The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

stuck with myself
stuck on myself
stuck by myself
stuck in myself
this body is a cage
odd moments elongate
canberra damp n dripping
crossing the road to buy a yoghurt slice
i just got stoned in my mazda in the carpark
i gotta go back to work but first i got the munchies
hey hey i’m a young man but it dont feel that much different
its late autumn early afternoon
the pot has suspended time like a cloud in the sky
one long white low cloud blowing up the street
i walk over to the shop
i have to cross a big highway
i’m in the suburb of barton
every building here almost is the public service
inside the shop i thumb thru their rude magazines whilst waiting
good lord its 197? and you can see this sort of thing..!?
the lady at the counter frowns at me as i order my yoghurt slice
i love the currants n sultanas in them
i look at my reflection in the glass
i got platform shoes bellbottom pants and a body shirt
i’m skinny and lanky looking
i have ridiculously long hair which i fiddle with like a foppy fool
i go back up the office
none of em know or react to my exploits
i do some menial job
i pay lip service to a system thats waiting for me to leave
to tell you the truth i was a lousy programmer
i never got one tiny subroutine to run
i was a useless public servant
i was a churlish twit disturbing these poor peoples calm
they just wanted a quiet life
but now they were sitting in an office
with a babbling fool spouting on about whatever nonsense
hey kilbey shuttup!
so what i was a square peg in a round whole
why did i have to make their lives a misery?
so i’d smoke pot eat yoghurt slices and run round the lake
uh huh lake burley griffin
jog jog run run
remember the japanese guy who ran past each day
eventually communicating with me in a split second
how his run was going
how his day was going
his opinion of the whole damn shebang
one day a grunt
one day a grimace
sometimes rarely a broad triumphant smile
sometimes downcast despair
a troubled glance
a sly wink
a cough
a nod or shake
sometimes closed eyes
as i ran past him
eventually one of my knees packed it in
i visited a really nice doctor who said stop running
he was such a kind handsome knowledgeable doctor
the next week he was run over n killed on his bike by a drunk driver
huh?
why?
anyway imagine me pre church fame
running round this fucking lake at lunch time in autumn
pumped up on endorphin
another quick smoke
upstairs feet up reading the illuminati trilogy
n munching on my yoghurt slice
and yelling out stray bits of the stuff i’m reading
to the ultra straights trying to work
hey it says here that schrodingers cat blah blah blah…
shuttup kilbey please!
the time passes by slow
i try to work to escape the time
but i cant work at something that has no interest to me
like updating a fucking mailing list….yeah sure….ha ha
dear sir can i please be put on the mailing list for these magazines..?
the dairy outlook
the beefy times
the pork and barrel herald
etc etc
signed farmer jones
my job to put said geezer on list
i had a computer programme after all
i had a box of cards with instructions in fortran
i had a little booth
the tea lady came up to our floor n i had tea n biscuits
i had my own phone n extension#
what a little goose i was though
thoroughly confused and lost
sitting in this old tower in barton on a chilly a.c.t. day in autumn
so long ago
lifetimes n lifetimes ago
fucking about doing nothing
turning up at 9
released at 4 51
sitting watching that second hand go round
willing it urging it on
wishing my life away
i jumped ship n moved to sydney
into some unknown life betting on myself n i got lucky i guess
one year ago no one would even listen to my music but my brothers
now i got interviews n flights to catch and people to see
the only constant is the dope
the drone thruout my adult life (a dolt life)
now i dont even have to try n hide it
canberra seems a long way hence and thence
they threw a book of my poetry out once
i was away n they moved my desk
n threw away my book of poetry i was writing
now people were interested in what i wrote
we went back n played in canberra
yeah they suddenly loved me after all that time
hey no hard feelings
i was a ninny and i deserved all i got
strange strange days fiends
strange strange days

flew down to melbourne town
last week to do the # 1 show in australia
which is kinda like a quiz show i guess
although there are no prizes and no one cares about the score
i get a chance to be funny and witty and show off my knowledge a bit
didnt get that many questions right but no one seemed to mind
they all said “boy you did well”
i have a comedian on one side called dave
who it seems had a bit of a crush on the church as he was growing up
hes regaling me with church stories a singing bits of lyrics at me
not what i was expecting
the host of the show n the 2 mainstays very cordial
all the crew very cordial
everyone treated me very nicely
will be interested to see how show comes out eventually
after editing etc
(they say bout 3 weeks it’ll be on)
then on saturday n sunday
participated in the rival music quiz show
at enmore theatre in sydney
live for 3 shows but not filmed
another wonderful bunch of people on all levels
kind and accommodating thats for sure
among guests were clare bowditch who i sang under pressure with
as a closing duet to 1st show
there was john paul young who was quite a raconteur backstage
i was pumping him for info on the era just before mine began
there was adalita from magic dirt who was very cool too
and the boys in rockwiz orkestra plus ash naylor
what a fruckin’ supergroup
we did milky whey and at rock wizs request we did disarm
at the end we all did cum on n feel the noize
if you can believe it
yeah i belted it out like a real olde pro ha ha
i’m trying to weld arcane fop to showbiz trouper here folks
are the seams showing?
its an art to be a good all round entertainer
and in the spirit of diversity
i am attempting to be a regular on any old tv show who wants me
after all i’m handsome urbane quick n i could look good in a suit
i’m opinionated and i’m rarely stuck for words
i come up good on camera now
(as long as you dont get too close to my wrinkles)
and i can be chatty and silly or serious or whatever ya want
flexible malleable and i come cheap ….perfect for yer tv show mister
and yet and yet
i’m still a bit of an unknown quantity
no one really knows what i might say
i had a chequered career so im perceived as having paid me dues (man)
if i can just behave myself a bit
i might indeed have a parallel career in musical comedy or theatre
or celeb squares
whatever
gimme a chance
you’ll be surprized
spent yessaday singing milky whey again for a game called rockband
almost as bad as a rooted canal but no anaesthetic!
on monday nite i leave for the states n san diego
where we’ll rehearse n do our first gig
i see a possibility of more tv in the states too
watch out
im a multi media explosion
with maximized internet clout
my boxset of solo albums is coming
gb3 is coming
david neil is coming
deadmans hand is coming
and of course various odd collaborations
poetry film and musical all coming down the line atcha
today a quiet day of respite with my little woofle in bondi
autumn is in the air
but its still warmish
ok you fools
see you soon
steve-0

