Back In Stock Thanks to all our the church fans for keeping us informed about music they are after. Band members are actively involved in ensuring that hard to get church music is in stock and we appreciate the feedback we get from all of you. Hologram of Baal CD We now have the Hologram of Baal CD with the bonus Bastard Universe EP (four track, UK version). Only 7500 of these CD’s included the bonus EP. “ Read a fan review here
Back In Stock
Thanks to all our the church fans for keeping us informed about music they are after.
Band members are actively involved in ensuring that hard to get church music is in stock and we appreciate the feedback we get from all of you.
Hologram of Baal CD
We now have the Hologram of Baal CD with the bonus Bastard Universe EP (four track, UK version).
Only 7500 of these CD’s included the bonus EP. “
Read a fan review here
a black cat night i have forgotten my name i have forgotten my self oh finally i seem to be someone else i look out at all this with my new eyes i touch the night with my new hands in australia where it is primitive nature runs rampant the bugs are omnipresent the trees and plants and flowers hustle in shadows cars driving here and there and back again friday night picking up momentum wind picks up dealer picks up ambulance picks up taxi picks up guitarist picks up drummer picks up music begins a symphony for friday night perfect night ive never heard music like this i never knew a night like this perfect temperature perfect sky perfect breeze perfect trees still some cruel morning will shatter it and i’ll be me again in a trice you can be sure
lost and frowned
a black cat night
i have forgotten my name i have forgotten my self
oh finally i seem to be someone else
i look out at all this with my new eyes
i touch the night with my new hands
in australia where it is primitive
nature runs rampant
the bugs are omnipresent
the trees and plants and flowers hustle in shadows
cars driving here and there and back again
friday night picking up momentum
wind picks up
dealer picks up
ambulance picks up
taxi picks up
guitarist picks up
drummer picks up
music begins
a symphony for friday night perfect night
ive never heard music like this
i never knew a night like this
perfect temperature
perfect sky
perfect breeze perfect trees
still some cruel morning will shatter it
and i’ll be me again in a trice
you can be sure
The new ISIDORE album (Jeffery Cain and Steve Kilbey) called Life Somewhere Else is streaming now via their website http://www.soundisidore.com/ This long awaited release is due out at the end of February and will be available from the churchmerch store.
The new ISIDORE album (Jeffery Cain and Steve Kilbey) called Life Somewhere Else is streaming now via their website
http://www.soundisidore.com/
This long awaited release is due out at the end of February and will be available from the churchmerch store.
now is elusive then is gone sometimes the sand contains footprints although no one has walked upon it my moon in its absence a vivid crescent scar the suburbs around the asylum are strangely jungle like we never seem to arrive anywhere much although we travel so intently i have lived in every house on this street as each new life dawns i move one door closer to morning yes i move out of night where things are uncertain i leave a beast in me behind in darkness i leave breadcrumbs to find my way back poets lost in naive forests the pastel trees the gouache fruits turned hard the acrylic sun with its metallic gold rays i pick up my gigantic heavy axe from overhead music is transmitted down down signal is apprehended its imagistic messages are stored in my cortex the middleman has gone the portal is open i begin the ascent of my everest no i’m sitting here in the luxuriant dark smelling like a mediterranean fig telling you the same old jig still some hope that you can dig
glittering out there
now is elusive
then is gone
sometimes the sand contains footprints
although no one has walked upon it
my moon in its absence a vivid crescent scar
the suburbs around the asylum are strangely jungle like
we never seem to arrive anywhere much
although we travel so intently
i have lived in every house on this street
as each new life dawns i move one door closer to morning
yes i move out of night where things are uncertain
i leave a beast in me behind in darkness
i leave breadcrumbs to find my way back
poets lost in naive forests
the pastel trees the gouache fruits turned hard
the acrylic sun with its metallic gold rays
i pick up my gigantic heavy axe
from overhead music is transmitted down down
signal is apprehended
its imagistic messages are stored in my cortex
the middleman has gone
the portal is open
i begin the ascent of my everest
no
i’m sitting here in the luxuriant dark
smelling like a mediterranean fig
telling you the same old jig
still
some hope that you can dig
