The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

orlrite you bloody lot
people’ve been bashing me bloody door down
people been accosting me in the street
the letters requests postcards emails telexes telegrams etc
never stop
give us steve kilbey live!
give us steve kilbey live?
give us steve kilbey live!
gw bush says gimme steve kilbey dead or live
ok
its a veil a bull
stevekilbeydvd.com
go ahead stop reading this blogge
and order a few dozen
get em while theyre hot
forget that absolutely terrible accoustic n intimate
this is the real deal
this is the one ya want
this is the one ya need
a real vid
with camera angles lightshow special feet-chas n everything
stevekilbeydvd.com
have that credit card ready and get ready to spend
youre gonna wanna loada these babies
this is not a cheap shonky vid like a+i
which went out before i’d seen it
when i saw it i stopped it
it is not a cheap but good vid like church 1992
which i like by the way yes i do
its rocknroll
anyway this is nice visually
a few jokes
a few songs
about 19 or 20 songs or something
you see me in the bath
you see me getting arrested
you see me being assassinated
you see me being embalmed
you see the hot juicy stuff they dont want ya to see
including the famous nude fat lady bicycle pump incident
youll see sk in all his glorious opulence
aboard the nz pms yacht sniffing coke with nuns
absailing in amsterdam
white water rafting in drought stricken victoria and laughing
sit around at kilbeys table as he entertains napoleon elvis n ricki maymi
watch kilbey write under the milky way again
youll see interviews with kilbeys ancestors in dark ages england
youll see kilbey trading riffs with beethoven mozart and fiery liszt
youll be amazed….or youre a total wanker
youll be absolutely satisfied 105%
or somebody somewhere
might
refund you
probably
(name and address)
zip
thats right
nothing ventured
nothing back offer
quite frankly
i think steve kilbey live
(hmmmm whatta great name for a vid!)
i think steve kilbey live
is the bees knees
its the last word
its the nail in the coffin of the rec biz
its a show biz miracle
its delight as a round shiny disc
its cooler than liq oxygen
and hotter than summer on mercury
kilbey talks
walks
he gives you tips on how to win millions
he explains how he got where he is now….THE TOP
he plays all his greatest hits
ju ju bang bang
hippy dribble bop song
mango womango we allgo
ungritted momentsworth
hoppy knock knock polka dot slot
ooma booma bonga bong bong
that ones by loo read ….oh i forget
he reads extracts of malt
he reads from his new book of recipes “vegan blechhh!”
he discusts his latest sandal foot bawl becks n posh n josh the pike
he implodes in slo mo and is reassembled out of kurts shank
matty d conceived directed and touched this vid
from an original idea by matty d
from an inkling by matty d
during a daydream by matty d
almost an afterthought by matty d
previously in matty d subconscious
matty d appears courtesy of matt davyddson ltd (wales div)
kurtains shank appears without any courtesy at all
paul lightfood appears curtsey of P inc
dutch pierre appears with courtesy of bondi police wanted doc
i’d like to thank new zealand film corp for the crisps
i’d like to thank my mother for the christmas pudding
i’d like to thank all the pests still continuing to bug my spam filter
i’d like to thank the ungrateful bastards who said i was washed up
jesus…you guys were right!
i’d like to shove this video up all the idiots who said i was
“a useless talented old wrinkled bore struggling to string 2 chords
together a voice like fingernails scraping on yer teeth
a face only a “mother” could love etc”
even though it was all true…
i’d like to thank rolling schtone maggyzeen
who said
“we did not review this junk
but if we did we’d probably ignore it”
anyway
hustler mag said
“unless kurt slips us a few k
or matty d stops painting all together
we think its rude!!!”
