle the block as you took off your close

and i live in a place where there is no trace

its no thrace its no your embrace

lamb you know who i am

my house on the street where the 4 winds meet

my home on the range rover over the little hills

my hills hoist still warm n moist oh rejoice lamb

my cartesian symphony nymph oh you dream

you dream of my friend rex with his black dragon tattoo

oh i know you do oh i know you do

whats on the menu?

tree flesh fillets with caramelised love truffles

light serving of gods fresh air with garnish of willing fruit

sparkling holy wine w/water consecrated by nimrods daughter

turkish taboo with french kiss and english rain

morning surprise (from the night before)

bottomless cup of adams ale (one per customer)

selection of good n evil toffee apples

i order the surprise

i order it to piss off and surprise someone else

i get cranky when i read about all the stuff in the paper

all the stuff that isnt about me i mean

i mean i love to see old me in fine print

snapped at the airport by a fan then snapped at the fan at the airport

the fan snapped and i had a lawmansuit on my hands

i jumped in a cab and the driver knows me

‘ere its reg kilbey ! he says …where we off to ,reg…?

surry street crown hills i say flipping him a sovereign to shut up

i look out the window at the slinky women who were once black cats

they float thru their day like ether like fire like an invisible veil

if only they knew that its reg kilbey in here i smirk in the cab

but the slinky women do not know and they blow away down streets

i  jump out at nondescript doors i make my way through  past

at twilight the dining room is quite a silver sight for saw eyes

tranquility music is piped from afar

some thought wave analyser machine selects my mood swinging cool

i subscribe through a scheme that comes thru in reams

i ravish attention on lashings of cream and boy do i then dream

i sit in the dark where its peaceful and calm

i am unarmed lamb i am quite unharmed

i mean i still cant do anything with my limbos

theyre all akimbo

bimbo you must think me dim

i know you think of him

i know about your lucky whim

and your old friend kim who once fucked jim

talking of  sex makes you think of my friend rex

with his muscle or two

and his black dragon tattoo

his eyes cobalt blew

his gear kangaroo

his XL peru

his ATM yew

his triple star * brew

his chosen few why thats presumably you

wow

i wish i had

a black dragon tattoo

the church
“A Psychedelic Symphony”

Celebrating their 30th Anniversary At The Sydney Opera House Concert Hall

Ladies and gentleman – IMC in association with MAX are both excited and honoured to present this important and special news announcement, December 2010.

‘Johnny Marr hounded me to be in The Smiths. One night soon after, we (Johnny Marr & Mike Joyce) went to watch The Church and I decided I would’.
Mike Joyce / Johnny Marr – The Smiths, Mojo Magazine

To celebrate the milestone of their 30th Anniversary, the church, one of Australia’s and the world’s most prolific and creative bands will perform an exclusive concert with the magnificent George Ellis Orchestra at the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall on Sunday April 10th 2011. This tantalizing prospect will see Steve Kilbey, Peter Koppes, Tim Powles and Marty Willson-Piper perform a selection of their greatest songs in a unique ‘best of’ event that simply cannot be missed. Rapturous arrangements, rich tapestries, raw power and sublime beauty revealed in the aesthetic surroundings of an iconic architectural masterpiece

The recent induction into the 2010 ARIA Hall Of Fame, has allowed the band to reflect on their huge body of work as they continue to pursue their artistic aspirations both live and in the studio. Their last album
Untitled #23 on their own Unorthodox Records label was lauded by the press as the best of their career, attaining a 5 star review in Australian Rolling Stone. To mark the 30th Anniversary of the band, EMI have re released their first four albums, (with the next four to follow shortly) in luxury packaging with extra tracks, rare photos and detailed sleeve notes written by Marty Willson-Piper. A career spanning compilation is also available.

Alongside timeless classics such as ‘The Unguarded Moment’, ‘Under The Milky Way’, ‘Metropolis’ and ‘Almost With You’, the church continue to redefine what it is to be a band, evolving without compromise from hit makers into one of the world’s most acknowledged and inventive rock groups. With a combination of chemistry, talent and a desire for excellence, their unique and distinctive guitar sounds and thought-provoking lyrics have succeeded in inspiring both the audience and the critics’ imagination on a global level.

“A Psychedelic Symphony” will see George Ellis lead his orchestra into dynamic crescendos and sensuous odysseys. This ubiquitous conductor and musical director has worked a diverse range of projects highlights include the opening ceremony of the Sydney Olympic Games, the Athens Olympics, the Jakarta Arts Festival, and many concerts at the famous Spiegeltent. George has worked with a myriad of distinguished musicians including Lou Reed, Alex Lloyd and Augie March to name but a few. He has toured internationally to Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam and London. He has lectured at prestigious music institutions including the Sydney Conservatorium of Music and the Canberra School of Music and has presented workshops in Music Theatre and Conducting for NIDA and the Australian Society for Music Education. He is the Musical Director of the Sydney University Symphony Orchestra.

“A Psychedelic Symphony” is a once in a lifetime opportunity to experience the music of the church
as they celebrate their illustrious 30-year career at the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall,
Sunday April 10th 2011.

