The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/11670118

Listen in to a great interview that aired on the 23rd Dec 2011 on the ABC Radio in Brisbane with Marty Willson-Piper.

Photo by Monica Pronk Photography

coatmans ball

you would not believe my life

it has spiralled out of controlling holding patterns

the rules have evaporated or become frozen and sharded

as i said it may look easy

i have to watch out for witches

i gotta lock out all the war locks

unbelievably i gotta fight for every shekel which is mine

i go and go just to be in the same spot

anyway forgetting all that i am

working on the score to an excellent and authentic film

which may or may not be secret but its being filmed in tas

its brutal its brilliant its bloody good

but its hard work trying to get the music right

i dont usually write 15 sec snippet of an instrumental

that goes through 3 emotions

so it requires discipline

now normally my discipline works thus

the discipline section in my left brain

commands my  right brain to do something

and it coerces it until it does then it stands aside

and it lets the right brain get on with it alone

but this process requires co-op

and this is the problem

my right brain is a savant

my left brain is an idiot

good for bullying the right

but no good for working out all the best ways of organizing it…..

im working on logic now..its a beautiful thing

soon soon you will hear i will create something profoundly nice

uh huh undiluted by any outside influence

i the prime mover

will take on all tasks

singer lyricist musician composer engineer producer

and i’ll probably do the artwork as well

this record will be a new beginning it will be glorious

oh i can feel it coming thru the ether

hands on kilbey in toto ad gloriam

no outside touch shall sully my masterpiece

it will have every detail attended to by me

the old grand idiot savant master

but logic is idiot proof

even my idiot left brain is getting it sorted

enough for my right to gaze in wonderment

ON ALL THESE POSSIBILITIES!

one can do anything one can think of

if it can be done to music …logic can do it

i got my bass i got my guitars i got my mike

i got my interfuckingface

i got my modus operandi

and gee i was recording music on my own in 1977

when most of these other cats

were still playing black sabbath in the garage

oh yes i got my modus and

some genius designed a program like this for me i guess

soon soon soon i shall unleash my beast of a solo album

meanwhile SKPers can look forward to the garageband album

and the art doco which will probably be next

it will be a big year for believers

i will make you feel like you backed a big winner

i will prevail

i will succeed

I WIL I WIL I WILL……..

(sound of crazy old geezer being carted away in white van)

lost for worlds

there is magic there is bullshit

there is a universe oblivious to us

people are animals

animals are people

yet we murder we kill

we kill ourselves to live

those with time try to kill it

those without time try to buy it

still we hurtle headlong

as we are in free fall

inaccessible mainly to ourselves

with trust comes betrayal

without trust comes emptiness

with faith comes disappointment

without faith comes hopelessness

well ive done it all

rich poor young old lucky unlucky

life got me baffled

what have i really learned

how am i doing so far

i am not a normal western man

i loathe all that meaty boozy smoky barbecue the fellas honey

the guys my buddies the boys the game the TV

fuck them theyre all philistines theyre all oafs

fuck your fucking basketball team you moron

the amazon jungle is all but gone

fuck the crusades fuck british/u.s. imperialism

fuck the war on drugs

fuck your hat n bark at the bastard moon

2012 yeah what about them sly old mayans

look i dont want my world to end damn that prediction

nothings easy thats for sure

for every genius there are ten thousand idiots ready to crucify him

for every one saved there are ten thousand more lost

i am incredulous at the incredulity of myself and all others

we are all in this separately together

we will all die and live and die we will remember nothing

fuck napoleon fuck columbus fuck genghis khan

keep on rockin’ in the free world

how did those old twin towers come tumblin’ down…?

gee uh something not right with that picture

but uh i guess i feel so much safer now mr b.laden is shot

uh hasnt he….i mean i saw a dead guy with uh a turban in a cave

i guess that was uh him …wasnt it….?

because if our govts lied to us there’d be anarchy …wouldnt there..?

i’m glad all those people got busted for drugs

i’m happy about the vietnam war cos we showed em, didnt we…?

i’m pretty pleased with WW1…that worked out well in the end…i thought…

i guess i’m mixed up

please some right wing macho straight type help me here

all those mines grenades bayonets torpedoes ….

and napalm….thats a great invention….i suppose…

wow that musta cooked their gooses …didnt it?

fuck the communists fuck the romans

fuck the house of lords

i’m over it

chapel perilous

life is elusive

the sun burns white

it is the burning soul

a long dead giant

he quenched his thirst with one thousand seas

the moon is so cold

it is the frozen flame of magic

it appears at theatres near you

beside a raggle taggle columbine

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it is not a happy new year for me

alcohol still pulverises my family

i hate it i loathe it i detest it

greediness and stupidity abound

my career is going up n up

my morale is going down n down

my teeth are rotten again

i move in and out of conflict

i thrash around in obfuscation and emotional obstacles

i am super creative but time is hard to come by

i am behind in what i need to do

i lapse into non-action

people bust stuff i gotta pay for..oh woe is me…!