anyway
stevekilbeydvd.com
see what all the fluss is about
listen to it
watch it
love it
eat it
make love to/in/under/over/on/beside/all over it
yes
you gotta have it
steve kilbey live
OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

erase
delete
put it outta its mizaree
you need garage poet
latest medieval caper
the worldy world all wordy and woolly
oh i flaunt it if i can get it
shackled in a tin of brimming dims
trackless shadow we have hunted
girls take off their close
the trees above
the trees below
blank stump
close to it now
youre getting warmer youre getting cooler
rain all day drizzle drizzle
in a bedroom she takes off her close
in a dull light
her white skin is revealed
laying down across the bed sleeping like a stone
the violet pricks in the grey sky
the holes where the creatures have abodes
the moles and mice and bats and pangolins
the fruity fruits the angel fruits the angels laughter
the juicy stain
the mark of cain
a god moves in a mysterious maze
vishnu appears as krishna
satan comes as a man of peace
jesus comes awalking on a water
i come knocking knocking knocking
blocking out all light
my profile cast suddenly against an oilskin screen
i send your delerious trash to mag. heaven
plus a copy to my lawyer
cos soon im getting nasty
the drizzle is so so softly soft soft
it lingers and hovers and floats and it dithers
it appears
in the thick air
in the holiday magic air
in the hotels and sex afternoons
in the wine and cheese informal dos
in the brothels subdued lights
in the surgery glare
the stern judge with his vacant eyes
the dead stars who would have clung to life
on mornings without any time it drizzles
in long evenings that become soaked
drink drink drink
people fall asleep one by one
lights go out in their eyes
their streets are one way
no limit beyond this point
no point beyond that
obvious things are hidden too
none of us sees things the same
i wanted i wanted i wanted
what did i get
what did i say
king john was right
im sure
after all he wassa kingright?
that goes without slaying
a bayou tapestry
look i am everyman
i am
i am every every every man
the every brothers
i am a man i am
a man a man a man
i was there
i saw it all
i was a fly onna wall
i coiled in bosoms nursed
the worst
a mean and hungry crook
a leaning plunging sook
hooked on a drug called hook
drugged on a dream
minding a seam
seeming to mind
behind behind behind
the times
the crimes
the erstwhile rhymes
ju ju bang bang
kilbey sang
azzee gonn mad they grinned
cos he sinned n sinned n got singed n winged
wingless n wild he fell from the sky
and exploded on ‘itting the ground
till he dyed
and then
they all
simply cried
what a hide!

in the dark
i stumble n lunge for cockroaches
i stand in kitchen n eat chocolate n sip soy milk
in the wild windy night
when everything becomes still
as the night contracts giving birth to the stars
spirits are abroad soaring through these skies to you
wailing wondering wonderful spirits
spirits of the dead
spirits of the stones you walk upon
spirits of the wood you burn
spirits of the nights you seed
spirits of the open wound
spirits in the distant hub
travelling underground along songlines
yes they sing sing sing themselves to you
like trains on astral tracks rushing towards you
the night is not white
no the night is not white
the night remembers oh it remembers
so it sighs and it moves through the curtains
and it mentions your names and the names of its gods
who are the winds gods you ask in your lovely way
tell me their names that i may chanta chanta chant to them
tell me the blames i must recant to them
tell me of the shames i have to rant to them
tell me of the games
tell me how the night will always love us so
tell me how the night will never let me go
go into it now go
the whispery nighty night night with its branchy fingers
the oozing night with its vanilla-y thrill
the groping night with its hands down your pants
the enveloping cloak of velvety eve
evening star shine and it breathe
pulse they do yes they do
yes they do
and they do and they do
the mercury stars in their tinny olde style
the warrior stars in their arrows n spears
all frozen and distantly scattered
as if it mattered where they fell in the black deep
at the bottom of the sky where they sink
into depths we never saw
leaving trails of comets and civilizations
before this after this you name it
you name it
you you you
you fool youre a genius
you clever dummy youre the brightest spark
youre the one one one
nightworks blackout darkcrumble hoofbeats raindrop brambledown
hawkstrike ripcrashing unenlightened beast-among-you
warren burrows rabbit run run run
go nights creatures in the meadows hide for godssake
run for cover
down your shelter
night awaits you
silent night creeping sleeping keeping on
violent night howling round the mountaintop
night ache-multiplier-magnifier
night writes this line
nightline straight from 2 am
woke me up up up
to talk to darkness
who can seldom say whats going on
i wait in wakeness weightless fateless
the night neither cares nor cries for you or Is
trust me the night is so cruel and sleek
like an eagles beak as it streaks behind your head
its talons tearing tufts of sweet baby curls oh no oh no
thats the night for you dont say i didnae warn you
summer you out there call the night by different names
but its the same olde night n its the same olde shames
