The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

fiendss
dont ever tell me this aint a weird job
that im not in some weird weird position
no
i aint asking fer yer sympathy for this olde devil
i never do
but its doing my tiny head in
and its only about day 5
(insert own joke here!)
well
for a start
hungary was UNBELEEEVABLE
and unleavable
oh my tiny fiendss
those hungarians
living the boheemian lifestyle
oh budapest
with its green and slightly overgrown and wild gardens
the blossoms and pollen drift on warm breezes
its old ochre buildings
fiendss
you dont think i wanna stay here for a hundred years
the food…..excellent, delicious
the special hungarian liquers
yeah whats that black stuff called
we had REAL absinthe
not that grain alcohol with a splash of wormwood flavour
that ya smugly buy in the bottle-o on oxford st
and ya think ya getting the real deal
now this real absinthe
drunk with the burning sugar n stuff
i can see how it drove a few olde poetic types
right round the twist…
its refreshes some part of ya
that other alco holes dont seem to touch much
typical ole sk raving on about some new drug…right?
but this one comes with a caveat
beware this fire burns
this green fire with burning sugar
it smacks ya into some wormwood place
fiendss
they dont call it wormwood for nuthink
its also the name of the ghastly star
that will come close to earf in its final daze
go figger that druids
any way
yes i had a drop of absinthe
the gig was under a little pond/lake
in the middle of a park
in the middle of bpest
all long unmown grass
dudes sitting round in berets reading kafke
with beautiful magyar girlfriends
everybody taking their own sweet bohemian time
everybody just ambling along in that warm eastern hazy sun
a little bit like stockholm
if the swedes were a bit more fucking laissez-faire
and not so uptight with the gardening
but more inviting than scanda
some strange allure
fiendss this place is a best kept secret
uncrowded
unhurried
anyway the gig is actually under this water
from onstage you can look up thru
a layer of water and beyond it the greyblue sky
this aint no ordinary gig
the people there….a DELIGHT
everyfuckingone of em
laying on the black liquors and jazz ciggies
helping out
lending us stuff
speaking their melodic version of english
we played our whole set to rehearse
that wassa a mistake
cos for one of the only times ever
my voice has begun to give out
all that projection ive been gaining
my ability that i have only got in the last
couple of years
to insinuate my voice into a room and fill it up
i couldnae really do it
until just now
i dunno
a few years
but now im really perfecting it
before that
my olde singing
was almost no projection
no resonance
a style
but little real singing
now im combining the 2
dont worry fiendss
i aint turning into johnny bluesgrunter
im just trying to get this as good as i can
and fiendss
there was lots of room for improvement
anyway we finish soundcheck
theres some weird little fashion/dance thing
going down
people with fur stuck to their faces
and women running round
doing the kinda thing that eve and aurora
do in their “drama” classes when i pick em up
running around “gracefully”
anyway…why the hell not???
the gig was a fucking corker
we had it nailed immediately
we were a little ruff
but our machine sang like a lark
and we pulled off some minor miracle
which is when basically
4 olde geezers
with some acc instruments
took themselves and a few others
to another place for a cuppla hours
the audience were lovely
there were about 6/7 hundred
we did our encores
we loved em
they loved us
it was a done deal
my voicey is now a gruff squeak
(if ya can imagine that!!!)
but fuck it
i have some more absinthe
and wander off to my hotel
which was one of the nicest i EVER stayed at
and i didnt even have a room with a balcony
like the othars
anyway
next morning i do yoga
i have a delicious brekky
in the little dining area
this place is the opposite
of some western fast food fucked up bullshit
this has style grace
its all understated
the furniture and design
some impossible cool that australia never achieves
its fucking european culture at its subtle and finest
not just a capitalistic franchised runway
a real city
trees, gardens, rivers, and statues
and castles
if you like that stuff
well they got it here
and i must also say
that mr k n
who made the whole thing possible
was a true host
and is now promoted to
sir kev of kilbeyland
for services beyond the call of duty
fiendss
it was gonna be hard to top hungary
the next day we spent flying
hanging round heathrow
(like purgatory with newsagents)
we finally get into ireland bout 7 oclock
straight to gig
where we meet the following assorted
lords of the kilbey realm
lord boyd of laytownbuzzard
lord merrick of eternal youth and treesaver
sir richard a, energetic and unchanged
bishop michael farrant a true believer
count belfrank
who made this gig possible
(Oh my dear friend i hope ya didnt lose too many euros on it)
count belfrank, the gift of the gab
the man i shoulda been having lunchy with