Tickets on sale December 10th 2010 from the Sydney Opera House or Ticketek

http://www.sydneyoperahouse.com/whatson/the_church.aspx

www.thechurchband.net
www.myspace.com/thechurchbandofficial
www.facebook.com/thechurchband
www.twitter.com/thechurchband
www.georgeellis.com.au

Accommodation options online :

http://www.wotif.com/hotels/australia-sydney-hotels.html

http://www.booking.com/

http://www.ratestogo.com.au/

Special live acoustic performance by Steve Kilbey, Peter Koppes and Tim Powles on “Evenings” with Robbie Buck. Tune in to ABC Sydney 702 tonight (Tues 7/11/10) from 20:40PM EST for two songs live and an interview.

Marty Willson-Piper will be featured in a two-part interview for ‘The Piano Drinkers’ show, on 3d Radio 93.7 Adelaide. The first part airs on 8th December from 7:15AM, SA (7:45AM EST) and listen in for the second part on 15th December at the same time.

Link: http://media.on.net/radio/137.m3u

Tim Powles will be chatting to  Mateo Szlapek-Sewillo on Wednesday 8th December. Tune in to ‘The Range’ Show on Radio Adelaide 101.7FM. Tim will be on air at 16:30PM, SA (17:00PM EST) during soundcheck.

Link: http://radio.adelaide.edu.au/listenonline/

Marty Willson-Piper will be talking to Luke Demetriou on PBS 106.7FM’s “Everything Moves” Show. Tune in from 7:00PM EST on Tuesday 14th December 2010.

Link: http://listento.pbs.org.au/live/

Marty Willson-Piper will be chatting to Neil Rogers on RRR 102.7FM’s “The Australian Mood” Show. Tune in from 8:00PM EST on Thursday 16th December 2010.

Link: http://www.rrr.org.au/programs/streaming/

Steve Kilbey  talking to Genevieve Jacobs on ABC Canberra’s “Afternoons”. Tune in at 14:10PM EST on Thursday, 2nd December 2010

Link: http://www.abc.net.au/canberra/includes/winstream.asx

You’ll be able to listen them stream live over the net.

saturation of glow

skull still reverberating in reddish pulse

lights come off n on at the periphery

stranded in some troubled sleep

isolated insulated dragged down the whirly pool

an alarm goes off

the steady australian rain

sydney like a bedraggled tart wincing in the deluge

man life sure is strange

there is magic but its not what you expected

power which weakens

knowledge that punches you stupid

things get faster here on earth

my life picks up speed racing towards its flashy full colour climax

the mirrors fog up i cant see them myself

wound up

all exhausted

i read a review of a guy called kilbey and some record from the eighties

i cant feel anything for this cat

i dont wanna hear his record

i got  lotta thoughts but no idea

a lotta ideas but no plan

a lotta plans but none of em gonna work

its night now its really raining

a lorry lumbers in the distance like a bear

the cafes shut early

the  cockroaches scurry for shelter

a bird gets trapped in the house

some rumbling sound like thunder i cant tell what

lights in distant houses glow like blurry stars

the mobile phone purrs and flashes

only 2 fish left in the tank now

cars in the garage getting fixed

come n get it tomorrow the bloke said on the phone

i bought some ginger wine to warm me up

its summer tomorrow but inside i freezing

scoff a load of chocky biscuits dipping em in strong coffee

marvellous sense of detachment creeping in

ooh having my holiday at home now

sometimes life is good and bad and everything at once

a bug in my wine i spat it out

the sky is a strange weird blue

i feel ok

yeah

i feel ok

invocation to ganesha

swim n sleep n do yoga

i stare at old ganesha on the wall

i listen to david neil again

boy ricky is above all else a great drummer

me…..i cant play em at all

man its a good record tho

twisting and turning

if david neil had never existed it was necessary to invent him

hes a fragile type verging on one disaster after another

its all here on this record

the wilderness years

the house seems big empty n quiet today

not in a bad way

i can do anything i like

i walk around in my red undies

wow what a rebel what a wild man

i listen to radha krishna temple album on the apple label

i watch the rain fall down on bondis empty streets

the rain fills the flyscreens with silver jewels

the rain whispering pattering testing rolling falling

the rain been with me forever

the rain blowing this way n that

rushing in gutters flooding the slippery streets

rain rain go away ….

the houses look deserted

the gardens are luxuriantly moist all turned on by the rain

the rain giving the flowers all its attention

the rain sliding down the stamens and stems

the rain comes down on the garden

on a black black night become one with the rain

rain oh rain

i hide in my room

i shut the door tho theres no one home

the clouds so thick i cannot see the harbour bridge

thick black coffee

rose incense

unread letters

unfinished work

masks on the wall watching every move

pictures of the girls

3 bananas and a lemon

drawings by the girls

the red clock tick tick but never tock

a day in the life of a day

must trim my beard

must do some work

must make some calls

must walk around in my red undies from room to room

my thoughts never coalescing

my day never coming together

my day someone elses day

my rain someone elses rain

everybodys rain

nobodys rain

nobodys rain falling for free

forever today

free fall

complete

free fall