gotta creature all thumbs dumbed up pumped my fender in some coliseum killed a roman pup little jupiter says man this is so fucked up them christians got all the good songs anyway you sing em anyway you bring em in old etruscan dancehall apollo was fretting his axe fuck man he said i could do with some fuckin’ space the wine is cheap the food is cold who the fuck do you think i am…? i aint goin’ on until someone finds me some little iambic lamb it was already 9 thirty man the crowd getting real uneasy yeah i had some trouble with some ithacan cats i dont wanna talk about it fuck you baby too much nepenthe..a smack in the face wakes me up i told you not to have too much of that nepenthe…she says and sways away daedulus and the boys playing the iao iao iao album in its entirety fuck some pretty women come in here tuesdays gasps some soldier leave your fucking spears outside sunshine some volcano ominous rumbling and grumbling off in italics let the booze let the blood flow outside in the slightly chilly air where a crystal moon had shattered the rivermen paddle home silent as black raven crows the reeds seem to whisper nothing the rushes are muted unusually the stones refrain from song out of the clouds the moment comes shining suddenly my head comes alive with warmest sensations mexico filament tangerine realms as titanium is filled with blood thats all you can think of wherever the warmth is and you follow it till it turns curdled and cold leaving you shipwrecked and old on a mist phased coast abandoned…your post
today tripper
gotta creature all thumbs dumbed up pumped
my fender in some coliseum killed a roman pup
little jupiter says man this is so fucked up
them christians got all the good songs
anyway you sing em anyway you bring em
in old etruscan dancehall apollo was fretting his axe
fuck man he said i could do with some fuckin’ space
the wine is cheap the food is cold who the fuck do you think i am…?
i aint goin’ on until someone finds me some little iambic lamb
it was already 9 thirty man the crowd getting real uneasy
yeah i had some trouble with some ithacan cats
i dont wanna talk about it
fuck you baby too much nepenthe..a smack in the face wakes me up
i told you not to have too much of that nepenthe…she says and sways away
daedulus and the boys playing the iao iao iao album in its entirety
fuck some pretty women come in here tuesdays gasps some soldier
leave your fucking spears outside sunshine
some volcano ominous rumbling and grumbling off in italics
let the booze let the blood flow
outside in the slightly chilly air where a crystal moon had shattered
the rivermen paddle home silent as black raven crows
the reeds seem to whisper nothing the rushes are muted
unusually the stones refrain from song
out of the clouds the moment comes shining
suddenly my head comes alive with warmest sensations
mexico filament
tangerine realms as titanium is filled with blood
thats all you can think of wherever the warmth is
and you follow it till it turns curdled and cold
leaving you shipwrecked and old on a mist phased coast
child we move through vivid liquid days retina burn blue sky beyond all treatments we learn new steps in wilderness we take new drug in cocoons the warm waters within hidden inlets a rapid storm hurls me out on to a balcony where pines and gums vie for dumb darkness black falcon in the pitted night studded evening quilt of smells sounds conversations sleep so elusive like a phantom we chase lovely floating sensation a pleasant dizziness wings unfurled unfold child then you rise up and you see earths terrain pinnacled zenith into bottomless mine the suns of all skies dazzled your eyes the dawn of obedience and service to nature has arrived
tender
child we move through vivid liquid days
retina burn blue sky beyond all treatments
we learn new steps in wilderness
we take new drug in cocoons
the warm waters within hidden inlets
a rapid storm hurls me out on to a balcony
where pines and gums vie for dumb darkness
black falcon in the pitted night
studded evening quilt of smells sounds conversations
so that no lowly gnome will go unknown god on highest cloud allowed everything to be merged now i feel the terrible laziness of arabic summers and the eskimo torpor of long night the candle flickers the deep slumber of oak the rest of nature babes asleep in harvest moon windows and fireflies my eyes have been opened by the feeling of somnambulist dream the creeping snap of futures twigs in forest of time a’lonely way through blue paths of ordeal and pain magical fire which burns without cause we come to a clearing in sovereign starlight we walk up a hill to all our old schools we arrive at the beginning of everyones trouble we are there nearly there nearly there on damascus road we change our name we change our mind something now changes our heart how odd that we would be picked all of us out here in the cold how strange that our stone hearted souls are changed but the energy it takes to unravel this mess drags on and on like a dead wait of sand and the water in the wells is warm and dirty in your hands when we part company in june you go you others to preach in distant realm but others of us married children of the hyperborean race a dread menace hurled them southwards as they moved in adjacent planes the monarch of the underworlds beast in a storm some force to be beckoned with some pretence of defence but this in the days of telegraphic delays and sustain and decay the lovely gods in some buddhistic heaven never notice us through amorous hours and eyes of sway as they dance upon the rainbows that take them away in palace of pleasure then one day we will see the […]