serenity grant me a god i am in love with this earth i want to know who fashioned her green seas and who colours these azure heavens and who is that causes stars to fall in white lines and who guides the bloom from the bud and who teaches the first bird to fly who has given the bees honey who has given the river to the salmon i am in love in this earth its waterfalls its gorgeous palms its rainbows arcing up the sky its verdant lands under sun and moon the lovely women of this earth as they sing as they work as they sway the wonderful women of this planet as they sleep as they remember as they love i am in love with the women in the sky i am in love with the women in the water i am in love with the women who no longer live i am in love with delilah and sheba and jezebel i am in love with athene and elektra and radha i am in love with the touch with the feeling i am in love with this sweet world i am a fool i kiss the shore i kiss the cloud i kiss the waves i kiss daughter i kiss sister i kiss mother i kiss other i kiss the future goodbye god who made god your world is very lovely i am in love with parrot i am in love with black cat i am in love with music i am a fool god who made the god who made this world god of man god who created woman a man in love with god and woman i am just another man i love my tiny daughter i love girls i love them all i am […]
attic man
serenity grant me a god
i am in love with this earth
i want to know who fashioned her green seas
and who colours these azure heavens
and who is that causes stars to fall in white lines
and who guides the bloom from the bud
and who teaches the first bird to fly
who has given the bees honey
who has given the river to the salmon
i am in love in this earth
its waterfalls its gorgeous palms
its rainbows arcing up the sky
its verdant lands under sun and moon
the lovely women of this earth
as they sing as they work as they sway
the wonderful women of this planet
as they sleep as they remember as they love
i am in love with the women in the sky
i am in love with the women in the water
i am in love with the women who no longer live
i am in love with delilah and sheba and jezebel
i am in love with athene and elektra and radha
i am in love with the touch with the feeling
i am in love with this sweet world i am a fool
i kiss the shore i kiss the cloud i kiss the waves
i kiss daughter i kiss sister i kiss mother i kiss other
i kiss the future goodbye
god who made god
your world is very lovely
i am in love with parrot i am in love with black cat
i am in love with music
i am a fool
god who made the god who made this world
god of man god who created woman
a man in love with god and woman i am
just another man i love my tiny daughter
i love girls i love them all i am a fool
the music i hear in the womens voices
the paintings i see in their eyes
the mornings i see in their afternoons
who made these afternoons of gentlest grey
who made these perfect raindrops
who made these ferns and these flowers
i am in love with the rain
i am in love with the earth itself
it seems to speak somehow
it seems to retain our memory
everything all mixed up i expect
the way man grows in woman
the way tree grows in earth
the way storm grows in sky
all filled with spirit
all filled with life
the dead return among us
the souls go round and round
the music is playing
everything is dancing to it
mountain city sun and sea
they say
everything is OK
coming up the valleys and into the hills child it was a time of celebration and prayer a morning of the universal day the twilight of memories now gone before all this even we were others we were glorious lithe warriors how we leapt thru the enemy like ghosts oh how we streamed twirled and struck oh how we glutted on their wine and wives some parts of us forget we hid in swamps we flew in skies we dug in the earths we slipped through their seas we mastered music we mastered art we mastered beast we mastered cosmic winds which hauled our souls and their baggage we climbed aboard ships in africa and we fell off women in lemuria i was a clown i was a hunter i was a merchant you were a wolf you were a star you were a scientist we caroused through temples and we meditated in motels cut off from humanity white noise of the rain the rain cleansed us the rain bound us to the ground while natures forest hemmed us in words woven by ancestors distant and certainly strange we struggle with the meaning of their sutras and formulae or is it we pretend not to know what our hearts most fear to hear….? that there is no god that there is no hope that this is all an accident that its all a mistake something in us cannot accept it we are in inner conflict and turmoil over this they say life is stupid but we are smart unbearable to be wrong so we never question it still i feel some guidance in my hand still i hear some whisper in my head still i feel some movement in my etheric double i remember pasts i have broken down walls […]
storey of my life
coming up the valleys and into the hills
child it was a time of celebration and prayer
a morning of the universal day
the twilight of memories now gone
before all this even we were others
we were glorious lithe warriors
how we leapt thru the enemy like ghosts
oh how we streamed twirled and struck
oh how we glutted on their wine and wives
some parts of us forget
we hid in swamps we flew in skies
we dug in the earths
we slipped through their seas
we mastered music we mastered art we mastered beast
we mastered cosmic winds which hauled our souls and their baggage
we climbed aboard ships in africa
and we fell off women in lemuria
i was a clown i was a hunter i was a merchant
you were a wolf you were a star you were a scientist
we caroused through temples and we meditated in motels
cut off from humanity
white noise of the rain
the rain cleansed us
the rain bound us to the ground
while natures forest hemmed us in
words woven by ancestors distant and certainly strange
we struggle with the meaning of their sutras and formulae
or is it we pretend not to know
what our hearts most fear to hear….?
