The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

cloudy cloudy morning, fiendss
up early meditating
today is scarlets 1st birthday
aurora is up nice n early
asking if scarlet can open her one present….now!?
yesterday morning a madman drove into the driveway
he screamed abuse at me
he was livid and high or jonesing from some evil drug
dont fucking look at me he screaming
im gonna kill you he screaming
nk comes out whats going on
uh honey theres a crack crazed lunatic in the driveway
screaming out blue murder….
lets just go in the house, ok?
the madman and his moll
scream down the drive into the back of the house
the lunatic jumps out
totters around awkwardly
like a man just learning to walk
then he pees all over the garbage bins
hes screaming at the woman all the time
she jumps out horror of horrors
dressed only in a grimy white towel
squats down n has a piss as well
i ring up the cops
get the cars number says copper
nk runs out n notes down numberplate
lunatic furious by now to point of comedic saturation
john cleese could have learned a thing or 2..
loony screams hes gonna come back n kill my missus now
sheesh! for takin’ down his numberplate…?
what does he do to the people he really hates?
then he throttles his car down the narrow street
in a blaze of foul blue smoke n buggered mufflersound
the whole episode took maybe 5 minutes
from woe to go
fucking ruined my entire day!
all day everytime i saw a maroon sedan
i got all jumpy
i cant get the sight of this characters ugly screaming head
out of my sensitive mind
anyway
im trying to reorient my bloggs back to early morning again
which is why this came so hot on heels of last
be nice to have a sauna today anyway….its that kinda weather,heather
scarlet wasnt very interested in opening her gift
everybody else liked her new dresses
but scarlet aint particularly fussed
one way or the other
shes rolling around and clapping her hands
i think she looks a little like a young liz taylor
(i mean, very young!)
she looks very english thats for sure
shes pretty nice too
for a baby that is
and now baby, its high time
we were gone
anyway
to the man in the maroon sedan
n the girl in the towel
n all the other crazy n loaded idiots
to the boys in the kremlin n pentagon
to the guys who cut down the forests
and the oilslick captains
seal-clubbers
dolphin-killers
stoned tank drivers listnin to megadeth
bent cops
crooked politicians
wife beaters
etc etc
thanks guys
you really made my day!
love
yeb-lick!

its over
the tour
the guitars go back in their cases
the roadies get other gigs
the audiences melt back into everyman
somwhere the music resonates inaudibly on forever
receding into silence
the hotel rooms are cleaned
the flights safely land
the rental cars are garaged
thank you if you came
thank you also to the following from whom i
have received cds etc
chris k, ambnt king (19 cds!!!)
roger k, from norge
andy l, from worcester for optical disks
w. w. xin from sanfran for ichor transfusion
mr john c from austin…thank you, kind sir
good lord
im sitting here with so much stuff
stuff to read n listen to n look at
god, where will i find the time
well i know yer waiting for a word on the shows
at the enmore we snatched defeat from the jaws of victory
in melbourne we were nearly as good as brizzy
thats it really
thats all i know
the future?
already in the works
stuff here n there
im playing again friday in mal-born
with gb3
guest singing
check it out in yer gig guide
then vegan day solo appearance
then various doings
stick around fiendss
who knows….?
maybe something interesting will happen….
or what?
e + a = 7
svk=1 (17/10)
sk=*
sk not=$
where is sk @?
stay tuned
or be damned!
kilbey

“god aint jive
i can feel his love…”
ian hunter wrote that
is it that simple?
you say that word god
you gotta thousand people screaming this n that
get it straight cats
god aint religion
just like i aint my reviews
or interviews
i have arrived with god
common sense has prevailed
i have never observed things to just be
especially beautiful poignant things
spread over skies or years
or tiny inticate almost invisible things
all perfect tiny machines
there is a perceptible continuity of thought in motion
i have felt god fill me up
god inspires me
i dont even care if it IS all make believe
cos its working for me pretty well
and certain things only between god n myself
that just dont go into words
but i’m happy to discuss it
im open to be dissuaded from my naivete
by your convincing arguments
and i’d rather this than
most other things
i made a tiny contact
and it was wonderful
all the things i pursue have led me there
by the side of flowing rivers
in the dry desert
onstage n inprivate
behind closed doors
standing in a crowd
pages n pages
book by book
fad over fad
song into song
oh yes mister i agree with you on one thing tho
god is not easy to find, nor at your beck n call
just like learning a language
or an instrument
you need some subtle attunements
theres a lotta background noise drowning out the earth
why should god battle that racket
just to point out to you the bleedin’ obvious?
god also doesnt need an olde washed up hippyrocker
proseltyzing on his behalf , i guess
and my right hands lockin’ up
from too much typing
tonite
tonite
the enmore here in sydney
2morrow the national mal-borne
2 more nights to rock
before age wearies me
and yonder axe is laid down
for the final curtain call
and the last line is sung
and the last guy
to walk out
of the last show
is on the last bus home
and as he climbs into bed
at the last minute
his wife wakes n says
“why, gary, youre all a’tremble, m’dear”
and he says
“debbie, its the end of an era”
and the last star
of the evening
discreetly
fades