clock tick tick never tock that clock
footsteps sssh listen frozen in fear you are a childe again
a horrible face you think you see watching you and me
ah thats just the moon ah thats justa sky
ah thats justa asteroid deep inner my
ah thats just lord vishnu with conch and his mace
and his lotus n disc n his beautiful face
aah thats just sweet nature with a smile honour face
thats just the trouble and time with this race
all of the people all over the place
as they run and they fall and they drift inter space
as they crash crush n rumble n tumble with grace
who scatters these stars all over the place
and the nightwind caresses the place on my back
where the chakras align along magnetic track
that leads to my headveins which pump endless black
and the seat of my soul at the back of the shack
where the skull at its deepest and ‘lectricity cracks
as the thoughts come together with a thump n a whack
clicketty clicketty clicketty clack
yeah the night is behind you
yeah the old night is back

ah
thank you sun-herald
a good review in the home town
today n yessaday rehearse with triffs
well you aint heard my voice like this before
i aint heard my voice like this before
the triffids #1 fan in sydney gives stamp of approval
band seem quite happy
im gonna sing 5 songs now
including epic doors-like field of glass
band are very nice calm types
everyone very friendly
enjoyingmyself
mick h from bad seeds
chris a from the necks
ricki from all those things he does
mark dawson from b.e. susans n ed koopa
killer from the whatsanames
yeah
its a big gig
im singing my heart n larynx out
stormy in sydney tonight
the triffids are great to sing with
god its exciting to sing these songs
fucking classics everyone
its worth ruining my throat for
how did he sing like that every night?
hmmmmm…
ok
2 days off now
must learn words
must learn words
must learn words

spent avo with ricki my-aim:me, yessaday
running over triffids songs im doing
funny i never broke the songs down into parts before
i never realised what happened where in arrangement terms
i didnt know all the words as such
nor did i care to
when” lonely stretch” came on
i was transported to the place
i was in the song
the words and music flew past outside the dream
i was with mccomb as he realised he was lost in that bush
oh the australian bush
oh the west australian bush
lost
getting cold
gotta be running out of petrol
whats out there
a crisis of faith
memories collide in the trees
in the pines
d mc n g mc
now both gone
i hit a lonely stretch
now i gotta sing this song
a wild ride
this song is one his very best
one of the very best
maybe you have to take that lost ride
through the scrubby trees and the dead wood stones
its like davids life is always passing before his eyes
in all his songs
hes lost in the bush
but he was lost before he found the bush
no one else would have ever written this song
any way i have to learn to sing it
i heard it a hundred times
but i didnt know the words
or recognize all the things that happen in there
after doing triffids all avo
we drop ricki off
and go to state
nk has not seen the show
we share some pre show nibblies
i get called off to a meeting
the director has some things to run over
he promises me that my cue wont fail tonite
isnt that one of the great lies of rocknroll …..
it’ll be working tonight……!
i say to very little laughter.
the show was a success
i watched drones from behind mixing desk……excellent stuff
i do my thing
i cant review it
in a way the odd man and song out
i am the most extremely european
i am outside looking in
i present london
for the ladies and gentlemen
i am the interpreter of carmodys words
i re-present them with a spin
i add my assent to his sentiments
i offer another way in to this song
my movements
my looks
my accent
my whole schtick
euro man
i echo his sentiments and amplify them
i show the audience another aspect
of kevs propensity for reinterpretation
i did my thing
people said it was good
i ponced around a bit
waving my hands about
etc
you had to be there
it was theatrical
greg weaver doing excellent sound for the gig
told me that as i waved my arms upwards
when i sang
these illusions
that a fluttery series of chorused echos was released
into the air around me
i had joked with him before
that i’d give him a hundred bucks
if he made me sound better than everyone else
i suppose you want that hundred now ?i asked apprehensively
uh-huh he said
everyone had a good night
i finally “got” the herd
i chatted to tex perkyns
and almost missed the grande finale
afterwoods
i waited for nk to appear backstage
she turned up n was feeling shy
and
suddenly
a thousand people
wanted to meet mr kev carmody
and his pals
so i slipped off into the night with my wife
we sat in a lantern lit park
and drank a couple of cold beers
nk had enjoyed my act
i get her to describe it over n over
pressing for arcane details
she enthusiastically recounts my exploits
and said yes
the drones were the best thing since the last best thing
and that the show had made her cry over n over
ah yes
it was the feelgood teary eyed musical hit of the year
good on ya kev carmody n paul kelly et al
uh oh
phone rings
the triffids require my presence at conservatorium
now

dear fiends and children of the knight
last nite a moving moving show
kev carmody that wonderful man….
