The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

gather round all you clowns

in the middle of the night we hit the streets in the car

the world is quiet so quiet

we cruise and cruise  the empty streets

we get to the place and wait

eventually he appears looking shifty

he jumps in the car

transaction is made

a bit of small talk n hes off n away

we go home

we take off our clothes and start to touch each other

we kiss for hours it seems

we walk about the house interacting

i heat up and i have a cold shower to cool down

but the cold water is still luke warm

you float about in some heavy lidded dream

i say come here

i say show me everything

i say tell me everything

i say give me everything

i sit back in the soft furniture in the warm soft remnant of night

dawn is coming again

rosy fingered dawn in the eastern sky

the clouds are spread thick on the night

we fool around languidly almost absent mindedly

whispering things we never will remember

oh well youre quite unashamed arent you

i ask you to look me in the eyes

but you keep averting your gaze

moving in and out of focus

but your hands are everywhere at once

setting things straight and putting things away

i have forgotten most of it

my mind contains a lovely space full of potential

everything is suspended in mid air

time moves like treacle oozing off a spoon

white sweet smoke

i sip some water my throat is so dry

you are  nicely compliant like youre just a part of my dream

do this i say

ok you say

do that i say

ok you say

voices on the street outside

the dawn birds begin to twitter in their feather lined nests

my head hits the pillow

my mind never turns off

i am living in the margins slipping through the cracks

i become even thinner than before

my face has taken on new hollows new lines new character

my eyes stare through my closed lids

i look into souls i look into darknesses

you seem to be asleep immediately

lying limbs akimbo your mouth open slightly

your spirit is out there in the ether now

you are inaccessible to me for a while

i just lie there waiting for blessed sleep

when it comes it comes deep n black like a void like a nothing

nothing really you could know

the summer falls down drunken on the longest of the days

hot and overcast

the air weighs a million tons and its all on my shoulders

the traffic is snarled

the jets overhead roar terribly

the pool twitches in the quickening air

ants and mosquitoes attack

the tiny white scars on my back glow translucent

at 3 am i sat on my balcony unclothed hidden in darkness

there was no sound but the pink glow of half a moon

a cockroach scuttles across the kitchen floor

i look listlessly at the screen in front of me

how did i ever live without it?

see whos waking up

see whos breaking up

see whos making up

i drink rice milk n eat some toast

think about yesterday

learning songs

driving around

doing a photoshoot

doing interviews

it all seems so distant now

it all just seems so impermanent

my head is full of female voices talking to me

some are coming on to me

some are imploring me

some are condemning me

some are neutral as if they were just sad

children chime in

daughters out there i turn to their thoughts

do this

dont do that

i am angry with everyone

everyones angry with me

nice breeze ruffles my freckly back

the darkness is so small and empty

so hungry that it feels sick

the fridge is making a struggling sound

clock tick but never tock

i pace around

i plot up schemes for  hours on end but they evaporate pitifully

i sit in the sun room watching the green leaves against the black sky

i make up lists of men and women

i suddenly remember details i forgot to follow up

i look at all my paints lying in the next room

all that potential unrealised

something about the night has gone wrong

aftershocks of pleasure have faded into past

we hoped we thought it never would end

my friend is becalmed

sleep has been merciful and flown down from its lovely warm place

not for me tho not that i care

i walk around the kitchen searching for something to prolong the night

morning is coming and it will find me wanting

lay down on a bed

my ears ring ring in the silence but i dont listen anymore

behind my closed eyelids vivid colours flash

i think of every thing ive done

and all thats still left to do

it never ends

then one day

it just does

the church US Dates February 2011

2 – Los Angeles, CA. – El Rey Theatre
http://www.theelrey.com/
El Ray Theatre Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/bkzybl43s6mwjxj/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-ElReyTheatre.pdf

4 – San Francisco, CA. – Great American Music Hall
http://www.gamh.com/artist_pages/church_020411.htm
Great American Music Hall Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/llkhfkk79ly7t5p/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-GreatAmericanMusicHall.pdf

7 – Seattle, WA. – Triple Door
8 – Seattle, WA. – Triple Door
http://www.thetripledoor.net/Calendar/Events/February-2011/An-Evening-With-the-church.aspx?date=2011-02-07
Triple Door Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/ug291krlqga3opx/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-TripleDoor.pdf