can you believe all of this?
system within system within system
nervous system
endocrine system
arterial system
veinous system
electrical system
water system
flesh system
skin system
air system
we are all of these
we are semi-angel
with free will
earthbound
revolving around a sun
itself revolving and taking its system with it
and all held aloft
all held apart
invisible forces regulating everything
because a tiny tilt
or minute raise of temp
will fuck this delicate machine right up
now people will go to any extent
to deny god
they will blame religion
they will blame the inquisition
they will blame the crusades n the jihads
they will blame the witch trials n northern ireland
they will blame invisibility itself
“why cant we see him, then?”
they will sit in a botanical garden
asking why god never sends a sign
when all around
his loveletters bloom n sway in yon wind
when i read a poem
inevitably i think of the poet
when i hear a song
inevitably i think of the singer
when i see a creature
naturally i think of the creator
its spring in this hemisphere
creation is explosive
stuff just breaks through
all the sidewalks n pavements
tiny weeds breakthru
(what is a weed?
merely a flower whos virtue has not yet been discovered)
flying ants appear
males who will fly n mate with the queen
(fly united, boys!)
busy little birds pecking n gossiping everywhere
the triumphant sounds of popul vuh emanate from my kitchen
god
why not reveal yourself this very day?
well
aint that like having an ant-farm or fishtank
and stickin’ yer fucking fingers in there all the time
this thing runs on automatic
vishnu dreams universes like ours up every tiny second
they drift out and on
doing what they will
this is all vishnus dream
out of nothing this was all created
back to nothing it will all return
all the great scientists eventually
if not immediately
realise all their knowledge
has been dwarfed by the unknowable
and from a point of extreme humility
pay homage to a creator
because there are some strange things about humanity
we crave the obvious
we get/let the absolutely worst people run the show
we fall for war over n over n over
we think we are disconnected
we try to be happy in midst of others miseries
we dont think its gonna come back on us
we fail to constantly appreciate n rejoice
count your blessings!
go on
take a minute or 3
i’ll wait here listening to my popul vuh
while you have time to think of some ways
in which you are blessed
having a hard time there, baybee?
gotta roof over yer head?
food on the table tonight?
water to drink?
it was not always so
how many people will today die of thirst?
oh yeah
but we want popularity
we want slim-ness n beauty n youth
n holidays in st tropez
n beemer suv hummers with ipod jack n dvd
n new lap top w/ witchburner
n a house with rococco curtains
n statues of the seven dwarves
we want giant food choppers as advertised on tv
we want a credit card with outer limits
we want our parrots on higher perches
we want to lay-bye tomorrow
we want to fly to the bloody moon
who cares about food n water n shelter?
where is god?
why doesnt he immediately appear when i ask this question?
here i am nevets
oh here i am in nth bondi
you see that indefinably blue sky
and them beautiful trees
and you see all the creatures
and you smell the marine air
and you see yer children still sleeping…
yes i see all that…
but , well, its just that….somehow..
i always want just a tiny bit more than i get
god i want more proof of you than those things
god the stars n the sun n the sky n the ocean
and all the mysterious things they contain
are not enough proof for me
you see i had a western education
i went to lyneham high school
we learnt loadsa useful things there
and now i think im pretty smart
cos they told me that i evolved from a proconsul
and we did some things with a dead frog n a battery
n we checked out photosynthesis
and they measured my i q
and they said youre a genius
why dont you do better in school?
and all us kids there felt pretty smug
that god was just some old vestige
like mans vestigal tail
left over from when we stopped being chimps
and we learnt to smoke cigarettes n drink beer
and god seemed like some primitive superstition
and jesus, most of that old testament bullshit is exactly that
and somehow we precluded the concept
that our god was a cool artist
a dreamer, a hedonist, a renaissance man
even if you cant dig the enormity of it all
(dude, space is fucking infinite!!)
even if you cant dig the intricacy of the mechanism
the systems within systems within systems
all ticking along quite nicely thank you
surely you can dig it
as an act of creation
as art
look at those flowers
they are art
look at the sky
its art
listen to the waves
listen to creatures
listen to a forest
its all music
block your ears and hear music within
the music of the spheres
put your ear to a seashell
thats my ocean crashing in there
see the periwinkles n anemones in rockpools
underwater pointillism
god never created the fuming urban hell
the dark satanic mills n boon
the jails n gaols
the stock exchange n its crashes
the endless but soon to be stilled traffic
the red tape n paperwork
god gave you freedom to act
god gave you potential to be almost anything
god gave you as many chances as you need to sort it out
god gave rock n roll to ya
put it in the heart of everyone
ha!
i love you
sk