everyone in tears
i was first to see kev in his dressing room after standing ovation
we just hugged and i cried…yes i did
i am only beginning to understand…..
understand what it could mean to him
a vindication
an aboriginal ghandi
a non violent man of gentle means
a river of tears 200 years
sk now has more invites to go visit
and hang out with these guys
stories of shape shifters and file snakes
stories of aboriginal bands playing unguarded moment
oh these people without guile
friendly generous
they go on forgiving even as the odds stack up
everybody in show fantastic
i had a slight glitch to my start
when my cue was repeated twice
i just stood there in front of 2500 people
like a spare prick at a prostitutes wedding
but then when i get to sing
i nail it
images of fucking london
kev has seen the dark satanic mills up close
that capital of strife and upheaval
and i turn it around to suit my purposes
i take his black words
spit them out of my white mouth
these images of london…these illusions
yes
these people who lived here before us
they were something special
they had a depth we can barely even understand existed
they care nothing for materialism
kev’d give ya his last ten bucks n not even think about it
whatta cryin’ shame
and the english
ah
we totally fucking ruined it
everything
im confused
i dont know
its a huge topic
its beyond my sphere
but last night
we struck a blow
swallowed our differences
we rocked for reconciliation
we honoured kev
and we honoured what he stands for
and we, as musicians, in our own way
we did what we could
and
thats all you can do
isnt it?

weird day
i started off by arguing with aurora cos she didnt wanna come to beach
then on way to rehearse at music con
nk rang to say her grandmother had died
which was quite awful although we knew it was coming
marie was quite a lady
they dont make that model anymore
she’d take me on anyday
if she didnt agree she told ya so
she was devoted to the doodles being their great grandmother
irreplaceable person
great loss
sad day
at the con things were underway
im sorry to say the show will be excellent
sorry because i guess if i was gonna bitch n moan
it might be more interesting than my gushing praise
however
i must say that everyone involved was quite excellent
missy higgins was there
of course you may remember i wrote something uncomplimentary
about her once in the cafe days
her song came on the system and it pissed me off
how dare someone have their song on the radio
when im trying to write a blog??!
anyway i didnt character assassinate her or anything
just something churlish like “gurly” or something
so i felt guilty, try n avoid her all day
and then they run the show
highlights from this performance
dan kelly a lovely man
does a wonderful version of ive been moved
just very very nice.
the drones….wow!
right on my wavelength
a ripping intense powerful totally convincing performance
i instantly fell in love with these guys and gal
honestly, i reckon you lot might like this
i didnt know much about em
they tour europe n u.s.
they are the real deal
scintillating raw power
watch out for em!
clare bowditch
a big redheaded lady with finger pickin nylon string
she played and sang like an angel
kinda countryish…not my style but wow! shes good!
paul kelly himself the organizer
you guys know i like kelso
again, not what i do but
hes real good at his own thing
and hes himself
then of course
missy was very very very good
i feel like a real real real fool
why do i always do that?
anyway
steve kilbey
yeah he was ok
anyway
i ask guy in band for lift home
im standing there talking to drones
when someone taps me
its missy who i still aint spoken to
hi she says
im driving you home….
well thats how my life is
i wrote some petty nasty thing
now she turns out to be gracious, talented
and giving me a lift home
she knows theres something going on with me
but shes very quiet
i know she sang milky way so she knows who i “am”
we also give paul kelly a lift to coogee beach
we talk about grant and sad songs and dave mccomb
when paul jumps out of the car
i am compelled to admit to missy
that i had written some nasty things about her
she accepts this quite matter of factly
but its weird
but although i am prejudiced envious and stupid
i have also learned to admit my mistakes
i am not obstinate
when i see something good
i dont go on saying its bad and vice versa
i apologise
i tell her she has the x-factor
(in spades)
ok she says
well i got it off my chest
seems she sometimes lives near me here in n bondi
alright
im gonna learn my lesson
how long before fate
has me round nicole n keiths for dinner
and me having to own up to my misdeeds
and they may not be as nice as missy about it neither
no more slagging anyone else off ever
muse : yeah, sure……i bet
no, i’m determined
you never know
when ya gotta eat crow
now
i gotta go
tomorrow
more kev
to follow
state theatre a go go!!

