back home
thank you
safe flight
obviously
left pondering
many things
many moments
many songs
saw the sights
took the trip
sunny san diego to rainy virginia
saw the skrapers and the trailers
saw the lovely audience
saw the sun come up when i couldnae sleep
saw the moon go down tho i couldnt stay awake
i shook peoples hands
i cuddled the wives and kids
i talked but my eyes were always elsewhere
the next town
the next life
i couldnt grab on to it
i’m moving too fast now
i cant slow down ever again it seems
life doth truly speed up
all my songs are coming true
my daughters have all grown
my wife is still beautiful
my rented little house sits here in its street
the tour is a memory
already i think of something else
i say goodbye to pete at airport
he hadda fly on to qld
we travel together but we dont say that much
when you known a geeza going on 40 years
you dont have to say much
petes pretty self satisfied
he reads listens to music
occasional wry observation
weather here a deliriously beautiful day
about 20 degrees c
anyway
more revelations as they come to hand
now some yoga
i guess
sk
home
back homethank you safe flightobviouslyleft ponderingmany thingsmany momentsmany songssaw the sightstook the tripsunny san diego to rainy virginiasaw the skrapers and the trailerssaw the lovely audiencesaw the sun come up when i couldnae sleepsaw the moon go down tho i couldnt stay awakei shook peoples handsi cuddled the wives and kidsi talked but my eyes were always elsewherethe next townthe next lifei couldnt grab on to iti’m moving too fast nowi cant slow down ever again it seemslife doth truly speed up all my songs are coming truemy daughters have all grownmy wife is still beautifulmy rented little house sits here in its streetthe tour is a memoryalready i think of something elsei say goodbye to pete at airporthe hadda fly on to qldwe travel together but we dont say that muchwhen you known a geeza going on 40 yearsyou dont have to say muchpetes pretty self satisfied he reads listens to musicoccasional wry observationweather here a deliriously beautiful dayabout 20 degrees canywaymore revelations as they come to handnow some yogai guesssk
its over …its over
atlanta comes n goesas i knew it mustthe tour is overpeter n i are at lax airportour flight back to aust leaves in a few hoursatlanta was goodgreat crowdthe band ever so slightly “under”tired or weary or just getting oldjeffrey cain gives me new music for isidore at gigsomeone steals some money off tiare backstagejw n moksha from the hu dostiesgriffo n anthony collinskeith n deekip n jill from austinholly kiabgoa eekvirginia n christianwhole bunch of good peoplethis morning i realize everyone in our hotelwas there for the church last nightfamilies with kidsblokes n guys …more doctors n teachersguys from alabama n mississippithey all love the churchthey all grew up on the churchvery touchingi feel sad to leave the lovely southbut i gotta get home now n recovernot enough sleep too much traveltoo much rocknrolltoo much alcohol…boy dont it knock ya roundthanks to all who brought me jazzincluding jonny hollywoodthanks for gifts n foodstuffs etc etci love my fansi am devoted to my fansi will keep on keeping onas long as you wanna hear itsad to leave the u.s. in springsad to leave all your lovely vibes n good wishesfuck it went by quickfuck it went by slowthanks tim powles for driving us round safelyok im gonna go n wander about the airportsee you on the othersidei hopesteve-0
atlanta comes n goes
as i knew it must
the tour is over
peter n i are at lax airport
our flight back to aust leaves in a few hours
atlanta was good
great crowd
the band ever so slightly “under”
tired or weary or just getting old
jeffrey cain gives me new music for isidore at gig
someone steals some money off tiare backstage
jw n moksha from the hu dosties
griffo n anthony collins
keith n dee
kip n jill from austin
holly kiabgoa eek
virginia n christian
whole bunch of good people
this morning i realize everyone in our hotel
was there for the church last night
families with kids
blokes n guys …more doctors n teachers
guys from alabama n mississippi
they all love the church
they all grew up on the church
very touching
i feel sad to leave the lovely south
but i gotta get home now n recover
not enough sleep too much travel
too much rocknroll
too much alcohol…boy dont it knock ya round
thanks to all who brought me jazz
including jonny hollywood
thanks for gifts n foodstuffs etc etc
i love my fans
i am devoted to my fans
i will keep on keeping on
as long as you wanna hear it
sad to leave the u.s. in spring
sad to leave all your lovely vibes n good wishes
fuck it went by quick
fuck it went by slow
thanks tim powles for driving us round safely
ok
im gonna go n wander about the airport
see you on the otherside
i hope
steve-0
tour 2
2nd last night in charlottesmall theatre underpopulatedbut ones who there about 200 they lovely-ishvery kind very nice very fairsomeone with a strange cartoon voice briefly interrupts my dreami fall asleep midsongmy fingers my throat carries onmy songs linger in the stormy airwhy didja write em sighs the southern breezethe elms and the pineslovely broad avenuesthe untamed southern spring is busting out all overtruly some promised land but promised by whowhoever it was i can understand why why the trees are so thick upon the hillsand the clouds race across the unfamiliar skyand some things seem left unfinishedand nature prevails more boldlyit quickly eats up anything that lays untouchedthe theatre has a complicated backstage layout undergroundi keep getting lost in one room full of mirrorsafter anotherits time to goi gotta pack before atlantaour last stophopefully the best nightgo out in a blaze of good old fashioned southern glorycoz this will soon be the endpk n i flying out sunday from atlanta oknow i bid thee all fonduesteve-0