the water in the inlet was cold
peering down thru cloudy depths
fish-birds
flying/swimming
oceanographer in space
in my minds eye and i
against the rip i struggle
i need new language
i have exhausted all these words
i have excavated my imagination
to the point of collapse
i go up n down with the tides
the moon pulls my head in to alignment
bang bang bang
the numbers come up
red earth meets white heaven
water, prana, chi, fluid, liquid,ether,space
i pass thru all these
in the atmosphere of planets
in the gaps between synapses
everywhere i heard music
the great orbs call to each other
the stars n suns sing
fiery music burns up
the coldness n warmth duet together
life n death doing an old sonny n cher number
the opposites must be reconciled
whatever that means
i accept that opposites must be reconciled
just like
you always become what you hate
did you really think humanity was the be-all n the end-all
of all-there-is?
i see bush n his pals as dirty little boys
poking round in a filthy puddle
on the outskirts of an enchanted forest
whatta waste
sucha shayme
money
the universal language
maybe in this universe, mister
but maybe not all
many things money still can not buy
many things fire still can not burn
somethings require dedication
perseverence
i hated that word once
because i knew it was the truth
but my laziness called out for the easy way
path of least assistance
i did not think that i should have to persevere
i discovered all temporary oblivion
was accompanied by an awful nameless anxiety
oblivion anxiety
anxiety oblivion
relativity
but
how do you experience oblivion?
cos…
yer oblivious!
and if yer anxious that ya gonna get anxious
well, whats all that about?
what
self perpetuating anxiety?
shorter n shorter oblivions
weaker oblivions
oblivions tinged with angst
oblivions with anxiety breaking on thru
cheaper oblivions
more obvious oblivions
oblivions in the key of e minor
but oblivion can only be defined by nonoblivion
that bookends it
endless oblivion holds no attraction for me
i want temporary
not too long
not too short
the sooner the better
earlier rather than later
dead men…..do they know theyre dead?

yesterday we saw for 1st time
scarlets walk
imagine if all of toris songs come true?
love
sk

time being redoubled
growing, glowing thru me
glass eyes
sunburnt hands
the secret identifying marks
increased pleasure
improved design
unravelling mystery
internal dialogue
time being captures heart chakra
time being storms the seat of the soul
simple algebraic function
complex ulterior motive
what do words mean?
what is the truth?
what is untruth?
on what level are you reading me?
evening becomes elektra
morning becomes miranda
aurora is day
eve is night
scarlet is the colour of my mind
daughters of the revolution
children in time being grown
is that why the time (being) has come at last ?
mother natures silver seed to a new home but no son
wise women
women who will heal
witches
enchantresses
sorceress
midwives
mimi too
ones who may weild power
time being favours neither man nor woman
both strong
both weak
both has weakness in the other
woman, are you more attuned?
woman, can you stand more pain than man?
woman, can you carry on alone?
let women be women
let the men be men
let them conceive wondrous children
let the children be children
let the beasts go free
their misery is our misery
you may be too fucked up to realise that
but you can bet your life on it
man love thy woman
woman love thy man
human love the beasts
angel love the humans
god love everything
god is everything
everything therefore may be god
dont ever ever ever eat meat
you have no idea
the more you eat
the less you feel deleterious effects
you are what you eat
you are what you think
eat wholesome food fit for a human
think marvellous thoughts fit for a poet
dream exquisite dreams in colour
extend
become
step into your shoes
be a real man
be a real woman
be a real childe
i know its hard for you
especially some
i stumbled for 10 years in narcotic chains
of my own making
and of my own undoing
it was a crucible i tell you
i had to pull off that olde flesh
a time being was inside
his time in the cocoon was over
he needed to brake free
the half-life was over
the time being says this
avoid these things
microwave
mobile phones
bullets
cities
tobacco
shouting
anger
jealousy
gluttony
laziness
politicians
fluorescent lights
television
aeroplanes
unclean food
regrets
bad energy
ugly scenes