11 – Chicago, IL. – Park West
http://www.parkwestchicago.com/Venues/ParkWest/ConcertDetails.aspx?ConcertId=4331
Park West Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/gboqasb1l1aklqw/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-ParkWest.pdf

13 – Alexandria, VA. – The Birchmere
http://www.birchmere.com/
Birchmere Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/zaglnm2j6zpwd2c/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-Birchmere.pdf

15 – Philadelphia, PA. – The Trocadero
http://www.thetroc.com/events.php#thechurch
The Trocadero Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/799gj4hdwdt7i6n/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-Trocadero.pdf

16 – New York, NY. – Highline Ballroom
http://highlineballroom.com/bio.php?id=1786
Highline Ballroom Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/rizj2jceygnub76/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-HighlineBallroom.pdf

17 – New York, NY. – B.B. King’s
http://www.bbkingblues.com/schedule/moreinfo.cgi?id=5230
B B Kings Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/ozhnbpkj24bsi6o/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-BBKings.pdf

18 – Foxboro, MA. – Showcase Live
http://www.showcaselive.com/event-schedule/default.aspx?month=2&year=2011
Showcase Live Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/qnedvg5nljsn03n/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-ShowcaseLive.pdf

21 – Greenville, SC – The Handlebar
http://www.handlebar-online.com/calendar.asp
*PLEASE NOTE, this show is a special acoustic “An Intimate Space” 30th
Anniv show only*

22 – Atlanta, GA. – The Variety Playhouse
http://www.variety-playhouse.com/event/24925/
Variery Playhouse Poster:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/dkln7avk3sfh38p/FPP-USA-2011-Tour-Poster-VarietyPlayhouse.pdf

something i naively hoped could come to pass

something for somebody else sake

some last minute possibility has evaporated

i have to face the facts that stare me in the face

its not gonna happen

there will be more sorrow i guess

thats life

no inspiration to write

i’m just working on letting it go

love

sk

fallen into shadow

theres a war going on said the psychologist it was at the sun cafe a war ? i wondered…. between men n women he said surrealism i live it like a fish lives in ether it was already twenty eleven the traffic oozed past we were rehearsing p=a all my songs are coming true i knew how to play a simple instrument i knew how to chuck together mysterious words i was a collector of beautiful things living things almost nobody knew the real me but some did all my songs are coming true an uncivil war between the sexys its all too much for your poor little head she became her own song the song became her a mere child at a time tiny baby so naive i cant believe what you believe yeah wow how prescient ooh whats going on i yawn rather would have been wrong look here it is exactly the song is a mirror 20 years too late i sussed can i smell vodka…? you punctured my tyres you crossed all my wires i brand your acolytes as a pack of liars and the fire singing everywhere i yawn everybody ultraviolates ya in their own special way as unique as fingerprints or the green flashes in a retina the opposition has its terms and agenda the gentle gender sooner or later they give ya an ambush no i’m still sitting at the sun cafe the psychologist munches on his bruschetta he laughs man its fucking murder out there six string bass and opium where am i ? who turned out my lights im gulliver but not that gulliver universe runs out of space sheba into delilah atom into dust on some different level a new opening on some other phase on some other older page the enemy trojans n whores deiophobus baby he was some cat tried to have his helen earth by the scamander river in some summertime the living was easy christ look at us all juggling our opportunities the endless suitors will never string my bow mistress next mistress chaos next chaos who wrote these words and for whom well i dont have much time theres so much left to take its hard to know whats genuine and whats a genuine fake but wait theres more what about this i think theres something weird going on something unforeseen the best impression of a succubus i have ever seen have you seen succubi steve says the psychologist the sun cafe gets busier n busier i have this shake made out of some exotic fruit last nights kisses have faded from my lips my anger scorched my feelings a procession of women and songs the women vanish into futures i have forgotten them sometimes the song remains as an echo the songs are not about you and me only honey though whatever that is presently escapes me never disregard the ambiguity of the word you you singular you plural we have known you and me  by the thousands i cannot bear to share you we cant be alone babys whos writing this stuff? insert your own pronouns here its mine its yours its every fucking bodies funny how eventually opposites become alike naturally alikes become opposite isnt that some genius who said that? i wasnt born yesterday but i was reborn last night you (plural) must think i (singular) a few songs short of a cd i mean cmon appropriate this i didnt wanna come here nowi dont wanna go is there some string attached to this as if you would tell me so everything is endlessly applicable everything must go amoral for this tale? i will continue to drift then i had one hundred babys and some hated me i had one hundred babys and some didnt care i had one hundred babys and some of em loved me so much it burnt us both funny how the end result is always the same though moonlight n fighting with the night its a rip off he asks you did you like my show as if he really wants to know he is me right you is you wrong in my reverie # 4321 i am standing on some stage dressed up in my tux singing strangers in the night the syrupy words curdle in my hard ass brain i spat out some of an old french poets bile at the sun cafe is some lady done up in a folkloristic get up she reads my tarot confirming all my worst suspicions there is much you do not know all your songs are coming true she says in her egypsy accent ride the rollercoaster for all that its worth live it all up to the hilt if you cant take it with you away from this earth might as well take it full tilt you thought you were white lightnin’ when you stole my thunder yes you yes you yes you yes you n you n you why cant i feel it is it just a lie we all get our next convenient rationale alls fair in love and war and well just about anything really in nebuchanezzars parking zone calls out my lord your end is nigh i didnt mean to make you cry there are gashes in my side project there are gushes of praise gnashing of teeth crashing of systems it all ends up in the same place lose something else you didnt realise you had find something out here again dont stare shadows in the smoke whispering everywhere beware an old flame is still smouldering there still umm……