when they busted me in nyc
(ha! now i always listen to his advice)
ah..another sprightly young knave
duke rikki tikki tavi maymee baybee
of the incredibly huge rock band
the blah blah blah blahs
(hi anton….ive recovered from meeting you
and i wanna get back in the ring for another swing!)
duke maymee produced the pipeweed
and we hobbits smoked
ok ok
ya saying
what about yer voice
fiendss
it is /was shot
in medical laryngeal terms
the condition is called a fucked up voice
coughing up nasty stuff
i can hardly talk
let alone sing
shut up
the other members had been saying all day
but they do that every day too
by the time we hit dubbling
my voice was a hoarse croak with a strange occaisional
high pitched bit
no longer the velvety crooner
but just a tired olde git
with a fucked voice
and a scared feeling
cos this has never really happened to me before a gig
we come all the way to ireland
and i cant sing
im sorry
nothings gonna cheer me up about that
i wanted to show em what i could do
and i was like a guitarist with one olde rusty string
to play on
the crowd was kinda small and kinda reserved
i guess
not like the hungarians
who jumped right into it
there was a distance i could not bridge
my humour was forced
it fell flat and no bugger laughed
you see
fiendss
ireland and i have a little problem with each other
i never quite “got” it about ireland
and it never quite “got” it about me
thats just how life is
ya cant love and be loved by everywhere
i played abysmally
and felt like wishing
that hole would open in the stage
and take me down to some stygian pit
where i could rail against my disappointment
for EVERBODYS sake
the rest of the band played on
they were ok
but we never transcended
the way we so effortlessly had in bpest
we had exceeded our time limit curfew
and we played only un mo for the on core
which was unsatisfying
im sorry fiendss
you want some honesty
i hadde a terrible gig
i couldnt sing
my bass playing was hopeless
it was nae anyones fault
its just the way it goes
afterwards we met
earl frankie xk and dame janice
and the lovely and divine
nicky see more
of that famous band
the you know whos
a true australian character
comedian, raconteur etc etc
cmon see more
thats enuff flattery for ya
but these guys are amazing folks
almost lift me outta doldrums
back to hotel
very nice actually
much better than what i knows coming in london tonite
im english
can i say this
i feel homeless in my home country
i cant understand the lager
the pubs
the sausages n beans n darts
the stupid obsession wiv soccer and its associated violence
its ridiculous prices (at least for australians)
its awful fucking hotels
its stodgy food
its obseession wiv posh n bex n page 3 royal gossip
bullshit
its a cockney america wiv worse food
england
my england
what fuckin happened to ya
id rather go to any other city in europe
than london
i love my english fans n fiends and family
theres still a lot of brilliant and beautiful people here
but have a look at what flleet street hath wrought
look at prince fucking harry n robbie willy-ams
stay in a london hotel for a week
but im always looking for that mythical london
of the swinging sixties
and now its just greed n souvenirs
and a fucking million people everywhere you look
the hideously poor
the hideously rich
im sorry england
you spawned me
and i know you dont care what i think
but just like america
its all going wrong
ya cant ignore the things ya trying to ignore
yer celebrity culture disgusts me
what do i know
im a halfbreed thats not at home anywhere
i like bondi fuckin’ beach cos its easy
and its warm
and ya pretty much can do whatever ya like
i dont like london cos its cold n grey n dirty n heartbreaking
but our english fans
are some of the most knowledgable n erudite as you can get
i guess i got the same problem with england as ireland
we never really understood each other
you can stick yer whole cockney wide boy artfull dodger routine
but all my favourite bands come from england
cmon england fucking rules music
nuff said
why didnt they ever really like us over there
i guess not everbody can go all the way
we lucky to be playing over here at all at this stage of game
so englands a big screaming paradox for me
i always thought i was doing all my music for the english
i thought they were the only ones whod understand my lyrics n that
but not everything can be popular
i guess it wasnt the surefire thing i thought it was
never mind
i look forward to the borderline so so much
i cant tell ya
not london
but the gig itself
if my olde ruined voicey can regain its former splenda
we will surely deliver on our promise
and fiends
i aint innit fot the moneytravelwomenfame
i just wanna strap on mah fender bass
sing mah songs with my compadres
and i wanna fucking deliver
do what we can do
which no other can do
quite the way that we do
it aint always easy
its a lofty goal
gotta keep tryin’ for it
see ya later frankies
nick c-moor
lovely colleens and oirish laddies
we’re bound for olde blighty
will she take me in her arms n love me?????
i’ll let ya know
same bat time
same bat channel
sk

