adaptor

instant fervent glorious baptism in white wasteland the musicians have all passed out the cards all undealt the beers in the fridge slosh it all down go unto the night as a child would the notes in the songs correspond to stars eight flames in eastern dark the minstrel crashes into the audience i sing the songs of the dead the real and the imaginary i sing the songs written by waiters and housewives i arrange the cobwebs and the dew i orchestrate the floral dominions where mission fainted in joy mustardseed and poppy indica into rose into swollen purple headed evening clouds my music falling down around me like glowing ashes we pack up our lutes in our utes and usually some disputed flute i sit at a red table with a silver fork women of whitest flesh and blackest clothes peppermint and lavender then mandrake rooted in mansuit henbane beltane morgoth black christ angel in conflicto delicto the sides collide i ride along on my song this song lifts me up this song lets me down this song never sing in this part of town my planets arrive each one orbiting a guitar fixture aliens abound man in my deepest spine an abyss of cosmic secret darkness one day you will plummet it i am so sure until then the hum of the stars and the searing loss of time elapsed

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gordian knot

instant fervent glorious baptism in white wasteland

the musicians have all passed out

the cards all undealt

the beers in the fridge

slosh it all down

go unto the night as a child would

the notes in the songs correspond to stars

eight flames in eastern dark

the minstrel crashes into the audience

i sing the songs of the dead

the real and the imaginary

i sing the songs written by waiters and housewives

i arrange the cobwebs and the dew

i orchestrate the floral dominions where mission fainted in joy

mustardseed and poppy

indica into rose into swollen purple headed evening clouds

my music falling down around me like glowing ashes

we pack up our lutes in our utes and usually some disputed flute

i sit at a red table with a silver fork

women of whitest flesh and blackest clothes

peppermint and lavender then

mandrake rooted in mansuit

henbane beltane

morgoth black christ angel in conflicto delicto

the sides collide i ride along on my song

this song lifts me up

this song lets me down

this song never sing in this part of town

my planets arrive

each one orbiting a guitar fixture

aliens abound man in my deepest spine

an abyss of cosmic secret darkness

one day you will plummet it i am so sure

until then the hum of the stars

and the searing loss of time elapsed

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mischief afoot

desired to be a lot

our four fathers further off some brilliant ancestor with limed twigs the history of world upon world some other man now breaks through out of me leaving his memories behind in this mind a shattered mirror of impressions a dark secret controlling almost everything a schema for encoding response a mistrust of measurement a void of marine desert a ceremony inverted in on itself meaning an opposite my fingers curl round black nails my wolf teeth my sloth claws my hide beaten from silvered skin man hunts man in the red dawn of prehistories inconclusive spats names change meanings fade the gods in all their forms and equivalents and  demons set free by the ruthless twin pursuits of  buy and sell we are shoeless in one eden we are refused service in the next our allusions are detached our delusions are attached tomorrow : more except not as good    

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anglo-saxon archetype

our four fathers further off

some brilliant ancestor with limed twigs

the history of world upon world

some other man now breaks through out of me

leaving his memories behind in this mind

a shattered mirror of impressions

a dark secret controlling almost everything

a schema for encoding response

a mistrust of measurement

a void of marine desert

a ceremony inverted in on itself meaning an opposite

my fingers curl round black nails

my wolf teeth my sloth claws

my hide beaten from silvered skin

man hunts man in the red dawn of prehistories inconclusive spats

names change meanings fade

the gods in all their forms and equivalents

and  demons set free by the ruthless twin pursuits of  buy and sell

we are shoeless in one eden

we are refused service in the next

our allusions are detached

our delusions are attached

tomorrow : more except not as good

 

 

Newsletters August 2011

Future Past Perfect Tour Aust – first date announcement Newsletter 12th August 2011 Steve Kilbey art and music

Future Past Perfect Tour Aust – first date announcement

Newsletter 12th August 2011 Steve Kilbey art and music

Newsletter 27th July 2011

Church Newsletter 27th July 2011 – archive

Church Newsletter 27th July 2011 – archive

new zealot

  i just got home from new zealand my impressions physically new zealand is a gorgeous country it is quite unlike australia in its topography and its flora n fauna we started off in auckland which was last time my best place this time i have ricky and the hoffmen with me we have some guitar tuning issues but the gig is quite well attended the crowd are very kind and generous but my 12string tuning issue causes us to lose momentum and everyones a little bit disappointed wellington is an incredible little city its weird and cool and remote and all that not such a big crowd we play ok they dig it ok its ok our accommodation is very good tho’ next night is dunedin we fly there in a little prop plane… gee it makes me nervous tho…… dunedin is the smallest coolest city ever its got more rockstars coming from there than you can shake a stick at….. the gig is only moderately attended but the crowd and the band “go off” wow good on ya dunedin….. then we drive to christchurch i thought christchurch an austere place last time it seemed harder and sadder than the rest of nz this was just my narrow personal impression in 2007 after the earthquake the lovely people are showing resilience folks this place has been hit real hard and a lot of this town came down there are fucking broken buildings everywhere and rubble and cordoned off bits some scenes of desolation move me to tears i must say oh i feel for this city and its terrible battering anyway our gig was moved to a kinda awful venue in the suburbs it was completely unsuitable als bar where we were gonna play was still not earthquake damage […]