feeling a bit phucked
gonna have a few daze off
sk

busy signal
the ancient world beckons
kings were kings
life was cheap
egypt stagnated out there in her deserts
the nile crocodiles while away the time
mummified remains
hieroglyphs
chariots of silk she rode
thoth ammon like a falcon machined head
ra ra ra
the poor widowed isis
the thief in the market
the fault in the material
the brambles in the bullrushes
spearman
white hippy moses
white powder of gold
the whiteman in me shudders
you little english bastard
still the vast expanses
still the watery tracts
a sect lived in these caves
their cats were fierce half domesticated things
artificial light candles mirrors
i speared a man and my spear was caught in his ribs
i drowned in my own blood
we worshippers before the prophet
the cult of aphrodite ravaged by disease
the dawn walkers the street magicians
cock of the north circumcised by rome
a real harlot striding through the stelar
fucked by persia
buggered in assyria
the survivors wandering in the fertile triangle
cohabiting with an angelic species
i smear butter on the sacrifices beautiful body
alexandria in spring yes i would recommend it
sir your carriage has arrived at the southern oases
lady your jackal has absconded with the victuals
master your solar system has blinded my eyes
the drums beat on
the flesh hits flesh
heave copulate conquer retreat scream die
a man from nineveh is here with the necessary items
admit him at once and silence or your tongue will be cut out
lewd scenes inside the temple
the great statue of osiris has crashed into the moon
the priests women eat the fruit of this earths loins
yet remain unrepentant
the brick pit
the grinding wheel
the stinking mud
pharaoh saunters about mincing like his queen never titty
job says fuck all this…is ‘e ‘aving a laugh?
robin hood says i am an anachronism in this story
kilbey/ hemingway in black n white down in florida
dolphins herald the proud beaked ships
great blue haired earth shaker appears from the briny depths
zeus brother son of a tighten
the underworld oh grim no hope dont die
so many wars
so many plagues
so many tiny details we could not check
the symbol of the fish
who will remember the mysteries except me and west wood
who will speak our dead language to the living god
who will nail us up like notices cracking in the sun
i come to pillage
i come to rape
i come to despoil
i come to consume
bring up the bloody elephants from the rear
let the archers loose the arrow
let the swords drink our enemies courage
let the grape be purple and the wine be dark
let the women be shapely and the men be strong
bring medicines if you have them
bring tablets from the mountains
bring girls from the cities
bring the future down on our heads
colossus
toppled in the dust
no more visitors
no more sound

did this on fright home from perth
hope you enjoy
steve-0

ps
after watching this back i realized how many pictures without a shirt
this was coz mainly
every time i sat down with my laptop lately its been 100 degree heat
apologies to any offended persons
it was not my intention to be so topless
sk (five minutes later)

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another gig
another day
another wanka with another way
who cares …not me
i drink my coffee eat my sweets
i smoke my smoke safely sedated
in some van somewhere i xoom down my doom
a somewhat curt kaboom
i leave this room
yeah i strum my somewhat jotted songs
spotted and hotted up
i am like no other
in my suit of manflesh
so dis-invincible
yeah my songs why you know em
yeah my pipe dreams why you blow em
why my scars well you show em
i stand accused of rocknroll perjury
i stand accused before you the jury
he he come chased by furies
here comes that mangy panther
stalking little baby answers
his fur is farflung like fafnir the dragon
take a dragon this sister senorita maneater
ah i cant compete ah
ah i should just delete ah
yeah i see you move out the corner o’ my eye
my inner i
my bond i
my wand i
my fond you
wander become fonder
wilde blew yonder
in a late model honda
sundered my thunder
oh god i am thor
i hammer on i hammer off
i move in for the krill
steve krillboy sucking it all in
i filter it all out
i am a blue wail
i am saturday night alright for flight in
babble babble says the rabble
the ram bamboozled
uplode downlowed
ex-plode
i got more memory in this thing
(taps his head)
i red the classics
i black out
nice rack….can i get it unpack
play another track
from your new discus
i am a javelin unravelin’
a maverick geezer
a mercurial messenger of amorphous things
the muses blew their fuses when they chooses w.h. moses
yeah i am the one who really supposes
as close as this
there
there
there