i knew itd turn up sooner or fucking later
that stupid video for un mo on you tube
watch it and weep my fiendss
it was 1980
i came up with un mo
the littlebigshot who “discovered” us
decided we shood do a video
oh great i think
i got some ideas
oh no
oh horror of horrors
the idiot hires an advertising idiot
called french
a right little prick
a supercilious little ponce
a chubby poofy makeup wearing wally
who used to get in “scuffles” in niteclubs
maybe he was great for hairspray commercials
but this turkey ruined mah fucking song bigtime
what a silly little bastard
he said we would be like colours wandering round in a blurry void
i would be number one in grey
i’d meet up with pk dressed in lincoln green
then mwp dressed in pale blue baggy clothes(huh!!!)
then nick nigel murray ward dressed in black
yeah frenchie said
it was the story of a band getting together
picking people up one by one
did he fucking listen to anything i said?
after all it was my song
my first video
etc
nope
this cecil b d imbecile
marched us round kings cross in middle of day
in brutal aussie summer
we all savagely sunburnt within one hour
a man with a very hairy back pushed us around
literally shoving us into the scenes we were reluctant to be in
the whole crew treated us with scorn n derision
including an idiot who said “travelling”
when asked to do something….
then we went into studio next day
i screamed n cursed when they stuck make up on my sunburnt face
in fact i gotta doctors certificate
to say i couldnt play gig next night on account my red burnt face
then frenchie
proceeded to shoot his masterpiece
including abba like shots
and dry ice
and queen like harmony singing etc
the video is a fucking travesty
watch it to see what i was up against
he managed to make us look ugly
when we were in fact very glamourous at that time
when i saw this video
i went bananas
i wanted to kill the ignorant snobby self satisfied little prick
you shouldnt judge a book by its cover
but in this case
what ya saw was what ya got
a huge empty talentless fraud
i threatened everyone involved
i would walk away from the band n record co etc
if this abortion ever got aired
i was absolutely livid
it contained every 80s cliche n then some
he was nipping my career in its bud
if people ever saw this tripe….
i honestly threw my stupid weight around enough
screaming n pleading for em to destroy it
emi: but we spent blah blah thousand on it…
me: (screaming) never never never let this be seen
DO YOU UNDERSTAND????
in the end everyone agreed
after all rubbish is rubbish
and this was plainly rubbish of a very low calibre
so i succeeded in having it squashed n quashed
and that woulda been the end of it
cos shortly after we kicked murray-ward out
got ploogy in
and did a great vid for un mo
but it was too late
our first big hit had no vid
cos by the time the new one was ready
un mo was droppin’ outta ye olde charties
but
but
one stupid thick plank at emi
(no shortage of these)
thought hed do us a favour
and leaked it onto a few shows
that he thought the killer’d never find out about
periodically thru the eighties
youd hear the explosions in rozelle
when i found out that it was out there
i tried to round em all up
i even went into emi
forced open a cupboard in fronta a horrified secretary
and jumped up n down on some i found there(she had denied it!)
and deleriously ripped up a buncha stills from the shoot
but it survived
finally in about 1988
the first vid jukeboxes were appearing
one had un mo on it
we paid our money and…
OH FUCKING NO NO NO
I DONT BELIEVE IT!
ITS THE FORBIDDEN VERSION…….!
i chucked my last and greatest william over it…
then
fuck it!
i’d done what i could
to purge the world of frenchs monstrosity
now i see the things on you tube
go ahead
watch it!
truly grokk what a bloke like me
was up against:
clueless useless ad execs ruining my songs
knuckleheads in record cos
lying secretaries
nick nigel murray ward
men with hairy fucking backs pushing me round
and
THE EIGHTIES
a decade of pure swill!

