hold him down boys
c’mon give us some truth
another voice : tell us something we dont know
yet another voice : …n we might letcha go…..
ok
ok ok
i am a free lance unemployed renaissance man
i was born in 1954
gee that makes me…..
voice : old!
the early years of my life were uneventful
apart from several bank robberies
2 revolutions
and a volcano
things were pretty much the same as all kids
i worked down the mines and i drank whisky
voice : c’mon we already know all this…!
i am the 1st son of a 1st son of a 1st son
i bank with the riverbank
i shop at the enchanted hollow tree
i write songs about the time and the distance
voice : which time….which distance…?
well err uh….there are many times
8.11 in the morning for example….
or 1492
when columbus sailed the ocean turquoise
and the distance is
the distance between you and me
i mean you metaphysically
not literally
and by literally i mean….
voice : tell us about your little gang
what….?
another voice : tell us about david neil…..
yet another voice : and your sister kathy…
ok ok
you see its a mild morning here
voice : and….?
and small fluffy clouds ponce about in the sky
while the effeminate sun hides coquettishly behind
the pink pink pink moon
voice : this had better be leading somewhere, kilbey…
yes and the palms are chattering their teeth
and a cactus has gone in for a towel
the sandy soil whistled in a gravelly voice
another voice : tell us about the south american warlords son….!
oh yeah he’s harmless
voice : we hear hes carrying a ragini and a stylophone these days
another voice : jesus boss, this guy has a stylophone…?
voice : thats right….isnt it, kilbey…
yet another voice : tell us bout the vampyre…
another voice : and the scientist….
voice : and the whales too…where did you meet them
another voice : are you aware that a mr simon polinski
of some leafy suburb, melbourne
is under house arrest
and has signed a sworn confession : ie
fucking kilbey fucking did it! the utter bastard….!
voice : you better come clean, mister
ok ok
this is the truth
i am an alien
i never wrote utmw
it is the national anthem of my people, the xanxians
who live in a far corner of the sky
(some of us have round shoulders)
i cant remember if i cried
when i read about his winnowed bride…
voice : this is more like it…
i raised by a gas gas gas
in the year 2525 if man is still alive
we got 4 years TODAY!
exactly
4 years stuck on your eyes
here comes that rainy day feeling again
and if your love is true
i will give to you
every part of me
voice : we can use this….
going to the movies only makes me sad
fixing a hole in the ocean
i feel just like jesus son
jesus christ superstar
away in a manger
a crib for a bed
when i’m rushing on my run
over fields we go
laughing all the way
its my life
and
its my wife
tell my wife i love her very much
she knows
something in the things she shows me
and i really dont care anymore
following yonder star
little jesus are you watching me?
its becoming very clear
that you shouldnt be here….
round yon virgin
mother n child reunion is only a motion away
in a manger
little lord jesus laid down his sweet head
but he never lost his head
lying in the dark like an angel on my chest
i tell myself i am the cosmos
i am the october man i dream of many things
i saw three ships go sailing by
i sing the body electric
i am i am i am
voice : go on..are you getting all this, brad..?
a white moon appeared
watching the whole world
through the peculiar hole in the sky
you see this sky
this skies in love with you
scuse me while i kiss this sky
look at the stupid girl
shes like somewhere over the rainbow
something in the way she moves
she moves through the fair
she dont belong here anymore learn this the hard way
she aches just like a woman with a reason
may nothing you dismay
jesus christ was born today
jesus christ was born
voice : thats probably enough…
until the 12th of never
goodbye goodbye goodbye
voice : its not what you say..
gazing at you i see the heat