2nd last night in charlotte
small theatre underpopulated
but ones who there about 200
they lovely-ish
very kind very nice very fair
someone with a strange cartoon voice briefly interrupts my dream
i fall asleep midsong
my fingers my throat carries on
my songs linger in the stormy air
why didja write em sighs the southern breeze
the elms and the pines
lovely broad avenues
the untamed southern spring is busting out all over
truly some promised land but promised by who
whoever it was i can understand why
why the trees are so thick upon the hills
and the clouds race across the unfamiliar sky
and some things seem left unfinished
and nature prevails more boldly
it quickly eats up anything that lays untouched
the theatre has a complicated backstage layout underground
i keep getting lost in one room full of mirrors
after another
its time to go
i gotta pack before atlanta
our last stop
hopefully the best night
go out in a blaze of good old fashioned southern glory
coz this will soon be the end
pk n i flying out sunday from atlanta
ok
now i bid thee all fondue
steve-0
tour
tour nearly overtour nearly doneboy we hadda good timeboy we had some funwe gone from the west to the eastplaying a song offa eacheven back with 2 beastnow in the southheading towards atlanta2 more shows2 more blows2 more throws2 nite its charlottegonna rock a littlegonna roll some morethem folks go crazy when los church hits the floor(wanna some more , senor?)yeah we ease on down the frickin’ roadpast the fields past the “yield”spast the levees past the steviespast the factoriespast the shops and the mallspast niagra fuckin fallspast flashing signs n bouncing ballsi weary i teary i strap on my guitar n my career-yi sing i blada blingi do my little dance routine cant remember where i beeni grizzled sozzled pickled tickled bickering snickering i shout move groove pluck sometimes i really sucki getting old i getting coldi getting hard to keep holdi do a mah yoga jus’ like i fuckin’ told yacall me slimcall me Himcall me bright n bloody dimcall me weird with my kingly little beardyeah babe you aint met me beforeyeah man well my axe is at the dooryeah steve i bet yer throat is soreyeah steve n i cant believe yer sleeve contains even morethe sun is shining down in the southi let the beams bounce round my mouthi let the dreams mine the deepest seam it seems my dreams are on beamit seems we live it seems we dieit seems all i think is i i igreedy little bastard i ami want my jelly n my jami wanna save the little lamb, ma’ami wanna eat purei wanna take the curehell i aint got time to be demurkiller go killer go killer goyou pushing fifty sixyou pushing against the establishment bricks(the pick of all the uptight pricks)you drive on thru the american nitestarbuckscaffeinewater5 daughterfrecklesthin fine […]
tour nearly over
tour nearly done
boy we hadda good time
boy we had some fun
we gone from the west to the east
playing a song offa each
even back with 2 beast
now in the south
heading towards atlanta
2 more shows
2 more blows
2 more throws
2 nite its charlotte
gonna rock a little
gonna roll some more
them folks go crazy when los church hits the floor
(wanna some more , senor?)
yeah we ease on down the frickin’ road
past the fields past the “yield”s
past the levees past the stevies
past the factories
past the shops and the malls
past niagra fuckin falls
past flashing signs n bouncing balls
i weary i teary i strap on my guitar n my career-y
i sing i blada bling
i do my little dance routine
cant remember where i been
i grizzled sozzled pickled tickled bickering snickering
i shout move groove pluck sometimes i really suck
i getting old i getting cold
i getting hard to keep hold
i do a mah yoga
jus’ like i fuckin’ told ya
call me slim
call me Him
call me bright n bloody dim
call me weird with my kingly little beard
yeah babe you aint met me before
yeah man well my axe is at the door
yeah steve i bet yer throat is sore
yeah steve n i cant believe yer sleeve contains even more
the sun is shining down in the south
i let the beams bounce round my mouth
i let the dreams mine the deepest seam
it seems my dreams are on beam
it seems we live
it seems we die
it seems all i think is i i i
greedy little bastard i am
i want my jelly n my jam
i wanna save the little lamb, ma’am
i wanna eat pure
i wanna take the cure
hell i aint got time to be demur
killer go killer go killer go
you pushing fifty six
you pushing against the establishment bricks
(the pick of all the uptight pricks)
you drive on thru the american nite
starbucks
caffeine
water
5 daughter
freckles
thin fine hair
red underwear
sculpted calves bisected in halves
troubadour media-whore banging down some fuckin’ door
not going gently…i still aint ever ridden in a fuckin bentley
yeah i a contra diction
yeah i fact AND fiction
nearly sixty i got more poke than most folk
i can tell a good joke
i am an approachable bloke
i got my allies
i got my axis
i got my fiction i got my faxes
i got sunshine i got rain
heard you comin’ back again
2 more shows
2 more close
2 more reap what ya sows
i sing the body corporate
i sing the words that you forgot
i sing your life
i sing your childhood
i sing your death
i sing with belated breath