that there is no god
that there is no hope
that this is all an accident
that its all a mistake
something in us cannot accept it
we are in inner conflict and turmoil over this
they say life is stupid but we are smart
unbearable to be wrong so we never question it
still i feel some guidance in my hand
still i hear some whisper in my head
still i feel some movement in my etheric double
i remember pasts i have broken down walls in my mind
i must shoulder all of humanity even tho it doth not exist
i must feed the animal at my door
i must stoke the ravenous fire of creation and destruction
things must come in and other things go out of my world
i must loom large or shrink small
i await further instructions of my sweet liege lord
i understand the signs you will send in symbols and impressions
i will read the clouds and listen in to silences profound
i will dismantle my defences so as to absorb your divine sky
i will kneel to your beautiful images
of thoth and krishna and christos and other saints
oh blessed one say it is true…!
say one day we will walk together on days that last forever
lost in your lovely song in pastures of the bluest cranes
where lotus blooms and wild honey seeps neath arbours bough
little spider spins her silver web
and stately swans drift on Acheron
along the fields of Taliesin
or in lambent company
with you
VAN PARK play – John Paul Young and Steve Kilbey plus a very talented cast of eclectic performers appear in this hilarious comedy from 21st March to April 1st in Melbourne Victoria AU. Dates: Preview 21 March Opening 22 March – 1 April Wednesday, Thursday & Friday @ 8pm Saturday @ 4pm & 8pm Sunday @ 6pm Tickets: Preview – All tickets $35. $45 Full, $39 Concession + transaction fee Venue: Chapel Off Chapel Info here http://chapeloffchapel.com.au/melbourne-comedy-theatre-art/melbourne-events/melbourne-comedy/van-park-a-musical-comedy-21-march-1-april/
VAN PARK play – John Paul Young and Steve Kilbey plus a very talented cast of eclectic performers appear in this hilarious comedy from 21st March to April 1st in Melbourne Victoria AU. Dates: Preview 21 March
Opening 22 March – 1 April Wednesday, Thursday & Friday @ 8pm Saturday @ 4pm & 8pm Sunday @ 6pm
Tickets: Preview – All tickets $35. $45 Full, $39 Concession + transaction fee
Venue: Chapel Off Chapel
Info here http://chapeloffchapel.com.au/melbourne-comedy-theatre-art/melbourne-events/melbourne-comedy/van-park-a-musical-comedy-21-march-1-april/
Watch The Church and other great gigs on Moshcam. Steve Kilbey and Marty Willson-Piper interviewed before the Future Past Perfect show at The Enmore Theatre in Sydney, 17th December 2011.
Watch The Church and other great gigs on Moshcam.
Steve Kilbey and Marty Willson-Piper interviewed before the Future Past Perfect show at The Enmore Theatre in Sydney, 17th December 2011.