hiya peeple
yeah
im here
in budapest baybee
its beautiful
its amazing
its hansel n gretelsville
fabulous hotel with all mod cons
jazz cigarettes
lovely restaurant
good food
oh life is hard
but today must start rehearsals
must do some re learning
sorry to give ya such a short one
but tonites the gig(gle)
so i should have the lowdown for ya
tomorrow
i love you guys
and gals
sk

i just sat here typing a fuckin blogg for an hour
and it cut me off
so fuck it
fuck you
and fuck fucking england
machine swallowed my dough
and cut me off in the middle of everything
FOR NO REASON
i love london
yer really get ya moneys werth here baybee
fuck it all
its all gone
im so madde
im fuckin livid
im fuckin fuming
byesk

morning or evening fiendss
i cant tell
im in hong kong airport
waiting for my flight to london
so far so good
my valiums n panadeine fortes are keeping the back pain at bay
i gotta seat on my own on way here
so my claustrophobia didnt bite too badde
ive just turned on my lappy
and got connected straight away
having said all that
not much to report really
on my way to budapest
never been in eastern europe before
and its spring…
im sure therell be a little friction when east meets west
but it cant be helped
there were a buncha hungarian kids at bully high
they were all quite nice too
have no real preconceptions at all
will let it all happen as it wants
i no longer need to control things
the way i once tried to
and lifes easier that way
i hadda last minute panic
when my ipod locked up
but the lovely laetitia helped me unlock
at the last moment too
taxi waiting n everything
was quite despondent
it just needed a little jiggery pokery
laetitia youre promoted to
lady of the sk realm
lady laetitia of coogee arise
for services to the great cause
as you can imagine fiendss
im not really in a raconteur mode rite now
so i may save my battery
wish you all a good morning
night
or whatever the fuck it is where you are
i love you all
bye bye
sk weary correspondent

30 microgrammes of codeine phosphate
or was that 30 millograms?
the black rain slides across the window
discreet music hovers
the wind buffets the house
long dark cloud comes down
hides the hubba bridge and the oprah house
winter night arrives in sydney
in the warm glow of home
in the living room
the room that lives
in the lamplight
soft furniture music
romantic time
we embrace our paradoxes
shudder through changes
i run my fingers over the options
night settles in
lights come on on the hillsides
8 oclock comes around
finds me in a dream
tinnitus rings on in my silence
my world becomes narrow
i get in touch with the deep thing
a frozen lake
a fiery core
so glad to be inside
safe and warm
a roof over my head
raindrops form black and silver circles on glass
i think of rain on chrome
tail lights red in the mirrors
i think of birds in nests
protective wings of my angel
my eyes blurr now
it doesnt matter
the inner light sometimes shines for me
illuminations
nothing what it seemed
it seemed nothing
i underestimate the rain
i turn my collar
to the cold and damp
the phone rings
moment becomes inert
what else is falling out there ?
take this
said the doctor
this is for your fevered imagination
and this is for your broken promises
and take this when you miss home
in the middle of everything
an irish interviewer rings up from dubb-lynne
he loves ultc
well thats a goode start
no steve he says
i really love it man
we talk about grant
i cant believe he was so well loved everywhere
major obituaries and everything
grantley i hope ya seeing some of this
i know youre lapping it up
he says the irish especially loved ya
we finish talking
i smoke some
the rain drizzles n sizzles
sad night
night before depature
quiet
drift away

hi ya people
feeling weary
not much of a blogg today, i suspect
feeling sad to leave the fam n the home
on wednesday
not looking forward to it that much
bit of a cold
back aching still
not feeling like much of a rockstarr
to tell ya the truth
as ian hunter said
you gotta stay a young man
you can never get old
you look like a star
but youre really on the dole