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raining in my heart

sitting in tims backyard

ring the newspapers ! i turned up early for rehearsal

sit here taking a slug on my apricot nectar

i still wonder what its all about

life is bewildering us all

totally sick of ourselves

longing for some non existent future

or some imaginary glorious past

but we are in turmoil

we are in freefall

we are out of order

a huge lizard runs past my feet

it is a lovely creature all coppery highlights

out here in the suburbs nature more rampant

kids play in the backyard pools

cicadas sing in the backyard trees

the weather is a sultry hot day

i drive a long way to get here

everything goes round n round in my head

everything simply everything

and of course any thing any old thing

in my head theres no one home as i drive drive drive

my falcon sings smoothly along bridges and into tunnels

people on a 2 decker bus seeing the sights

oh i wish i was them

to leave me behind empty headed in this car

i’d turn up but no one would notice the difference

i’d strap on my new borrowed crimson 6 string bass

i’d play paradox or kings

the words would come come come

rolling off  that machine that gives them out to me

my fingers would know where to go

my voice would be the same

ah but i

i am on this bus this double decker bus

and i’m a tourist going down the hill in kings cross

and im some lucky mother who never had no problems

who never got rolled no di-lemmas from the uni-verse

but that is the condition

the condition of entry

the condition of man

the condition of earth

we should be so happy here

you were once so happy here i sing myself to you

but who are you ……?

you remain unknown audience

you take it all in

you loved my songs well heres my empty head for you

you shake it around a little

ok theres a brain rattling in there

sloshing around in its own transmission fluid

gently bumping up against my thick skull

but theres no one home theres no one home

i’m finally someone else and ive ducked out for a minute

a pleasant breeze surprises me somewhat

i awaken from one embedded reverie

gulp down me apricot nectar

a man is whistling somewhere over all these fences

his whistle has a strange vibrato

birds also whistle in plentitude

im sitting under a verandah type type typing

funny how you get blown off course

you achieve the exact opposite of what you want

you make the mistake again n again

you go back to the start feeling finished

me ? i’m on that bus in the sun

the moment lasts forever

that lucky tourist frozen in time

no money worries

never been married

robustly healthy

having a lovely holiday in sydney

parrots alight on some tree eating the berries

the raucous squawking hurts my damaged ears

its australia its summer  its the bloody holidays

wind passes thru treetops

but at ground level it comes after woods

i long to sleep some more

i dreamed a strange dream but now i have forgotten it

gone gone gone that dream and i long to still be within it

oh to vanish away like smoke in the mirrors

my eyes hurt

my head hurts

my back hurts

ooh time for yoga i guess

put this headache machine away

and cool my heels in something else

something i believe in i guess

crest of a slump

P=A baby

king herod what a fucking trip

hey im such a liar

im in the ancient world here we go here we go

here we go

im crossing your alps

im almost in rome

my opium arrives in a little film cannister

it tastes like very strong black liquorice

oh i dream and dream

my six string bass

my whammy bar on the deep E

the whole temple is swooning

karins having elektra n miranda

but aurora what you doing here?