out there somewhere out there in unknown places and rooms in gardens and mirrors is saturday night full of drink and drugs saturday night when things drift when sprawling warm night wild and lawless tho ever gentle down by the shore and white hotel in a hundred rooms the sea breeze on naked flesh a woman in a shower a man waiting in a bed a man jumps out of a cab a woman in a bath drinking champagne the parties throb and roar around the shore people already plastered dogs howl in black back yards some repetitious deep thump in the earth miles off laughter in the air caught up in strange echoes laughter on the wind laughter in the pubs laughter in the rooms at the hotel laughter as someone watches a comedy on tv i go for a swim in the tepid green sea i swim lazy a stoned martyr i drift or rise over small waves i see the sandy seabed and grey silver fish swimming inside the nets my mind says swim harder but my body rebels some other mind is second guessing me i guess but who guesses …me or the other….and how would you know….? saturday night is a glittery valley full of blurry stars the salty air is corroding everything …metal and spiritual resolutions dissolved in the sea light memory of unending summer rolled out each year donkey rides and ghost stories saturday night was a wild card a loose canon saturday night in minuscule microcosm pizza beer drive crash arrest pot tv toast pot tv toast sex sleep sex sleep food wine taxi club hotel internet bed i wander in the periphery of night a marginal twilight where us poets stumble saturday night is a beast we relish in spades and […]
the author
out there
somewhere out there
in unknown places and rooms
in gardens and mirrors
is saturday night
full of drink and drugs
saturday night when things drift
when sprawling warm night
wild and lawless tho ever gentle
down by the shore and white hotel
in a hundred rooms
the sea breeze on naked flesh
a woman in a shower
a man waiting in a bed
a man jumps out of a cab
a woman in a bath drinking champagne
the parties throb and roar around the shore
people already plastered
dogs howl in black back yards
some repetitious deep thump in the earth miles off
laughter in the air caught up in strange echoes
laughter on the wind laughter in the pubs
laughter in the rooms at the hotel
laughter as someone watches a comedy on tv
i go for a swim in the tepid green sea
i swim lazy a stoned martyr
i drift or rise over small waves
i see the sandy seabed and grey silver fish swimming inside the nets
my mind says swim harder but my body rebels
some other mind is second guessing me i guess
but who guesses …me or the other….and how would you know….?
saturday night is a glittery valley full of blurry stars
the salty air is corroding everything …metal and spiritual
resolutions dissolved in the sea light
memory of unending summer rolled out each year
donkey rides and ghost stories
saturday night was a wild card a loose canon
saturday night in minuscule microcosm
pizza beer drive crash arrest
pot tv toast pot tv toast
sex sleep sex sleep
food wine taxi club hotel internet bed
i wander in the periphery of night
a marginal twilight where us poets stumble
saturday night is a beast we relish in spades
and we spear it with our words of spleen
but it always comes back bigger and dumber
the police get called to a scene
some trouble in the domestics
some harsh words are thrown
some blows are spoken
everyone must blame each other
the night doesnt care one way or another
the night is warm and still young
its all out there waiting if ye can but find it
all the brothels all the casinos
all the night clubs embroiled with strife
all the numbing noise of a million songs
competing in the ether for life
i touch reality i move thru time
soon too soon it all comes to a head
saturday night in the vale of tears
saturday night in the early century
we rush towards a midnight
i can feel them willing it
midnight appears to each in a new guise
to the lovers midnight is gentle
to the widow midnight is hard
to the child midnight is full of horrors
to the weary man midnight is a sweet release
saturday night bursts at it seems
it seems important it seems somehow permanent
the seaside is full of toughs from the exterior
and they flock to the ocean and the pop up bars
but that was our yesterdays full of saturday
saturdays full colour in glorious glow
tonight makes me suddenly tired
i must abjure
into this deep night
now
i search in the sun for the final axiom that one liner that can make sense of everything my whole life the universe the lot stumbling and fumbling fuming and frauding i grope the darkness am i inside my own mind there is no answer intuition is a behind the scenes peek premonition a sneak preview gotta hunch gotta hunch never ever a free lunch your owner gender with its own agenda now being a boy is something else again i remember streaming through trees i climbed up a trunk and removed a pale blue egg the weather was sultry and angry that day a storm had turned the afternoon to black a warm premature night had fallen on us soft bells tinkled far away magic climes of childhood on my skin before i traded my naivete in before i started hankering anyway coherency seems to elude me you know i mean well well i mean i mean what i meant to say take it as given understand it as said me n my head what will we do when full of dread and keep the children fed we sped towards the end
conceit
i search in the sun for the final axiom
that one liner that can make sense of everything
my whole life the universe the lot
stumbling and fumbling
fuming and frauding
i grope the darkness
am i inside my own mind
there is no answer
intuition is a behind the scenes peek
premonition a sneak preview
gotta hunch gotta hunch
never ever a free lunch
your owner gender with its own agenda
now being a boy is something else again
i remember streaming through trees
i climbed up a trunk and removed a pale blue egg
the weather was sultry and angry that day
a storm had turned the afternoon to black
a warm premature night had fallen on us
soft bells tinkled far away
magic climes of childhood on my skin
before i traded my naivete in
before i started hankering
anyway coherency seems to elude me
you know i mean well
well i mean i mean what i meant to say
take it as given
understand it as said
me n my head
what will we do when full of dread
and keep the children fed
we sped towards the end