he also said
god aint jive

he also said
pass the salt
to his wife once

i dunno
the doodles have gotten up for school
warm n confused they tumble out of bed
aurora comes n gives me a kiss
mornin dad she says in her jimmy stewart accent
the doodles have lived here 4 years now
they still speak with american accents
sometimes they get confused
they dont know whether to say
bath
or barth
fast
or farst
they dont know whether to say
sidewalk or footpath
sometimes they say footwalk
or sidepath….
im gonna miss my doodles
thats fer sure
but europe awaits
the roar of the greasepaint
the smell of the crowd
actually on a cold morning
sitting here
in the bosom of my fam
i dont really have any desire to sally forth
and take europe by storm
i just wanna stay home
dont wanna get in a cab
get to airport
stand in q
go thru customs
get on plane to singapore for 9 hours
wait around there for 4 hours
then plane to london for 13 hours
then negotiate heathrow
more customs
then plane to hungary
more customs cabs queues
finally to hotel
ah now i can sleep
no you cant
you got jet lag mr killbee
you cant sleep now
in hungary it might be 11 at night
but in austraylia its 9 in the morning
and im ready to swim
then of course next morning
when the lovely and attractive kevin n
drops by to get me
im gonna be ready for slumberland
such is the jetsetting musos lot
look
i love playing
i live for it
onstage i am anaesthetised
oblivious
under a spell
i just hate waiting
i hate travelling
i hate listen to the other dudes in mah band
blabbing on about something i already heard
a million times
i hate the awkward meetings
steve, this is roger bullpitt
hes the head of programming here at KPOX
steve, im yer biggest fan…
whats yer group called again?

i hate it when i walk off stage
when i just played for 2 hours
im soaking wet and exhausted
and some dude immediately storms in
and starts up a conversation
about something …….
jesus…
i hate trying to find vegetarian…let alone vegan food
i hate driving down the autobahn at 2oo miles an hour
in the rain and spray
i hate hotels next door to construction sites
i hate “fans” who love you so much
they wanna have an argument
i hate going onstage without a smoke
(pls take note of that, someone!)
i hate it when i cant get thru to australia
or they charge me an arm n a leg
per minute phone call
oh fiendss
its no bedda roses on tour
i know you dont feel sorry for me
i know yer thinkin’
get out there and rock
and stop complainin’ you olde whinger
the friction
the disapointment
the rip offs
the arguments
the blah blah blah blah blah
i know
i should be grateful
im almost 52 n im still rockin
just get on with it
ok
i will
i will rock all over this world
i will be happy
i will be olde gifted n white
i will be onstage with bells on
i will smile thru the sad songs
i will be polite
even to grovelling wallies
and rude sods
i will treat you all with equanamity
i will be kind n courteous
even when asked to sign
one of martys records
step on my toe, i’ll laugh
knock over my bass, i’ll grin
get my towel damp, i’ll love ya for it
oh im such a changed and nice bloke now
its sickening
no more the grumpy supercilious cynical bastard
of yore
now sweetness n light
humbly glad to be on the road
and honoured to sing my song for ya
thats it you creatures
thats it for today
was that ok
was it enuff
am i still in yer goodbooks?
see ya in buda, pests
sk