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a gain
so that no lowly gnome will go unknown
god on highest cloud allowed everything to be merged
now i feel the terrible laziness of arabic summers
and the eskimo torpor of long night the candle flickers
the deep slumber of oak
the rest of nature
babes asleep in harvest moon windows and fireflies
my eyes have been opened by the feeling of somnambulist dream
the creeping snap of futures twigs in forest of time
a’lonely way through blue paths of ordeal and pain
magical fire which burns without cause
we come to a clearing in sovereign starlight
we walk up a hill to all our old schools
we arrive at the beginning of everyones trouble
we are there nearly there nearly there
on damascus road we change our name
we change our mind
something now changes our heart
how odd that we would be picked
all of us out here in the cold
how strange that our stone hearted souls are changed
but the energy it takes to unravel this mess
drags on and on like a dead wait of sand
and the water in the wells is warm and dirty in your hands
when we part company in june
you go you others to preach in distant realm
but others of us married children of the hyperborean race
a dread menace hurled them southwards
as they moved in adjacent planes
the monarch of the underworlds beast in a storm
some force to be beckoned with
some pretence of defence
but this in the days of telegraphic delays and sustain and decay
the lovely gods in some buddhistic heaven
never notice us through amorous hours and eyes of sway
as they dance upon the rainbows that take them away
in palace of pleasure then one day we will see
the maids of the holy will anoint us for sure
certainly we will be admitted they say
the glorious paths studded with wonders and buddhas and stuff
but now i am so tired my lights have been dimmed
i perceive this world as through a thin skin of the tiniest tin
http://www.adelaidenow.com.au/entertainment/music/john-farnham-tops-the-list-of-australias-greatest-singers-of-all-time/story-e6freeuu-1226610374225 i am actually counting myself lucky to be on that list. on a recent list of top guitarists while marty was rated highly peter didnt get a look in at all. which is totally wrong as he is in my opinion one of the most accomplished guitarists of all time from anywhere. it was a joke seeing some of the idiots that “beat” him…guys who shouldve stayed in the garage forever. but thats the problem. favourite or best? and there is a difference. in australia people really seem to think they like that screaming yelling belting it out style. like farnesy and barnsey. personally i find it anathema esp. barnesy . what an excruciating racket i literally cannot bear it! but people like it and you cant take that away from them. i am not a good singer per se. i am an individualistic kind of singer as they were kind to point out in the article. what i lose in range and power i make up for in other ways. i dont always go for cliched bluesy options . i use subtlety and sensitivity and stuff like that which doesnt always come across live. i am definitely better in the studio than live . i know i sometimes sing a bit outta tune live. i am not a natural singer either. i have struggled with it long and hard. and often it was style over actual singing. ie my apparent image and schtick was used to “cover up” that my singing was often flat . flat as a pancake. of course i had great words so that helped take your minds off my weaknesses a bit. barnsey and farnsey dont write words . they sing other peoples i guess and i usually hate the […]
i am actually counting myself lucky to be on that list.
on a recent list of top guitarists while marty was rated highly peter didnt get a look in at all. which is totally wrong as he is in my opinion one of the most accomplished guitarists of all time from anywhere. it was a joke seeing some of the idiots that “beat” him…guys who shouldve stayed in the garage forever. but thats the problem. favourite or best? and there is a difference. in australia people really seem to think they like that screaming yelling belting it out style. like farnesy and barnsey. personally i find it anathema esp. barnesy . what an excruciating racket i literally cannot bear it! but people like it and you cant take that away from them.
i am not a good singer per se. i am an individualistic kind of singer as they were kind to point out in the article. what i lose in range and power i make up for in other ways. i dont always go for cliched bluesy options . i use subtlety and sensitivity and stuff like that which doesnt always come across live. i am definitely better in the studio than live . i know i sometimes sing a bit outta tune live. i am not a natural singer either. i have struggled with it long and hard. and often it was style over actual singing. ie my apparent image and schtick was used to “cover up” that my singing was often flat . flat as a pancake. of course i had great words so that helped take your minds off my weaknesses a bit. barnsey and farnsey dont write words . they sing other peoples i guess and i usually hate the kind of overwrought malarkey(theres that word again!) that they come up with. but aussies lap it up. and the kinda aussies that lap B and F up would rather listen to a tap drip than hear my
brand of sing-speak …anyday…..
