The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

thus spake kroon

presumptuous insects of summer you can bite my fix

when i am gone then you will realise and know

when you were snoozing in nothingness

i was out there blazing the way across a nightclub wilderness

it could not contain me

music pictures flow away from me

words hover at my fingertips

i bathe in deep rock where i merge with those in golden age

listen wait proceed think about it

float past in black river there i go

you a sloth in a tree

watching idly as there i go

i take sky out of space

i set stone to music

i take it faster

hook is a drug gotta love in me

swirling intrigue inhuman league

babbling oracle of warning and doom

dour sour powerless dwarf no star

no sun of mind you are no 1

whoever you are i forget your name

i have no time for future

in love with my ugly mirror i draw forth my song

tell me show me your song

i heard that it all came out wrong

when cars collide witnesses often divided

they say who ran over me song and ran away?

i walk outta train wreck smelling of plane fuel

i crawl out of hello hello hello

i dawdle in wardrobes i waddle thru twaddle

so what who cares he who dares wings and fall

lame dolt bolted to your molted nous

i am a mouse

you are a man

ok…? ….sure

i understand

red november

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working on the new album

in botany nsw

strange mixture of old new in botany

warm humid rainy days thunder rumbling

down the end of a small street in a warehouse

a great big studio

there we write and record our new album

the church is an idea

an ideal

a type of music to make

a mixture a combination

the idea almost has such solidity it could be franchised

in the end its the music

i am committed to making this kind of music

this kind of music i began writing oh so long ago

inspired by my heroes and other outside things

i formed an idea which i have developed on my own and then with others

a certain kind of lyrics

a certain kind of feeling

i was able to pinpoint and exclude what i didnt like from my band

after all these years there is that identifiable sound

there are those qualities you like : intelligence originality tradition

yes the eternal pull between originality and tradition

we turn the chord progressions on their head but it still has to rock, right..?

do weird things with the lyrics but dont lose meaning!

rock but dont rock in a dumb way

if it must be dumb than be dumber than anyone else

yet dont be clever for clevers sake too often

our new record is coming along nicely

you will like it

we are mining the rich vein of past and future

we aim for some impossible excellence

further deeper

we are making headway

further deeper

questioning our assumptions

trying to get to somewhere upstream

we go over each aspect of the songs

the time, the tempo, the key, the notes within each chord

the length of the bars

the role of each drum

the plethora of bass choices at every turn

the melody the harmony

the intensity

the length

a million other things

the machinery of rock music

these parameters we manipulate

our sonic experiments are reaping lovely rewards

further deeper

 Longtime church fan and music writer Rob Caldwell has penned a great retrospective called “The Heavenly Reverberations of the Church’s ‘Under the Milky Way'”.

In it, he writes… “I was witness to a slightly surreal event recently when I attended the weekly Corktown Ukulele Jam in Toronto. There were about 80 ukuleles all strumming the chords to the Church’s 1988 hit “Under the Milky Way”, with as many voices singing it. What did they do when it was time for the bagpipe solo?”

Read the full article here: The Heavenly Reverberations of the Church’s ‘Under the Milky Way’