it may look easy but its hard …its hard baby its hard

sorry about the moaning

i’ll leave off with a happy thought

nah …on second thoughts

forget it….

http://www.tonedeaf.com.au/photos/galleries/114945/the-church-10.htm#1

Photos taken Friday 30th December at the Future Past Perfect show at The Forum Theatre, in Melbourne (AU).

new year steve

tour over

last night in melbourne

well i gave it what i had to give

a last minute tune-up by dr gary saves my neck

he certainly knows how to sort out a performer

he got me into shape on all levels

if anyone is serious about seeing him

you can contact me at steve@thetimebeing.com

i will forward on his deets

anyway melby was proof in the christmas pudding

we just keep getting better

no complacency now we are running on all cylinders

robin danar our american sound guy is a big part

he really delivers

hes a specialist and he’s been doing us on n off 25 years

ok?

i really enjoyed doing that show

its new years eve now

scarlet is a bit tired n hyper

eve n aurora are outside in the warm night

a thousand parties erupt

and i keep thinking about that jj cale song after midnight

yeah we’re gonna bang yer tambourine!

neo platonic noodle

i abdicate my throne by the ocean sure the waves still roll in

i command c shift

but then no control escape

i am english to the bone

a real angle

from germany originally

but these  isles hath changed me over hundreds of years

now i stand on this verdant earth a simple spirit

a creature of wood stream and dangling dream

i inhabit the pearled pastures of bag daddy prince

i walk through streets of your town clad in hints

i dont mince my worlds i don’t grade my dope

my  music trapped within the future that slowly thaws

fragile songlets snapped in birth pulled too hard from the thin air

i dream of the jean jeannie and genius genes between scenes

i sing U23 i sing P=A i sing for my uppers

i sing the stupid words some voice whispers in my ear

i appear and reappear

loved by old deers but my rents in arrears

he smiles more like sneers his miles in rearview dials

a smirky transparent apparent jester just a joker another bloke a

contestant a contender a pretender dim fog a cog in an axle

we turn and return we burn over terrain

we improve our grasp on a slippery truth hangs in a branch

on some tree of life

on an afternoon like this morning

the enabler of amphibiguity

night falls water falls rain drops eye drops

eye emerge from liquid storm

i to i

burn out burn up reborn relaunched realised recast

i touch things that are not there

material shadows i feel their nebulosity in surround

it makes no sense to become sentient

to spring into sprung existence whole

to ascend or descend unnoticed unparalleled unimpaled

unimpeded centipeded i come into this whirl delighted to alight here

i hear the quiescence within natures roar as raw sound

surely then

a childs christmas in australia

uh lemme get this straight ok?

this jewish guy (allegedly) gets nailed on a cross by some italians

thousands of years ago in the middle east

and we celebrate that day with egg shaped chocolate delivered by a rabbit

however on the day the jewish guy is born

although this is not his actual birthday

we just pretend its his birthday

because we used to have another holiday then

so this jewish kid gets born and we symbolise it with icicles

and holly and snowy pub scenes from the 1800s and

god rest ye merry gentlemen

and fat fellas in red costumes and fir trees with ball-balls

and eating dead birds

and a load of sunburned english n irish blokes

walking up my street drinking beer and pissing wherever they like

and sales on bikinis in the cozzie hut

and falafels and more beer and doof doof doof at the pavilion

dj nong from manchester and mc ninny from majorca

doof doof doof

down goes the beer n ekkies

doof doof doof goes the noise

a real loud obnoxious racquet

the drinkers scream and revel so fervent

is the celebration of the long dead jewish guys birthday

some of em even know his name was jesus

actually that wasn’t his name

that was his name in greek

its like if i live on thru my music

and i am referred to as stavros

imagine that …”remindlesness by stavros kilbey”

yeah we go to the beach and we dance and drink

and we get in a fight

and vomit in the hot darkness back of the pav

and we go home with some australian bird and

we fuck in the humid australian night

and we have some more drinks and we piss on some geezers wall

and stumble back to the backpackers joint

but we lost our keys and we bellow

and burp and wake up the street

fuck em if they can’t take a fucking joke

its fucking christmas, innit….?

Peter Koppes joins Ruby Soho this coming Wednesday 28th December 2011, from 10PM EST on “Garageland” – ahead of the band’s Future Past Perfect show at the Forum in Melbourne, 30th December. PBS 106.7FM (MELB)
LIVE STREAM: http://listento.pbs.org.au/live/