i sing on the moor
i sing out there on the flaw
i sing for the poor
i sing because i cant do any fucking more
i love you all
all my lovely little fans scampering about
this great wide world make me wanna shout
ok
see ya in carolina
nothing could be finer
except when the sun n moon do a sixty niner
or having all the tea in china
see ya
killer
neglected my blogge
been hard to post latelywhat with bad internet long journeysgeneral malaise and tirednessam at the moment in a hotel by a brown dirty riversomewhere in new jerseyi believe i jut saw tony soup-rano and pauly down there with shovelsits a bit depressingthe sun shines but its still kinda coldthe traffic endlessly roars n pours up n down the bridgesall our shows have been well received no doubt about itthe strange venues affect thingsthe one in mass not right for us…not on that nightnyc was sold out iwe played well the crowd liked itlast night in long island was great if a little underpopulatedthe theatre was perfect for us in many waysbut all the attention is on ya as opposed to nyc where people are drinking n talking n eatingall these different style gigs inculcate a different kinda showhow could it be otherwise…?i get affected by venuesi played in some incredible venues(yeah foxboro was great venue)and i played in some empty icy mausoleumsand some overpacked sweaty holes-in-the-walland some posh brasserie and some dirty garageseen em all i guesstonite is a really nice place sellersville in pennsylvaniajust the right size for usi believe ticket sales have been healthy therethe drive is about 3 hours i supposewill fill you inlovesk
been hard to post lately
what with bad internet
long journeys
general malaise and tiredness
am at the moment in a hotel by a brown dirty river
somewhere in new jersey
i believe i jut saw tony soup-rano
and pauly down there with shovels
its a bit depressing
the sun shines but its still kinda cold
the traffic endlessly roars n pours up n down the bridges
all our shows have been well received no doubt about it
the strange venues affect things
the one in mass not right for us…not on that night
nyc was sold out i
we played well the crowd liked it
last night in long island was great if a little underpopulated
the theatre was perfect for us in many ways
but all the attention is on ya
as opposed to nyc where people are drinking n talking n eating
all these different style gigs inculcate a different kinda show
how could it be otherwise…?
i get affected by venues
i played in some incredible venues
(yeah foxboro was great venue)
and i played in some empty icy mausoleums
and some overpacked sweaty holes-in-the-wall
and some posh brasserie and some dirty garage
seen em all i guess
tonite is a really nice place sellersville in pennsylvania
just the right size for us
i believe ticket sales have been healthy there
the drive is about 3 hours i suppose
will fill you in
love
sk
lights all went out in massachusetts
here in bostonat some weird place we playing atgonna post a partial interview with gavin mckillopfilmed in l.a. (maan!)yesterday disappeared into the fog of some distancetoday seems empty and strangely sadsomeone mentions mandrake random instances freak us outfor instance the freezing cold dressing roompeople turning up in the wrong placespianos drift from the empty apartmentsthe drums bang bomp boomthe crush in trafficfeeling tired without my medicineweird weather ominous i forget the questions i sposed to ask
here in boston
at some weird place we playing at
gonna post a partial interview with gavin mckillop
filmed in l.a. (maan!)
yesterday disappeared into the fog of some distance
today seems empty and strangely sad
someone mentions mandrake
random instances freak us out
for instance the freezing cold dressing room
people turning up in the wrong places
pianos drift from the empty apartments
the drums bang bomp boom
the crush in traffic
feeling tired without my medicine
weird weather ominous
i forget the questions i sposed to ask
momentum
unreality sets ini push oni sing i playdetroitmadisonnolyonesseno atlantahartford iliumconstantinople i look in the mirroroh ageing down the ageswe pull in somewhere for gasi check my monitori lose my keyi lose my patiencei eat some cashewsa large soy latte pleasemore guitar in the left speaker pleasecan i sit in the frontcan we stop soon my legs are achinghotels blur by in green and browngoodbye everybodyi gotta gogotta leave you all behind n face the truthi drink some boozei drink some waterpack my caseunfold my guitarstretch out on my mati zoom along thrum thrum hum thrumi get in i get out i get in againsmoke some moreplay some more drive some moreforget some moreunreality has set innew yorktokyolondonmunicheverybody talking boutpop music
unreality sets in
i push on
i sing i play
detroit
madison
no
lyonesse
no
atlanta
hartford
ilium
constantinople
i look in the mirror
oh ageing down the ages
we pull in somewhere for gas
i check my monitor
i lose my key
i lose my patience
i eat some cashews
a large soy latte please
more guitar in the left speaker please
can i sit in the front
can we stop soon my legs are aching
hotels blur by in green and brown
goodbye everybody
i gotta go
gotta leave you all behind n face the truth
i drink some booze
i drink some water
pack my case
unfold my guitar
stretch out on my mat
i zoom along thrum thrum hum thrum
i get in i get out i get in again
smoke some more
play some more drive some more
forget some more
unreality has set in
new york
tokyo
london
munich
everybody talking bout
pop music