i was surprised that bernie from powderfinger rated so lowly. there is a real singers singer. a lovely melodic mellifluous voice. he can really sing.neil finn yes. what a singer! guy sebastian…that insipid tepid voice. jesus! do people really even listen to that stuff. i almost prefer B n F but only almost. grant n robert yes but they are like me in a way in that they use mannerisms to get over “defects” in range sustain etc. margot smith should have been on that list in a fair universe. she was a singers singer. iva davies and katie noonan…you couldnt argue with them, could you?
its subjective in the end. i’d rather tear my ears off than sit through one song of B n F or the Guy but i dont like beer or meat or footy or car racing. so i aint no arbiter of aussie taste.
above everything though i am a songwriter. and the singing just got tacked on the end. i started out pretty flat and lots of stylisation and mannerisms. but some people like that. i like that in singers too. sometimes. its as personal as you can get. why you like some singers and you cant stand others. sometimes you dont even know why that may be. you cant even articulate it. anyway thanks for all the nice comments . i’m glad you liked what i did with what i had. singing is a real mystery to me. i’ll never understand how it does what it does to us. goodnight. its late here in melbourne tonight. and ive been singing all night at a rehearsal……
goodnight my greedy the constant demand to be fed gone to my head im all dinnered up im all speechlessly and semi-articulated i dunno nuffing why look here for words of wishdom the prowling worms clasp our future i’m just this so goodnight
after the show is over everybody has their wine easter rain is falling out there where i am safe in my little room at the resort not far from the ocean the most easterly easter on the island someone sees me and says something i heard you were good thats a lie i say ha ha i feel so sleepy in my little room very unmagical struggling to keep it together to remain awake even tho its only 8 pm theres a whole byron bay out there wheeling dealing falling over flesh against flesh drug on drug i am alone in my cell i listen to rain i listen to weird sounds i listen to phones ringing on in wild silence and the advent of darkness and women singing in some garage and tyres screeching on another free way i am safe i am secure let that world outside drink and consume flesh it has no bearing on me i am safe and warm and dry and un noticed my familiar face in deep shadow my fingers tap this out incessantly the words fall into my brain i munch on a packet of hotel crisps my room is still and neutral i am satisfied i want for nothing i am unseen here all over the world things happen but not in here the show is over i did my bit singing dancing singing dancing showbiz kid…..hang on grimmly the crowd surges backstage is dark and warm different people cameramen and stuff wranglers anglers and fucking fandanglers people shake yer hand and walk by some rich old promoter waddling along some black svelte woman someones child a runner with a coffee for joe blow its a festival then youre on wow! then suddenly its all over and you forgot what […]
banged up after the garden the slow clop of the donkey up narrow street the cross at midnight empty cruel hammer and tack into your soft flesh searching in vain palm trees and red seas robbers and thieves but no one is joking that handsome ugly nondescript dark faced man silence splintered lamb the nails of beast in your hand some idiot bawling in your ear some cloud passing over the son some memory when things were easier some devilish woman some angelic man some hostile to change too stupid to want to tell no one of this you said no one no one how could man do this unto man? the clawed mallet smashes the jeering cheering same old crowd august unaware and far away one thing after another all of it leading up to this moment of agony
going crazy in this world six million animals executed every few days their blood is screaming out some new pope gets elected …big deal have they apologised yet for the inquisition and the witch burning? have they apologised for all the other atrocities committed in christs name? all the money theyve got …why dont they give that to the poor and needy do you think almighty god is represented by these clowns in their gold slippers and tiaras? do you think the force behind this universe and all life some ineffable glorious power …is his main man on earth this goose? one look at the flowers in my garden tells me no! one look at the ocean tells me no! child molesting greedy wealth-accruing cardinals …what an absolute joke meanwhile the west bombs children in the middle east …why? nothing is certain everything is a lie the filthy rich get filthier the beasts get slaughtered the children get molested and bombed cooking shows on tv with triple chinned “gourmets” and their love of meat as if its a product that just got there scientists (gee) say animals have feelings now…oh really…?! thanks for letting us know that scientists say (oh golly) that there is some mysterious event causing everything (really?) (but dont call it god!) i see the wages paid to australian politicians some of these lazy slobs are earning six grand a week while they figure out ways to reduce the dole for single mothers i dont vote i wont vote for what theyre the same thing gillard abbott whoever who cares anymore what about the beasts ? what about the poor? what about the children ? why do children with cancer have to sell raffle tickets while we are in afghanistan costing billions to protect australia? ha ha […]
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going crazy in this world
six million animals executed every few days
their blood is screaming out
some new pope gets elected …big deal
have they apologised yet for the inquisition and the witch burning?
