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i swim out of the murky past trusting blindly in the currents of fortune roamin’ ulysses escaping charybdis’ abyss done with snow and ice i drift into warm and soothing seas with no money i have landed upon these promising shores o loveliness the cattle and calves you love (govinda..!) the golden lambs of Hungaria the skin of the women all soft butterscotch divested of my tawdry vestments i am suited in nobility in these looming mirrors i am reflected in my angles the apparition of some old foolish duke from yesteryear lost in the eastern palace of biblical Sheba man i am so worn out that sea of treachery… In the many mansions of our father i bestrode those marble floors with my cold feet burning good spirit whisper to me terrifyingly tame devils tempt me to fall man like any other man gifts and flaws and all we talk on cold mornings by the sea Galilee in the bay baby we threw the nazarene up the cross (yes, you and i) the black milk of the darkest grape (fernet branca) oh how it succours darkness in the candles..! in a warm auric ray i am isolated in the night sated pink glow surround me in unabated tides where i hideaway every morning as i grow closer no ordinary dolt i am the bolting baying hound bounding over the sand when the storms swing low and the mussels flex the beaches flesh the arachnid crabs and the limpet winkle under a pier appear to be sleeping i  keeping change channels with a dagger (shmeyger) its staggering the stars out tonight on the sidewalks of fame like my father on leave during the war he’s striding through Golders Green again sweet dreamies of Joe Bellettes piano and a girl in Hastings maybe a’wasting his time […]

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winters minstrel

winters minstrel

i swim out of the murky past trusting blindly in the currents of fortune

roamin’ ulysses escaping charybdis’ abyss

done with snow and ice i drift into warm and soothing seas

with no money i have landed upon these promising shores

o loveliness

the cattle and calves you love

(govinda..!)

the golden lambs of Hungaria

the skin of the women all soft butterscotch

divested of my tawdry vestments i am suited in nobility

in these looming mirrors i am reflected in my angles

the apparition of some old foolish duke from yesteryear

lost in the eastern palace of biblical Sheba

man i am so worn out

that sea of treachery…

In the many mansions of our father

i bestrode those marble floors with my cold feet burning

good spirit whisper to me

terrifyingly tame devils tempt me to fall

man like any other man

gifts and flaws and all

we talk on cold mornings by the sea

Galilee in the bay baby

we threw the nazarene up the cross

(yes, you and i)

the black milk of the darkest grape

(fernet branca)

oh how it succours darkness in the candles..!

in a warm auric ray i am isolated in the night sated

pink glow surround me

in unabated tides where i hideaway every morning as i grow closer

no ordinary dolt i am the bolting baying hound bounding over the sand

when the storms swing low and the mussels flex the beaches flesh

the arachnid crabs and the limpet winkle under a pier

appear to be sleeping

i  keeping change channels with a dagger

(shmeyger)

its staggering the stars out tonight on the sidewalks of fame

like my father on leave during the war

he’s striding through Golders Green again

sweet dreamies of Joe Bellettes piano and a girl in Hastings

maybe a’wasting his time and tasting defeat

the sweetest melody blows upon a reed

genghis khan himself the seed of that cheek

you probably come from the great steppes of asia

and i can’t praise ya enough

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the speed of the stars

  it is indeed hard to know where to begin with this album it is a totally immodest thing to say but this a double plus good record my friends not least coz a frank kearns guitar sounds like string sections flutes and electric piano sounds like birds crying and sounds like violins wailing sounds like indistinct watercolour floods that are sweet and melodic talk about intricate talk about evocative talk about mystical talk about layers of rich organic blah blah blah the last word in magical guitar playing to induce an enchanted state to imply a familiar celtic faerie thing childrens stories and Finn McCool and weird happenings and huge distant birds traversing the skies and warm moments lost in some glowing autumn afterglow and desolation and the sound of war machinery echoing in a memory the guitar playing is so romance laden and dripping in nature sound this is as good as it gets no one else has gone so far into the glimmering sonic empire as FXK this is the result of years of perfecting this sound and a completely dreamy nature which is ever percolating with music hes taken the electric guitar and then treating it with his old school harmoniser which is like the box that goes everywhere with him a box that in the hands of a dreamer like him lets out dreams into this world his creations are ephemeral gossamer delicate pearls strung across a universe of space an absolute master of the guitar right here not bent his energy towards the usual stuff instead  found a way to imply such wonderful stuff emotional joyous both complex and simple easy to listen to and easy to create this music oozes out from both of us now like planets ooze from the mahavishnu out […]