all of these things can aggravate your condition
some are sometimes unavoidable
this is my experience
this is my persuasion
5 daughters to carry on the unfinished work
beautiful if not always dutiful daughters
oh all the things they could do!
all the paintings or music
or maybe theyll be doctors
or writers
or something that gives back something good
something to even up the scales maybe
female energy w/ time being attributes
someone to remember the spells
someone to remember the dead
someone to explore unexplored space
and come back and try to tell the story
someone whos not afraid to say
war is abomination
eating flesh is anathema
money isnt everything
power isnt everything
popularity isnt everything
maybe bite the chubby beringed hand that feeds em
and sink their fangs deep into the flesh
and spit out a better world
or just even a tiny part
is this my purpose?
is this my accident?
stay tuned
or come to the enmore
or the national
i will convince you
in music

nevets yeblik

yes
ok
we were pretty good
my oh my
thank you brisbane
that was more like it
you made my day
the audience completed the loop
enhancing and redirecting back at us
our own attempt
at measuring the feeling
o tivoli what an ideal place for the chrunch to play
such a lovely mild brisbane night
beforehand
backstage i paced a la le panther mangey
my fingers curl n uncurl
people talk to me
and somewhere miles out there
some drone in autopilot
answers along the party lines
my eyes are not fixed
they wander
my mind is swimming
as i spot check my memory
see if i can remember the second verse to this song
see if i can remember the double e minors in that song
but that too at a superficial level
under are more mes
one me is excited to fever pitch
another me is calm n collected
another me imagines the doodles in bed
and the twillies in sweden..what time is it there now?
i meet some people
one guy
he had fraternal twin daughters born same day n year
as les doodles
one dark, one blonde
just like them too
so jus’ remember folks
you think that yer unique
and yes yes
you are
but there are other people out there
with the same goodnbad things happnin’ to them
azacktly the same as you
anyway eventually we go on
right in the middle of a george harrison song
cos i was jus’ too impayshent to wait my fiendss
like waiting for the dentist
like waiting for some thing delicious
going on that stage
thats a whole trip in itself
have you got the balls?
i stride on pick up the bass
whoops
im playing ye olde telecaster guitar in firstsong
start plucking the chord
pete starts the piano
(actually on the record its the reverse
i do piano, he does guitar)
timbo comes in
the drums are like the sound of an armys bootheels
hitting the resounding ground
mwps crow wah-wah starts up
its all sounding good in my in-ears
its gonna be a magical night
after that point
i dont remember
some geezer called something out nice
another geezer called out something nasty
people vainly screamed out for songs
they hoped for
but somehow must have known we would not play
the band played very very well
thats all really
thats my review
its hard to review it and do it too
im in my own world up there
just like getting out of your tree
strapping on some 2 thousand dollar headphones
putting some very loud spacerock on
and jamming along on yer air guitah
except that you actually are doing a bit of the music yerself
its easy
its hard
its great
its disappointing
its exciting
its boring
its a whirlpool of emotions
whirling out into unremembered places
something has changed tho
something is streamlined
something keeps us in the sky
flying for another day
afterwards
back to my room
the open windows stream in the blue air
the curtains move gently in the breeze
i then had to get up early today at 6 am
drive to heiroport
fly home w/ all argy-bargy associated with that
but now im here
had a picnic in glebe
weathers turning sultry
i bet the trees love to sway around in the wind
looks like thyre dancing
but who has seen the wind?
the palms out the back grope blindly
in the torrents of air
the sky now grey getting greyer all the time being
on aeroplane home listened to low spark of high heeled boys
r.i.p. jim capaldi
drummer n co-songwriter
tell me if ya think this is a brilliant couplet..
the percentage yer paying is too hi priced
and yer living beyond all yer means
and the man in the suit has bought a new car
on the profit hes made on yer dreams
and today ya just swear that that man was shot dead
by a gun that didnt make any noise
but it wasnt a bullet that laid him to rest
was the low spark of hi heeled boys
and the whole thing just grooves along o so nicely
it came out in a weird lp cover too
with the corners cut off
n a 3D effect thing
the next album had a cover like that too
but i dont think its quite as good
steve winwood a beautiful soulfull o voice
piano just drips out n glides
distorted organ
a guy from africa rebop kwaku something
(r.i.p. him too)
playing some extra in the groove percussive stuff
this is my ideas ground when i think about percussion actually
a cat called chris wood on winds (r.i.p. on drugs)
rick grech a fluid n mellifluous bass player
therese 4 bona fido true classics on this disc my fiendss
its essential in my universe
tho its influences may be hard to detect
or maybe never really had the wherewithal
to play this kinda jazzy thing
anyhow
traffic
what a group!
now my body is sick of typing at this blogge!
a nasty electric feeling nerve is shooting up my leg
the glasses perched on my almost perfect nose
they make my olde eyesache
my fingers which can pull bass strings for 2+hours
wither as i tickle the lapptop for too long
my head weighs a hundred weight on my swanlike neck
my shoulders droop with gravity not gravitas
being onstage is like shooting a cocktail of the best stuff there is
but ya gotta gotta xcept the comedown
(cue in music)
when its good
you really are higher than the sun
and that aint the fleur de lis talkin, mister
its a privelege to explore these realms n thoughts
for you/with you
i didnt fucking write my songs for no reason
its all starting to come back to me
its all beginning to fade away
we’ll probably never get to the bottom of all this
just diggin’ n delvin’
in side yer sweet head, childe
where the darkness holds sway
and the light that could blind you
burns in your sacred heart
these are the voyages of the nevets yeblik
legendary time being
mapper of unmapped space
deceiver n disillusionist
charlatan n clown
renaissance bloke
dealer in nothings
a ship flown by shadows
shibboleth
ingolstadt
the spear of destiny
the hammer and nails of the gods
the consolation of the deadheads
war n roll lovelock
warlock of rock
with a hole in each sock
there is no stopping me
until i meet the end
im invulnerable now
except for all these gaps everywhere
im immortal until i die
im forgotten until im remembered
my tomb is desecrated
and my skull is used
as a drinking vessel
by a new barbarian emperor
its ok
this is all years in the future
right now tho
its just some tomato soup
and something relaxing
goodnight n goodluck
sk