slow dazzle

i heard a voice like a snake

i saw a face like a swan

i move in diagonal space

you can’t see when I’m gone

i treat my self to a beer

i treat myself to a meal

i eat that romany soup

i seat myself by your heel

i call you up in a fog

i tear you up like a dog

in my machine you are cog

in my house by the sea

and then the oranges peel

and then the strippers show up

and then the guy with the deal

we must put up with this wheel

and as i reach into space

and as i launch my next word

the lever leave her in place

receiver is never heard

yellow peril

domination
boot goes in
empire fall on deaf eerie silent
crashed out of space
the new technology : i am altered
the moon is unafraid out there alone
the forest in collision
the flying pines fill the sky above us
fish unleashed from the water sing in the air
the sunsets rays interpenetrate the surface of a maze
on certain days or by phases of the moon soon time will come
with the hum of machinery and in the void of nothingness
every creature has a soul that must evolve in solvency
the wicked who bickered while rome burnt learnt to lessen more
the wise king by the river a giver of peace killed by his own police
i walk a world where war underscores the law
it opens door for vulture and his whore, lil death galore
i’m playing this game and i’m shooting them down
the freak and the victim and the beggar and clown
i launch a flaming spear that burns through the night
a spirit doth whisper in my tiny ear
the language of dispossession i hear
in the freezing mornings still to come
i cant run anymore the hills have been conquered
i’m irradiated by my flowing screen by something so unseen
no maybe this is real this time i cant tell
i cant wait to tell you
you organize a bunch of press
but they pressed my buttons to my chess
the gun you gave me sprouting daisy
and the wrong address
lazy

crescendo wand

the violent rasp of the cello

the mounting terror of violins fill the sky

the cluster and buster of mighty drum

the beating throbbing host of heavenly ghosts

stabbing pain of holy lance the spear of every fear

inside the mind of a madman with crumbs

inside the facade when some strange darkness comes

on another plane strapped to the wreckage i shoot thru your night

when everyone as asleep i blaze away in light

when everybody dream i forced into the sight

when the warm bed reclaims you in blissful slumber

i alone trek into the sun

i alone when morningstar is done

i alone amongst these jagged peaks and the frames of ballets

the cast iron soul of greysky in the bluest day

when all fairyfloss drops have silently crashed at your feet

and the mightiest oak creeks in disbelief

as the wind and rain unroot themselves from outside your brain

and the whirling high branch comes clapping down again

across the seas antarctica patiently waits

as everything thaws and reopens closed up gates

not gone under we were frozen over

not gone under we were frozen over

melting now to meet you

i manifest evil koala

now

i exist in the margins

a word where there is no word

my human surface is so thin i feel angel and beast deep within

i feel god and devil duking it out with each colossal clout

i tell ya honey they aint fucking about

i see good and bad yet i’m not even handed

i rush in an angel with no brains

i pick up my paintbrush and apply the lacquer to a world

worlds of songs collide within the chasm of my second

a violin dreams its themes of loss in my seemingly endless crane-eon

i am the weirdest cat yet straight as a dice or snakes eyes twice

i am a search for my inklings all escaped from my old head

art is my little black cat asleep on a mat

but inside he dreams of a picasso mouse with gaughin tongue

he thinks to me : i,  your familiar spirit ..what shall i do?

i must be madder still the day replies in blue cerulean blue

the day will say something like goodbye in its way

in its way are the dead who will not flinch or pray

in its way are the peace freak soldiering on

i am the vessel of emptiness and satisfaction

i reflect echoes of everything we ever said

i am adam in the sea of rivers who can see eve

i am understanding yet you stand over me

i have given you nothing …nothing you didnt need

i am not unique each time i peek theres another me

each time i peak i pick up my pastel and seek art

look i make it look easy

white for winter and old mans beard

green for jealousy and pacific ocean

yellow for gold for saint stevens halo and aurora home low

scarlet for fever and daughter and sunset on water

black because everything comes out of the dark

grey for matter and mind over matter

blue for my eyes my skies

and the day everybody dies

mystery tramp

blessed earth accept this rain

i’m walking through your hemisphere

where every step is dagger sharp

everyone come back again

this dream is ending this book has closed

this part we playing oh so long

in darkest night we travellers in distance

find me falling through a song

then somebody said lets let go

a voice in another room or from another world

somebody else said double happy ending

suddenly i thought their just pretending

then mercury had ascent over venus

and priestess and fool followed both of the kings

and everything  sloshed down with wight whine

sweetie thats just the shadow daylight brings

seacrest crescent is blurred in a mist

the first time the clouds and stars are missing

i’m just a man in this queue for a clue

still wondering what to do