no
poor olde sk
his back still aint fixxed
i had acupuncture
i had chiropracter
i had physiotherapist
i had massage
no better
becoming despondent
not least
that i gotta get onna plane to europe
on wednesday
i cant sitting in one spot
for 5 minutes
let alone a 30 hour flight
in a tin can
squashed in between the fat lady and the fidgetty kids
or the nervous alcoholic and the crying babies
or
(insert pasenger from hell here)
i hate fucking flying
i loathe fucking flying
once i merely disliked it
but after the chchurs experience
on the plane when the engine exploded
im not so keen on the friendly skies
“we have suffered catastrophic engine damage”
came on the cap’ns voice
catastrophic!!!??
wouldnt very bad or terrible been enuff
did he have to say catastrophic
the guy next to me(mr d lane)
starting railing against his fate
“what am i doing on this fuckin’ plane…
i knew it was gonna crash”
mwp across the aisle leans over
well olde bean , been nice knowing you…
see you on the other side..
timmy p says
i dont mind us dying
but what about our kidsss?
the captain says
we gonna return to melbourne
we should be able to fly with one engine
an irishman behind me says
if that one blows we could be up here all day….
(no, that was a little levity, folks)
actually
i started praying
i started chanting
hare krishna
hare krishna
please god
im commending my spirit into yer hands
the plane begins its turn around
fucking hell
it just hangs there limp in the sky
like it aint got the steam to do it
ok ok
finally we make it
but im so over flying now
ive flown a billion flights
sydney singapore london stockholm
new york la rome paris
jesus
i had more jet lag than
dutch pierres had hot dinners
im scared, ok?
i dont mind who knows it
im scared!
i hate the air on airpl;anes
i hate the food
i hate the gay aussie stewards
who wake yer up for a sausage ommelette
at 3 in the morning
or the captains who blast onto the
“relaxation” channell
to tell ya that baghdad is just to the right of the cabin
i hate the queues and the suspicion
i hate the searches
i hate the customs
its a miserable thing
and now my back has locked up
or my lock has backed up
so i aint no happy flyer, fiendss
im chicken hearted wreck
im a landlubbing scaredy cat
so pity me
on wednesday
yeah im looking forward to seeing budapest
and playing at dublin village
(answering yer question, lee!)
but i do not wanna fly
its gonna be purgatory
see what i go thru
for your sakes fiendss
it aint all dancing on clouds
i love ya
sk

morning fiendss
its the morning after the winebanq gig
yeah was pretty good i guess
some idiots talking
some philistine yuppies drinkin’ booze
and yapping loudly
beyond redemption, i left em alone…
we were pretty goode
not that youll believe me reviewing myself
my humility is famous
and im so proud of my modesty
(hello diane n therese)

we still debating the existence of god?
i love it when you got cats writing in
and quoting stuff about peptide indicators
and amino chains
yeah right
yah i really believe you understand that
and i really believe that the science of today
is the last word
and will never be changed
ie
that unlike every other 50 years
the boffins of today have got the whole story
i guess they couldnt trap vishnu in their test tubes
so i spose thats it
although i am surrounded by planets orbitting in space
(oh the big bang did it…
we cant believe in a creator
but we’ll believe in a big bang)
although i am surrounded by the trees and birds
and aquatics and the flowers
each a part in some fantastic inter related system
everything where it should be
i will ignore my eyes and common sense
i will ignore the observations of my life
i will toe the atheist party line
cos it makes me feel smug and modern
quoting some bullshit i dont understand
and despite all that has happened to me
i got modern science
thats all i need
wont be taken in
too many nasty things happning on this earth
(all done by men exercising their FREE WILL!)
ya cant have it both ways
you want free will….ya got it
then you scream out
how did god let this happen
boys n girls you can quote yer high school chemistry to me
i know what i know
the proofs in my pudding
all my art
my songs
my words
are god affirming
they are not dry exercises in atheism and materialism
or sciencism
i have prayed to god
he has answered my prayers
sometimes
very rarely
he has entered my heart
and swollen me up with his lovely magnificence
(im sure some brain surgeon out there will say
oh if we manipulate the blah blah cortex with blah blah
then we will see pseudo religious blah blah)
whatever fiendss
i dont fucking care if you cant open yer eyes
to the beauty that surrounds you
arguing with me on a computer
when if you meditated for one minute
on a simple leaf or ant or cloud
you could see the aesthetic design
the love and care
the simple elegant hand of a creator
putting all this into motion
i guess you got science on yer side
i guess youve sussed it all
ok
ok
ok
i couldnt persuade ya
i dont quite understand
why youre reading my blogg
so full it is
with my olde hippy superstitious nonsense
i mean vishnu….come on
re incarnation
youve seen thru it all
intelligent design…..ha!

nope
it was like this
there wazza big big bang
(wow that was a loud bang)
before the bang it was super concentrated matter
then
kaboom
it all comes flying out
the sun stopped jus’ about where it is now
then mercury stopped
then venus
then the olde earthy werthy
stopped here
and started going round n round the sun
then
chemicals got together
evolved
and here we all are
ladies n gentlemen
life! (the musical)
yeah its all pretty plausible
cos newton was replaced by einstein replaced by hoyle
replaced by hawkings
replaced by whoever it is now
some dude in a university in california
standing at a blackboard
sussing this whole fucking thing
all other theories now outdated…
we used to believe fred jones theory
but now jim smiths is the one..
ok
thats ok
you scientific types have straightened out
this olde dreamer
i aquiesce
it was vain of me to suggest other wise
what would i know
im just a washed up olde rocker
amusing ya online
with my olde blather n blabber
gods dead
x=y
the neuron peptides are alkoloidal binglebangs
the cosine values of black stars indicate rhubarb
ok
i know what i know
you know what you know
vive le differance, baybee
i love ya anyway
eeven if you dont believe me or care
i love ya
may the b. bang bless us all!
sk