oh i dont know
im backstage at the tivoli
they got wi-fi here
im blogging
gee i cant remember too much about eumundi
i kept my head down n i did my gig
it was good someone said…
we stayed ay a lovely bed n breakfast joint
with a huge sloping garden filled with plants n flowers n birds
spring sunshine n blue skies
i did yog n chi on ye olde verandah
the gig was down a grassy hill from the accom
an arcadian bushland setting for a full moon stroll to gig
pan appears from behind a tree with a dryad
his pipes begin their lull
the dryad curtseys n dances around her tree
her arms raised up in exstacy
wow i havent even hadda drink yet
the gig is smallish n solde out
my in-ear monitoring disorients me
encaging me within my own stereophonic world
i pluck the bass i sing the song
i lock into a groove
and the music does the talking
i dont always know what its talking about
but thats ok, i guess
the stage is about 5 inches high
theres no drum riser either
and its a bit cramped for me to run around
rocking n rolling like a lunatick
as i normally do……
we do some encores
i spose they musta liked it
the next day
which was this morning
i wake up
and at the bottom of the hill is a huge market
i mean huge
this baby was huge
bigger than all the markets in sydnee put togetha!
im baffled by choice
so i dont buy nuffink
tho i coulda got loadsa different stuff
didjeridoos, furniture, tiedyed baby outfits
handmaid chockies, pickles, tea, hats, shoes, paintings
windchimes,toys, capes, smartarse tshirts,
creams which fix arthritis n footnmouth disease
oh and lots n lots more
then me n pablo vee the chrunchs trusty cameraman
have brekky in this caf
i have avocado salad with macadamia nut dressing n lemon juice
some bread with hummous baked in somehow
what a nice way to start ye olde day now already fled
so i drive to brizzy with jordene bareback the chrunchs mixah
trevore j, the chrunchs lighting man, n pv
check into yonder hotel
same one year after year
same people working behind the desk
same bar of chocky in the fridge
i ‘ave a showr
i do chi gong n yog
im cooled out n calm as a cucumber
i call a cab
another cab rolls in
the cab i call has a sikh guy
hes never heard of the tivoli
he makes a feeble effort to look it up on his map
why dont you take that taxi he says angrily
i jump out
go over to other taxi
can ya take me to the tiv-o-lee?
yep
didnt that arab know where it was? he says
he wasnt an arab, he was a sikh i say
same fucking difference mate he says
we get to tivoli
lovely olde theatre in middle of brizzy
n olde brizzy aint a badde town fiendss….
not too badde at all in fact
come on a long way
since an idiot was in charge here
everyone knew he was an idiot
but he seemed to have rigged things
he was a born again religious ratbag too
gee sounds kinda like some other little tyrant
and now we all laugh about this idiot
like we will about that other still extant idiot one day
we do a long n tedious soundcheck
the bass droops round my neck weighing a hundred tons
my voice croaks out n falls flat n sharp to the flaw
my cut up finger is sore n opened up
the band all muck around with their gadgets n stuff
its loud n cold n lonely up on that stage
we rehearse some songs
gonna change it a little tonight
so that leaves me here with you
waiting for my thai tofu stir fry to materialise
bare footed, its pleasantly balmy outside
people keep interrupting me
as i attempt to write this blogge
D-railing my trains of thought
never never mind
thats it
in one n half hours i hit the boards
a rocknroll warlock
unleashed n set free
calling up the racket
my heavy staff
gently throbbing under my fingers

