The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

another room in the east

we are doing a little tour in australia playing f/d and only f/d

its going pretty well except for a few rude morons in canberra of all places

sorry you wanted to hear old songs but we’re just doing our new album

we are not at your beck n call nor are we jukeboxes regurgitating old tunes

we are the church we are unrepentant

we do what we want despite what anybody says

i cop so much flak just for doing any single fucking thing

i pursued music so diligently i did my homework

i take it all in

all of us in the church we put the time in

we put the love in

i cannot think of an album i’ve been involved in that has as much love

we are getting wonderful reviews and i thank you all for the enthusiasm

the naysayers have receded to an impotent bunch of trainspotters and tools

all of them so sure they would hate it and guess what they really do

still the general consensus is otherwise

these naysayers are like a mosquito bite on my sensitivity

they cause a minor irritation and then they are gone

the necessary bloodsucking that nature apparently demands

live the band is kicking ye olde arse

12 new songs is not an easy ask on band or audience

but it was necessary

ian has to show what he brings to the table

because he brings a lot

not some hack to churn out old songs

peter and tim are monstrously good

craig wilson on auxiliary instruments is fantastic

playing all the things nobody else can get to

me? well i make mistakes and stuff

i keep trying harder and harder

remembering a bunch of words and bass parts

the fender 6 getting a good work out

we are not perfect yet but we sure  rocking on

i am enjoying myself

i am enjoying this incarnation of the band

after all its only rocknroll

its for fun..right?

so we will be back next year in australia and elsewhere

then we will deffo be playing some old choons

it just couldnt start like that straight off the bat

yes and my book will be with us very soon too

so you have 2 completely different things to immerse yourself in

should you want to enter the fucked up zany kilbosphere

brisbane is sold out

melbourne is going to be close

both these are nice venues or so i have been told

anyway it had to be this way

i hope we come to your city next year somewhere in this world

i am very proud of f/d and of our live sound

we will persevere on into the future god willing

and we will remain true to ourselves

on that

you can rely

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hemming away

less than 5 days away and fit for human consumption

music cooked up illegally in a sound lab

1000 and 1 guitars in technicolour monochrome

alone and beyond this mortal plane of pain

the music sprinkles in free fall in a dream i chanced upon

in white  straits in black water below the treble cliffs a great bass sea

we are by the great coastlines of the pasts

surfing the conundra waves singing with those freaky meermaids

down by the sea in in my vesuvian vessel those BC nights i lived and i died

i am your sailor and your cardshark and your slave

i was your priest

now all these thoughts have swirled back upon me my songs

which always have been reflections from countless unknown memories

hear…they come to life ..!

the crashing minions of our great regime grooving in the chamber

the harassed singer grasping at strawberry whine and cinnamon fixes

stoned in his tomb his body of work falls apart

all these songs and more i bring to life

the american century where i roamed unbridled through my ladyfriends mind

you mean the songs of intrigue and passion and tragedy..?

oh yes the riverbed song of the cuckolded king

the in-space announcements en route to my lemurian hideaway

the din of the silverware in no gravity field

the sound of a bass guitar come to life and playing itself

the genius wallop that capsizes yer catamaran

sweet honey harmony rose would sink in lotus pool

we explore the arcane beauty of the desert shore

we enter the moist softness of song becoming one like none

inside the cocoon the tuning up has finally begun

the increased speed begins to bleed into a guitar

that transforms in storms of white chattering and pink shard noise

cut and diced and thrown into a sound salad

my words were copied from a tablet i found in my mind

zeus the crucifier of a womans desire appeared to me

like a spear his words tear thru my ears

he says you deserve to serve me

i describe the curve he threw me

i give this gift of music to you and your friends

he says in ancient greek

luckily i know a few words

i run with the music to a stream of all your dreams

i dive down down down deep to your bed inside all our heads

deep in your bed a live feed is fed ichor some perfect honey liquor

these songs you will apprehend as a memory or dream

quickly you will come to understand them

we reached in deep to catch these ones who would have remained elusive

in all your hearts in all our heads

the unadventurous must go on ahead

this music is my compartmentalised yet slender thread

with this golden cord attached to the central god our love

we sing of his devils his angels his nephilim and his monsters

we sing of the salesman but

by night a minotaur

in song come with us then into the labyrinth

further

deeper

octobre 17 like scarlets birthday

see you hear from you

again

darkness you are my priestess

listened the record on a good system

its huge

every song is vital

every one is a mixture of dollies and sorrows

the strange turns an unbridled mind can only find

as we launch out back into the space that sent us

as we lash out against the storm overhead

and we march into unknowable futures all but unarmed

against the odds admittedly

it was unlikely we could still make such a good record

i hoped for it but didnt expect it

the detail is astonishing

sounds crowd up and rush by

guitars groan way down deep

tinkling little mechanical bells shiver near

sometimes the pounding drums subside leaving mercurial oozing songs running away

the crisp 6 string bass or the dull throb of the 4

my words and singing as i hold on to the whispering music time ghost

everything is flying by

you stand in the way and it just goes thru yer head

are you gonna stand there or not

i trap these errant thoughts and inklings

in my stony skull the words of the stars reverberate forever ringing on

a clamour of madding voices flash on and off

i cull the ideas hammering them upon song after song

the word was love it fell from on high

i am the catcher of broken fragments like chunks of pale chocolates

the dusty icing sugar of the galaxies all my lives imagined or unimagined

the furious battering north wind

a south sea isle hey baby i’m a fuckin’ missionary

i live 500 lives in america alone

popping up all over the places

all those lives appear here if you wanna know where words come from

they come from a mine in the head and once excavated leave only an ache

these words i had in me my whole life now come out on these songs

sacred songs glimpses into somewhere else another place you can go

i sing the rich young universe filled with wonder and awe

in character i falling in and out

in suits of diamonds and hearts where then is me cheque mate..?

lush beyond all possible lushnesses

fertile deltas come alive in cool coral caves

further and further

deeper and deeper

more and more

do you wanna stop yet my tiny pet or shall we keep going?

on into that universe of music to explore

a coalition of the thrilling willing

out of nothing we catapult nameless flaming balls of pure fire

in songs that crash to earth in your brain where they will remain

some new process has allowed the magic to sustain throughout everything here

it could not have been better

we have achieved our distance effortlessly

we were harnessed to luck and it left us sprawling

but we held on for a dozen or so songs

remembered them from our dreams

pieced them together with instruments and singing

ladies and gentlemen

this record is a total trip..!