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l'etranger

 

i just got home from new zealand

my impressions

physically new zealand is a gorgeous country

it is quite unlike australia in its topography and its flora n fauna

we started off in auckland which was last time my best place

this time i have ricky and the hoffmen with me

we have some guitar tuning issues but the gig is quite well attended

the crowd are very kind and generous

but my 12string tuning issue causes us to lose momentum

and everyones a little bit disappointed

wellington is an incredible little city

its weird and cool and remote and all that

not such a big crowd

we play ok they dig it ok

its ok

our accommodation is very good tho’

next night is dunedin

we fly there in a little prop plane…

gee it makes me nervous tho……

dunedin is the smallest coolest city ever

its got more rockstars coming from there

than you can shake a stick at…..

the gig is only moderately attended but the crowd and the band “go off”

wow good on ya dunedin…..

then we drive to christchurch

i thought christchurch an austere place last time

it seemed harder and sadder than the rest of nz

this was just my narrow personal impression in 2007

after the earthquake the lovely people are showing resilience

folks this place has been hit real hard and a lot of this town came down

there are fucking broken buildings everywhere and rubble and cordoned off bits

some scenes of desolation move me to tears i must say

oh i feel for this city and its terrible battering

anyway

our gig was moved to a kinda awful venue in the suburbs

it was completely unsuitable

als bar where we were gonna play was still not earthquake damage approved

the gig is not helped by the fact that our lovely promoter kurt

accidentally gets us lost on the way and we show up an hour late

an hour late on a sunday nite at 11 30

no dressing room

the lights stay on in the house all night (its horrible)

the people are very nice

but the gig never takes off

about halfway thru a bloke about my own age

and a decent looking enough geeza

tells me

ive been a fan for forty years but this is the worst thing ive ever seen…!

and walks out along with a few others

it was probably the worst gig of my life

i wanted to disappear i really did

the next day in napier was a totally different story

an incredible little sea side city

re-done after 1933 earthquake in art deco

the venue is fabulous

the manager is a fan …he used to sing electric lash…

we dont have a huge crowd

but fuck they like to rock

we let our hair down n we really play well

adrian n shaun hoffmann are just getting better n better

ricky can always turn it on

(in christchurch he kept saying

“i like this…its like we’re in a dream….”)

i’m good if conditions are in my favour

but i just cant fight the good fight no more

i dont wanna struggle in some place against all odds

i just wanna play to the converted…ok…?

i dont wanna try n win any body over now…

i had my days at the front

i really like kurt our promoter

i hate to see him losing money putting us on

and he does lose a bit….

the people in nz are very cool

they really are

they dont give a fuck about what anyone thinks or showbiz routines

they are real

you better be good if you want their applause

we had a good time

we sold some david neil records

we saw some amazing sights

we had some fucking laughs

we had a few arguments too

it was cold in some places  but not too bad

and christchurch….the damage……

the spirit of its people however will prevail i believe

some protestant scottish stoicism…i dunno

ok thats it i guess

hi matt hi tony and ladies

hi rickys retinue of pretty girls

hi simon in dunedin ..you were very nice man

hi paul lightfinger how are you old son?

a lady in a cab in wellington didnt charge me cos i was lost

the lady in dunedin who gave me the flint

oh so many nice people

i dunno if i’ll be back on my own

maybe the church will finally come back

thats it!

bye

 

 

 

Future Past Perfect Tour Australia 2011: Brisbane Powerhouse

BRISBANE POWERHOUSE, THE CHURCH & UNORTHODOX RECORDS PRESENT THE CHURCH FRI 23 DEC 2011 the church will play at Brisbane Powerhouse this December on their Future Past Perfect tour, performing three classic albums in their entirety. the church’s 30th Anniversary year has taken the band all over Australia and the USA. In April the band played their A Psychedelic Symphony concert at a sold out Sydney Opera House with the 70-piece George Ellis Orchestra. To conclude these celebrations the band will perform an album from each decade of their existence – the critically acclaimed Untitled #23, perennial fan favourite Priest=Aura and the iconic Starfish. Suitable for ages 12+ http://www.brisbanepowerhouse.org/events/view/the-church/

BRISBANE POWERHOUSE, THE CHURCH & UNORTHODOX RECORDS PRESENT

THE CHURCH

FRI 23 DEC 2011

the church will play at Brisbane Powerhouse this December on their Future Past Perfect tour, performing three classic albums in their entirety.

the church’s 30th Anniversary year has taken the band all over Australia and the USA. In April the band played their A Psychedelic Symphony concert at a sold out Sydney Opera House with the 70-piece George Ellis Orchestra. To conclude these celebrations the band will perform an album from each decade of their existence – the critically acclaimed Untitled #23, perennial fan favourite Priest=Aura and the iconic Starfish.

Suitable for ages 12+

http://www.brisbanepowerhouse.org/events/view/the-church/