“and in the planes above us
the slightest prick is felt
when we break down
when we just melt….”

6.30 friday morning
flying to queensland v.soon
must pick mwp up at 8.15 in paddington
listening to ashra
kraut rock
wow true to my stereotype!
have already smoked pre-flyte nerve calmer
will have more layter, i guess
maybe half a val. if flyte is bumpy
or if i get the wrong seat
wedged between 2 huge ladies
clostrafobia coming down fast
its a little stormy lookin’ today…
(gulp)
you see the chrunches adventure in the plane with the explodin’ engine
used up my last bit of blase-ness about flyin’
it fuckin’ scares me now
i cant relax
i dont relax
i have to do it all the time
fly here n there
for long 15 hour flights
or a 9 then a 12 then a 2 hours to get to sweden
i have 2 states on planes
anxious or sedated
please no advice unless you put the airmiles in that i have
anyway
at the end of flyte is tropical queensland
eumundi , a grroovy little town on the sunshine coast
we talkin’ floridian weather n palm trees, fiendss
balmy nights, jellyfish dawns, hot blissful days
lotsa timber houses in bushland settings w/skylights
surfie boys n girls running along in wetsuits w/ boards
holidaymakers
mumsndads w/ kids
models w/fake tits etc
lotsa healthy cafes
anyway we gonna play tonite there
bring that house down
tropical rock w/sultry bits
maybe we got some holiday accom
with a fancy swimming pool n gold faucets
all day menu n wi-fi
fluffy robes you can wear n even buy!?
a chocolate on the pillow when the made terns the sheet back
you dont get that one too often tho

the australian audiences……
oh my my
it aint like playing in the states
it just aint!
which is why bands always like to tour the states
cos the audiences enjoy emselves!
here…..
i dunno
the audience pays their money
they can do whatever they like
i spose…
i dont wanna order em to enjoy emselves
enjoying yerself doesnt necessarily mean
screaming n waving n stage diving
my mum came to gig in london where there was stage diving
she couldnt believe it!
then a big black man told her to fuck off when she tried to get in backstage
it was quite a night for my mother, i can tell you
anyway
you can enjoy yerself on a chair sitting still
you dont have to dance or writhe baybee
(tho its nice when ya do, childe)
just dont be intimidated by my good looks n apparent genius
thats all i humbly beg of ya, my cherished aussie audiencer
yes its the chrunch, we’re magnificent n we’re legends
but just treat us nicely, ok?
we’re not the local youth club band
we need a little encouragement
ah thats better
pretend that we love each other
and it will come to pass
you see its the way its meant to be
we need to turn each other on a little
or we’ll become sullen n distant
and then ya wont getcha moneysworth
its so easy to let go n enjoy it…
but its kinda hard as well
i know
i know
i been in the audience a cuppla times myself
but please
trust us
as i must trust mr pilate today
in yonder flying can of metal
put yerself in our experienced hands
let yer mind stretch out n relax
let tension evaporate
let anxiety cease
let a dreamy n thought provoking mood come down
listen to the bass n drums
follow the blooming guitars
the words are telling you a story
see, its quite pleasant
isnt it?
have used the liquid bandage
finger still a little open
hey queensland
you better make it worth my while
see ya tonite then
in eu-fucking-mundi
and have bells on!