white powder white 6 white female flesh

youre shivering again after all that we been thru

my purple silk shirt i bought on holidays with donnette in thailand

she looked so weird on the beach at cosa met

god its chaos in my mind

i never wanted any of this

if i never see you again…….

my ferrari cruises through babylon

you know it does yes somehow its true

call me rabbit fighter

i alight from the platform in my usual uniform

and press yer space face close to mine love

my skin looks like i slept in it

im just a gift to the women of this world

and woman = man

and all is one

and in

distorted haze the zebras graze

with a coat of grapes on my back

loneliness is my cloak full of eagles

it was thirty years ago today

the killer taught the band to play

youre vanishing again

people round here say youre a witch

i feel anxiety in my neck

carthage is cool

the palm trees and temple whores

hey where can i change these roman coins

i spent all i had on smack n avoiding another crack (up)

down by the lush black swamps where mandrake grows

i shot my baby

oh you helpless birdlings nobody wants you

i run around im looking for you

why cant i feel it

i cant tell you but i know its mine

steve kilbey in 457 BC plays a B n a C

i trem0lo the low strings it blends in with other things

pyramids full of neros

baby call me little boots baby call me slim

the way of all flesh n blood

here i am on the edge of everytown

our destination looks kinda oh bleak

my frenzied cortina man you shoulda seen her

hub cap diamond stud smokin’ speed

in deed in fucking deed

its chaos

little piles of smouldering leaves

the ocean growing hungrier

smashes your watch with a hammer

caresses you off camera

summer in sumer was super i’m sure

gilgamesh synchromesh female flesh

i devour sacrifices whole

apollo appears firing golden arrows into the enemy

the fauna oughta equal the flora

and eve = aurora

and

priest = aura

(in spades!)

hi everyone

how are you

im rehearsing priest =aura for the tour

its hard figuring some bits out

this will be a short blog today

the weather is cool for summer

the kids come back 24th jan

please stop bickering in my comments

no more comments of a bickering nature will be printed

sk premium will start soon as we get some things ready

opera house on april 14 now half sold out

things are turbulent in my life and head

thanks for being here

thanks for patience n understanding

nothing you read here is completely true or false

i am the time being

love

saw this film called alexander starring colin farrell

ok

to me

and after all what would i know

i see alexander as this mercurial charismatic complicated cat

hes fucking handsome but hes weird

someone unusual someone you wouldnt meet everyday

hes a intuitive genius but hes also seduced by babylonian decadence

hes been taught  by aristotle one of the worlds finest minds

he is familiar with esoteric and arcane magic rituals

he is never unnecessarily brutal

he is courteous to his enemies if they play ball with him

he is an enigma

we can see what he did but we dont really know much about him

but whatever he was

he was something out of the ordinary

ok

now we have the actor playing alex

this man with his blond mullet

is the very opposite of everything i wrote up there

more like a footy hooligan or a member of deaf leopard

a total ham fisted ballsup

the music is atrocious

in indian rainforests when it all had gone bad

the fucking music if there had to be music

should represent that

the dislocation the madness the ruins of ecstasy

but we hear the same old star wars-y stuff

the 1850s english charge trumpets etc you know the one like in avatar

the things the people say are awkward

no one has the slightest conviction

a bunch of big name actors dressed up silly on  some location

the ancient world was not apprehended

alexanders mystique never approached

the sheer alien zeitgeist

the way it all went to his head

man this was a story to be told

but this is like a western with blokes in togas n eyeliner

they say old alex the g may have been gay

i guess he may have had some strange female -like allure

sorry colin  could never be gay

hes as butch as a meat pie

in the silly men kissing men scenes its embarrassing

mrs pitt is there as his naughty pushy mummy

funnily enough shes the only one talking in a greek accent

well it sounded more russian

but the sentiment was there

the others all speak with irish accents …oh come on!

might as well have made em all fucking aussies then

it just ruins the effect at least colins does

when he meets his conquered foes daughter a princess

i half expected him to say top o the morning to ya!

theres a cool looking guy who ends up on the end of colins spear

he looks like he should be in nine inch nails or something

so

all that money

all that history

all that magic

all that tragedy

all that destruction

all that decadence

and still

they couldnt get an even halfway decent film outta it

they shoulda asked me

seriously

it would have been a zillion times better at least

rating : an ancient turkey