i produced a record for kev carmody
about a long time ago in the naughty nineties
images and illusions
yep
thats me n polinski n a whole load of others
we did it
kev is an aboriginal (i hate that word) singer songwriter
he got me in cos he read an i/view
with me
in my usual fashion
slinging off against the music biz
and he could detect a kindred outlaw spirit
anyway
its a lovely record
you should try to hear it
some very very cool stuff on here
kev n i got on well
he was every nice thing you can imagine about a bloke
and then some
unfortunately i was on the gear
which meant i didnt do as well
as when i wasnt on the gear
the gear preoccupied me
and i seemed to squeeze the rest of my life around it
including even work
and stuff
i couldnt work sick
but when i was stoned i was detached, not fully there
anyway i got invited to sing on a kev tribute record
i did images of london
i did it my way
i like it
people liked it
kev was surprised by it but loved it (apparently)
today
im sitting home
nk to take doodles to afternoon movie
but i stay home with woofle
whos much to naughty to take to movies
so i read paper
oh kev carmody starts thursday nite…
THURSDAY NITE…….!
uh oh i better check my emails
oh im rehearsing at….200 today…!
oh not so popular with girls now
oh no that had been looking forward to see film
but im not rehearsing tomorrow i say
we wanted to go today! they all say
damn!
must get it together
rush off
to
sydney conserve a tori um of muusic
where i get there with 2 mins to spare
huge huge huge place
hey i didnt need all this bullshit to learn the bass
n singin’ n writin’ n producin’….
muse: this place is for real musicians, you goose
oh
yes
youre right
i wander around this complex
lost
a musician lost in a music mega joint
finally some toffy violinst shows me to the kev rehearsal
a nice theatre thingy
they got a loada sharp young hired guns
and theyre rehearsing
my version of images of london
i know a few olde roadies there
i wish i could do you guys again, killer one says sadly
so do i i say knowing we couldnae afford him any longa
he does these big shows now
but he still has soft spot for los churchos
its not anything else except i just love your music he says
nice to know hes mixing me on thurs n fri i thinks to meself
anyway
i sing this song with the band
theyre total pros
the re-produce it perfectly
the md is the keyboards player has the whole thing down pat
he cues the other players like a conductor and runs the show
the players are excellent
versatile
non argumentative
they play exactly the right thing
the sound in theatre is perfect
its being filmed for a doco
we run thru it 3 times
each time more perfect than before
i tell the musicians to loosen up if they like
and they improve on the song even more
we finish up
im extremely happy
i talk to the director of kevs show
it will incorporate a lot more than just guys singin’
i saw some stuff today…bigger than ben hur
have ya gotcha tickets?
will anyone in the crowd be rooting for me?
anyhow then did intaview
about kev n our record
i dont know much about him really
i only ever did this one thing
i dont know if he knew i was on the gear
or if he thought i was just another strange producer
i never really connected with him
but
i never really connected with anyone when i was on dope
still a good record despite that
i learnt a bit about prejudice and tolerance
hanging around with kev
he invited me to go walking with him n his mates
in nth qld
me? i asked
yeah! said kev
your mates wont fucking like a bloke like me i say
yeah they will he said
of course i couldnt go walkabout in the desert
when i had a 300 buck a day habit…
from his perspective i saw what i hadnt thought about before
the gross gross gross injustices
kev was beaten not long before we started on our record
3 fucking idiots broke into his house a beat him
his head is bleeding from these wounds
in what became the albums cover
all the stuff that happened to him
taken away from his mother during fifties
to go to missionary schools to re-educate him into
the white mans hell
his mum would try n hide him n his brother
but the bastards’d find em n drag em off
they only could live with parents in brief holidays
the govt thought they were doing em a favour
stamping out their culture…
this is one of the stolen generations
despite this
and a million other knocks
kev was a lovely gentle geezer, a real gentleman
im looking forward to it on thurs n fri
state theatre sydney baybee
cannot buy my soul
right on!