coming soon
questions and answers
ask me a pertinent interesting q
i’ll try and a it for ya
one q per reader
no anonymous questions
i gotta know who asketh

why hello there
thank vishnu its friday
lord maha-vishnu
asleep in the causal ocean
universes floating out of his pores as he dreams
as he dreams this all up
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
no solidity
all is vibration
those sublime rishis had it all sussed
when the europeans were still dressed in skins
all is vibration
if you reduce the solid matter of a human being
you have a little bag of ash
we are almost nothing
our senses have fooled us
we believe in this maya around us
we set limitations on our selves
and others
we forget our past lives
last nite i had a bizarre dream
i was someone else
in another place
during the dream i couldnt remember
that i was steven kilbey
lying in my bed dreaming….?!
what hope do we have of remembering our other lives
people say to me
wow..you learnt painting fast…
no
thats not true
i can remember painting
and music
and poetry
from other lives
you see when i am still enuff
or stoned enuff
or unawares enuff
the past seeps thru the barriers
that have been erected
to stop us going crazy remembering our past lives
i dunno about you baby
but i was born with all kindsa knowledge
feelings
inclinations
inexplicable
sometimes i am so close to my other lives
i can hear the voices
when i paint n draw
my sk mind goes quiet
and the artists that i have been
before
guide me
sometimes sk is going
no no
what the fuck are you doing that for
“trust us” say the voices
and the less sk interferes
the better it is
i go into a trance
and the other men and women in me
take over
i wake up from time to time
whats going on
“shh ssshhh” say the voices
“leave this to us”
consequently
the more i meditate
the more i do yoga
the more i swim
and(unfortunately)
the more i smoke pot
the better everything i do gets
that accounts for the hchcurs great surge in 2002
our surge in creativity
i was back
no longer a tired burnt out podgy middleaged struggler
baby i fought long n hard against smack
and lethargy
and indifference
i reinvented my self
steve kilbey # ?
depends how you count
id say during the hchcurs lifetime
at least 4 sks
the 1st naive bigmouth pretty youth
the 2nd successful cynical manne
the 3rd puffy heroin wreck
the 4th the modern sk
the olde but super energetic druid
up early
typing bloggs
and fiddling round with pastels
i have more energy now than when i was 18
these eastern disciplines work people
dont complain to me if youre a lazy bloated
meat eating tv watching ciggy sucking
olde bore
veganism, people
so you can vibrate
so you dont weigh down yer body
with dead rotting sludge
and bad karma
and pain
yoga, people
for flexibility
to potentiate your talents
for the union of heaven and earth
for discipline
meditation, people
for wisdom
sincerity
peace
happiness
knowledge
chi gong
for cosmic energy
swimming
for endurance
for breath
for more discipline
(you think the lazy slug in me
wants to dive in a 13 degree pool
on a cold raining winter morning????)
and finally
and most controversially
pot
yes i know pot causes paranoia
and psychic episodes in some people
i do not recommend it to
kids
teenagers
nervous people
people with a history of….
(insert yer own nasty thing here)
but im sorry
i aint no couch potatoe pothead
smoking bongs and watching jerry sprengler
yep theres plenty of them i know
im sorry
i have to say
to the outrage of my detractors
pot has always worked for me
after 34 years of smoking the stuff
it has unfailingly helped me re arrange my brain
re connect the wires in my mind…
i hear a c major chord
and i hear the limitless songs contained therein
i see a phrase and songs and poems fly to me
i pick up my pastels and they draw by themselves
no who among you can argue with 34 years of experience
it has ALWAYS worked for ME
we have a symbiotic relationship
dont compare pot to smack
they have nothing in common
if i run outta pot
i wont steal murder rob to get it
i might feel a little bored or restless
yes thats true..
but i wont pawn my fucking bass to get it
pots badde fer yer lungs
i admit that
it makes ya eat more than you should
i admit that
it has had injurious effects on some people
and i dont promote it willy nilly
but this is my diary
this is my world
i pull no punches here, fiendss
thats why you coming to love me so much
thats why i coming to love you so much
my blogge is the truth
and i aint hiding nuthing from ya
why should i?
i gotta a great life going on
and im happy to share it with ya
im grateful to the lord for letting me have
this day and my daily bread
and im enthusiastic and brimming over
with a thousand ideas
i can do anything i like
and i fucking will too
if you dig it
stick around
if you dont
heres yer money back
sk iou $0.00
have a nice day, fiendss
i’ll be thinking of ya
steve kilbey