nk n i decided some indian food mite be nice for dinner
i chuck on my ipod n i duck down the road
as fast as fast can be
nimbly stepping round the slow walkers n bumbling dolts
who crawl along the pavement
past the nirvana beach liquor store
i move like a ghost in the darkness
popol vuh on ipod very much lately
all of em
i recommend all of em
sometimes the guitars almost sound like us
in some strange ways
sometimes a girl sings in a very teutonic medieval style
sometimes its all kinda indian-y and ambient
some times its very gothic n architecture
sometimes it rocks quite hard
sometimes its very mysterious
of course i cant remember the titles cos theyre in german
but this ones called hosianna mantra
buy it for someone “straight” for their birthday
they’ll say “what the f….” and give it back to you for sure
then you can enjoy it because at least you tried
to turn that square on,
and cos its brilliant in its self
oh so easy baby i digress
i start out doin’ one thing
i always end up doin’ the other
i begin on the high road
i finish on the low road
at the temple of low men
i guess sometimes
but where was i….?
oh yes
so i order the food
palak paneer
dal
naans
aloo tikki
rice
ten minutes before its ready
i nip round the corner
and listening to ipod
standing outside a bookshop
which seemed to have loadsa intriguing books
in its shelves
and im digging the p.v.
and staring at the covers of yonder bookes
when a face pops into view like a dolphin
swimming up to a camera n looking in
blow me down its laetitia,
a spanish gurl and mac guru
who helped me get my lapptopp going
she was filming us at revesby too
much to my surprise
but there she was
anyway ive just said hello to her
but who should walk past
a famous actor fiendss
one of my favourites over the years
a beautiful young man
now a very handsome olde devil
terry fucking stamp
i say to laetitia do you see who that was
terence stamp
shes excited cos shes a fan too
we follow him round to the fishnchip shop
hes just standing there in shorts n an old shirt
very suntanned n statuesque
a real top class british gentleman charmer
rob dicko eat ya heart out
anyhow he buys some fishnchips
(surprise , surprise)
and sits there eatin’ it at a stool n table
l and i are staring thru the window pretending to choose lobsters
but we’re watching stampy
no one recognising the druid at all!
go on go n say hi to him i say to laetitia
we’re both giggling n carrying on a bit
wow i dont often see guys that get me going like that
but terence stamp, cmon!
he who defined swingin’ london with julie christie
forever glorified in waterloo sunset
as epitamy of grooviness
with those glassy blue eyes
now at 60 something
hes slim n upright
striding purposefully down the street
with a spring in his step
and woofing down bondis famous fishnchips
i’d like to say
that i walked up n said terry?
n he looked up n said
steve? steve fuckin’ kilbey from the chrunch!
and then he said
kinda quiet like
got anything to smoke at home , olde bean?
and this led to merry evening
with stampy sittin’ round the kitchen table
regaling us with stories of marlon brando
and his brother chris who co-managed the who
and the swinging bloody sixties..
sipping on cognac and puffing on the vapouriser
and then he invited me onto the film set
and i got to play his underling villain
a criminally insane old ‘ippy
driven nuts by years of dope abuse n rocknroll
but still with a neatly trimmed beard n nice accent
so the viewer aint sure whether to bleedin’ well trust me
or knot…
i could look dapper in a black tux at a gaming table, terry
(tho i lost 70 bux playin’ the pokies at revesby)
or i dont look too bad in a wet suit (i hope)
if theres any underwater argy bargy to sort aht
and not only that
but i score the friggin film too
and get nominated for an oscar
which they decide not to give me
cos they know i hate all award ceremonies
(ANATHEMA)
and they also know
they cant trust me
that if i do turn up
i’ll stick it to the man!
yeah just they way everybody hopes someone fucking will
but everyone needs the man too much to do it!
and then….
oh sorry
terry,
terry stamp , if you are reading this
i will behave myself at the oscars this time
for you
and for olde lang sine too
so i am available
ive had a little acting experience
um i was shylock you know
and thats a big part….
anyway
dont let my blog put you off, terry
if hollywood is beckoning me….
i could be available
lemme look at my calendar..
hmmmm
how about in five minutes…
terry
terry?
terry??
TERRY????!