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at last my stars

at last my stars

 

it is indeed hard to know where to begin with this album

it is a totally immodest thing to say

but this a double plus good record my friends

not least coz a frank kearns guitar

sounds like string sections flutes and electric piano

sounds like birds crying and sounds like violins wailing

sounds like indistinct watercolour floods that are sweet and melodic

talk about intricate talk about evocative talk about mystical

talk about layers of rich organic blah blah blah

the last word in magical guitar playing

to induce an enchanted state to imply a familiar celtic faerie thing

childrens stories and Finn McCool and weird happenings

and huge distant birds traversing the skies

and warm moments lost in some glowing autumn afterglow

and desolation and the sound of war machinery echoing in a memory

the guitar playing is so romance laden and dripping in nature sound

this is as good as it gets

no one else has gone so far into the glimmering sonic empire as FXK

this is the result of years of perfecting this sound

and a completely dreamy nature which is ever percolating with music

hes taken the electric guitar and then treating it with his old school harmoniser

which is like the box that goes everywhere with him

a box that in the hands of a dreamer like him lets out dreams into this world

his creations are ephemeral gossamer delicate pearls strung across a universe of space

an absolute master of the guitar right here

not bent his energy towards the usual stuff

instead  found a way to imply such wonderful stuff

emotional joyous both complex and simple

easy to listen to and easy to create

this music oozes out from both of us now

like planets ooze from the mahavishnu out there somewhere

music we have created…i am impressed

the bass and piano i have provided

i am no maestro like FXK

but here i play exactly the right required thing

simple piano parts with emphasis on single lower notes up loud

the bass guitars are fluid supple and elusively fantastic

i am very proud of the keys and bass

the drummers wayne sheehy and barton price are just incredible

subtle and then walloping the skins like a wrathful god

ted howard who mixed with frank the record is a sonic genius

the vocals by me  and backing vocals by frank are strong and clear and tuneful

the melodies are sinuous and insistent

the words are spells oh yeah from who knows where tho

i dont know where these words have come from

i feel frank and i tapped into something

we drilled thru a wall and druidic words and music came to us

voices dictated the words to me

i have no memory of writing most of them

is this album somehow manifested from another realm..?

yes it is i suppose you could say

there is more going on than i can understand

some once famous bards from the olden days have informed our work

ideas flew to us as we cast our nets into the unknown silences

these are my best lyrics

the zenith so far of what i have done

the songs we have created here are a series of brilliant worlds

worlds of warm emotions and blurred memory

yes feelings of other lives other times other lives other voices

as frank is creating his backdrops of orchestral guitar

the words unfurl perfectly matched to the music like husband and wife

the words describe the music which describes the words

the voices the drums the music the words all of them suggest

but suggest what what what what what what what…?

somehow we are conjuring emotions fresh from outta some pagan place

we glimpse through the combination of words and music

the splendour of great houses in decay

the clean salty spray in a secret sea cove maybe painted by Dali

the fresh air that blows out of these songs

the animals that lumber and fly forth

the warm winter evenings of tuscany and eire

in albion the druids who produced their sublime lays

we can really only imagine how truly fucking cool their pieces must have been

somehow and somewhere on this record we have captured echoes of those days

our music just invokes all this fleeting stuff

but really enough is enough

its some of the best stuff ive ever done

this time the hype the wait whatever is all justified

this is one we’ve all been waiting for

the spiritual pastoral natural deep and clean music

after all we have ever done

here is this

its nine and three quarters stars out of ten

i dont see how we could have possibly made a better record

an absolute essential crucial recording

for people who want the strange and the mercurial

here it is!

hope you’ll be listening to this for years

 

 

http://stevekilbey.bandcamp.com/album/speed-of-the-stars