good good morning
im sitting here with
eve kilbey
and aurora kilbey
and scarlet kilbey
its sunday morning
good morning doodles
a + e: good morning dad
how are you doodles today?
e: good
a: cmon….can we have an interview
so…..how are school holidays?
a: great…gettaway from school…
e: theyre terrific!
how are you guys liking the northern lights book?
a : its really good …its got my name in it
e: pretty good
scarlet talking about her bears which she calls beers
scarlet calls ice blocks bock-ocks
scarlet calls ice creams deems
scarlet calls planes bains
scarlet did her first wee wee in the potty yesterday
(hosanna hosanna, hallelujah !)
the weather here is….
a: what i would call cloudy
e: it could rain….
sorry doodles
i gotta go to work again today…..
a: what?
do you hafta go to work
you went to work yesterday
e: can you have a time off from work?
what did you doodles hope to do today?
e: go for a swim
a: i dunno…have some fun…
if i was from another planet…could you doodles
tell me what fun is…?
a: well fun is a goodtime n being up to mischief…sorta
e: lemme think….no no…i need to hold my tongue….
hmmmm woofle doesnt say much….
scarlet: dad car beer doodle be baa bow deem bear beer
doodles…would you rather be boys???
a: no…thats my final word
(scarlet demands a bock-ock)
bock-ocks for breakfast….nanna joyce wouldnt like that..
we didnae have bock-ocks for breakfast …
scarlet: ooh ohh i gotta bock-ock…!
scarlet offers bock-ock to daddy
hey doodles…wheres mummy-o?
a: easy …shes sleepin’
doodles..who you like best…me or mummy-o?
a: would you not ask me that question…its hard to choose
e: both
(what a cop-out!)
doodles, what instrument would ya like to play?
a: drums…no no..i mean…i dunno..maybe …shakes head
e: drums
ok
what job would ya hate to have?
a: working in an office definitely all the way
e: in a little office…theres more…for ten hours
come home at ten at night…..uh huh
doodles, would ya like to rock n roll?
a: what does that mean?
e: uh….not really…actually kind of
a: what does that mean?
doodles, dont ya know what rocknroll is?
a: uh i guess its a noisy band but sorta a little famous..or a lot
e: um big loud band that blows yer ears out
scarlet sucks on her bock-ock thoughtfully
i cant believe i let em have bock-ocks for breakfast
hmmmm…anything else youd like to say
a: uhhhh…i dunno..
like to play a game of cluedo?
(i shake my head)
e: i could play a game of cluedo….
eve is a beautiful child like a young sophia loren
chestnut wavy hair with hints of blonde and auburn
my daughters are my wealth i guess
doodles, have you seen yer big sisters lately?
e: no…
not interested in em?
e: theyre not really interested in us….
the doodles n woofle become bored n wander off
its a cool grey sunday morning
ive not had much sleep
but it seems i dont need much sleep or food these days
a; i aint had much sleep either…im gonna make my own blog, dad
she starts drawing on some cardboard…
eve reads a book to scarlet
a: who invented the computer…?
they shoulda put it in alphabetical order…
meanwhile
its very very quiet out there
sensible people sleep in…eg nk still asleep
but little kids n olde rockers are awake
been writing in studio with band
oh my ears are ringing…
i feel hungry and nauseous
i feel tired but not sleepy
in just another 4 hours i’ll be rocking again
scarlet runs round trying to get people to read her a book
aurora brown eyes
eve hazel eyes
scarlet pale blue eyes
daddy grey eyes
mummy closed eyes
birds call out there
sydneys eastern subs slumber on
people wakin’ up next to strangers… (shudder)
they think uh oh what have i done…?
i like this part of being a fambley manne
sunday morning….no regrets…easy
constantly surrounded by attractive young females
lucky daddy boy
lucky olde rocker
lucky doodles n woofle w/ bock-ocks
lucky duckling nk sleepy sleepy
lucky twillies never get up before noon
lucky us in a time of peace
lucky whales…nice japs doin’ research..what kind little men…!
lucky planet…all warmed up n getting warmer
lucky universe…having humans to explain everything
lucky readers…fresh time being daily
lucky listeners..painkiller n k/k n new churchy
lucky triffids …me singin’ with em sydney festival
lucky killer singing with kev carmody at state theatre
lucky people havin’ me at their private party jan 26
lucky everybody
hip hip hooray!
wow!
scarlet says moon daddy blues clues daddy puppy moon moon
daddy says
yawn….jesus…yawn…oh….uh….blah blah blah
ocean says sure
birds say tweet tweet
dogs sleeping are let lie
nk appears
scarlet : hi mum…daddy biggle bock -ock mum mum biggle
ah domestic violence….errr i mean ..bliss!