morning you lot
oh oh i slept in
its 6 50
oh dear
naughty sk snoozing in so late

ok a few small announcements
sir belfrank d
whom was cruelly and thoughtlessley
left off the list of friends of sk
has now been promoted to
lord of the realm
after receiving package yesterday
with so many goodies
it was ridiculous
houdini vids
jeff buckley
t rex vids
william blake (wasnt he in slowdive..?)
loadsa stuff
altres is also promoted to lord of the sink ports
for his package of gifts
now im not saying a package of gifts
gets you a knighthood at sk land..
but..
arise sir brian h altres
and sir belfrank d.
you guys are the most….
see yer at dublin and england
and altres…
can you bring me some scottish jazz numbers
just in case…?
talking of which
as its my auntie irenes funeral today
im having a few puffs off my vaporiser
which is a little machine
that turns your smoking materials into vapour
thats right, not smoke
but vapour
no smell
no fuss
just pure vapour
which means you can enjoy yer fave
“smoking mix”
even at yer grannies house
but no smell or smoke
at the moment im sampling a little
victorian gippsland organic indica
and its going down a treat
now if yer tired of me mentioning pot
im so fucking sorry
i bet youd go on charles bukowskis blogg
and say
im bored with hearing about alcohol
so if ya dont like it mes amigos
theres the door
and heres another detail ive forgotten to mention
this blogg will close down on 22 nov this year
thats right
im gonna cut ya all off
im gonna release a blook
of this blogg
im gonna win a pull-lister! prize
im gonna buy a big house in vor-cluse
and thatll be the last yer see of my well toned ass
so lap it up while its fer free
see if ya can find another bass toting word spitting
smooth crooning olde genius
that you can trust with yer heart
yep
i think those guys are kinda thin on the ground round here
so keep that doomsday date in yer head fiendss
22 november 2006
the day after peter ks birthday
(as yer sending off his expensive presents priority mail
youll notice the date and gulp )
do you realise whatll happen when yer cut off
cold turkey
sweating
anxiety
nausea
feeling of “unreality”
emotions gone haywire
there maybe chills fever
coughing
masturbating
imitating fish
need to urinate rainbows
desire for musk sticks n sherbet
a perverse need to listen to dabble
yep
there some of the downsides
to being a bloggefiend
so be nice to me while im here
youre gonna cry when im gone
you gonna say
oh that sk
they dont make bloggers like him annie moore
he blogged every hour god sent, that manne
he was a prophet seer and a sage
a bass pluckin’ philanthropist
a poetic saint (with naughty bits)
fiendss
if i do deign to carry on after yon date
im a frayed yer gonna be digging in yer pockets
cos im spending more time on this than anything else
in my life
my kids dont know me
i heard aurora justine say to her mum
whos that olde cat with the white beard n scruffy hair
bangin’ away on the lapp top

its true
now ive just topped up my vapouriser
with a little something
pam n perry found for me
in northern new south wales
see
if ya smoke enuff dope
you can be northern and south
at the same time
2 places at once, fiendss

so dont be angry with me you ballbrakers
i gotta long drive
and a sad task ahead of me
im jus’ havin’ somethin’ to get detatched

by the way
save up yer pennies
kh is gonna release jack frost 1
again
with all etcs
im repainting the covers
yer gonna love it
it might help when the blogge dries up
it certainly wont hurt
ok
ok
i gotta go get ready
me n jlk n rpk
gonna drive down to canberry
to say goodbye to irene bennett nee jackson
i guess i’ll see olde joycie there
shes pretty sad about this too
itll cheer her up to see her three sons
the good, the bad, and the ugly
not necessarily in that order

go forth
or go fourth
it doesnae matter to me
i love you
sk