have they apologised for all the other atrocities committed in christs name?
all the money theyve got …why dont they give that to the poor and needy
do you think almighty god is represented by these clowns in their gold slippers and tiaras?
do you think the force behind this universe and all life
some ineffable glorious power …is his main man on earth this goose?
one look at the flowers in my garden tells me no!
one look at the ocean tells me no!
child molesting greedy wealth-accruing cardinals …what an absolute joke
meanwhile the west bombs children in the middle east …why?
nothing is certain
everything is a lie
the filthy rich get filthier
the beasts get slaughtered
the children get molested and bombed
cooking shows on tv with triple chinned “gourmets” and their love of meat
as if its a product that just got there
scientists (gee) say animals have feelings now…oh really…?!
thanks for letting us know that
scientists say (oh golly) that there is some mysterious event causing everything (really?)
(but dont call it god!)
i see the wages paid to australian politicians
some of these lazy slobs are earning six grand a week
while they figure out ways to reduce the dole for single mothers
i dont vote
i wont vote
for what
theyre the same thing
gillard abbott whoever
who cares anymore
what about the beasts ?
what about the poor?
what about the children ?
why do children with cancer have to sell raffle tickets while we are in afghanistan costing billions
to protect australia? ha ha yeah sure!
meanwhile in america you can get assault weapons but hundreds of thousands in jail for pot
yeah that makes sense sure doesnt it?
thanks for protecting us
thanks for yer GMO food which is killing off the bees n butterflies
(there is no business on a dead planet!)
thanks for suppressing cancer cures and promoting your rotten legal drugs
thanks for the booze and cigarettes and big macs
thanks for yer chemi-trails and yer fucking fluoride
what can you believe?
i believe nothing
nothing
this computer age has unleashed a wave of disinformation
everything is probably bullshit (maybe)
they can tell you this n that
but they cant tell you who killed JFK or why building 7 fell down (for no reason)
going to the airport they take away your scissors
and tube of blah-gel in case youre a terrorist..oh ha ha ha indeed
yeah i’m taking over this plane with my toothpaste
flying it straight into the opera house for allah mc jesus and the pope frank the wanker…
look at the people who run this world!
deceitful carnivorous ugly bloated oafs and bags
turncoats and traitors they dont give a fuck about you
and if they did theyd lose their jobs
fatsos on tv trying to lose weight..is that entertainment?
vile radio hosts and brutish rascals inane twaddle for empty headed nobodies
today i listened to the church at the opera house itll be coming out soon its pretty fucking good i didnt think we could capture it but there it is everybody is playing a blinder never heard peter play more explosively yet incisively the band sound like a real band the only ever problem is my voice but even that is mainly (mainly) in tune sometimes i dont get everything right you can hear me lose my way a few times exhaustion had set in by this stage but i fought valiantly on even tho i was knackered beyond belief the orchestra sounds incredible words fail me what a catalogue what a sound what a performance theres a lot going on over 24 odd songs fuck its good i never thought a live album for us was right till i heard this accomplished yet still rocking rough and smooth at the same time maybe our definitive document great cross section of stuff too great to see so many songs from U23 i wish you all had it right now! soon they tell me soon…and dvd too….. soon……?! but there we can play live we had 80 odd people all playing at once its huge much bigger than ben hur and twice as rockin’!
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today i listened to the church at the opera house
itll be coming out soon
its pretty fucking good
i didnt think we could capture it but there it is
everybody is playing a blinder
never heard peter play more explosively yet incisively
the band sound like a real band
the only ever problem is my voice
but even that is mainly (mainly) in tune
sometimes i dont get everything right
you can hear me lose my way a few times
exhaustion had set in by this stage
but i fought valiantly on even tho i was knackered beyond belief
trepidation rapid intrepid never vapid i sear the seer here without whom etc people come n go i mean just dont they i swim in blue sea i fly thru green air i dream in black evening heavenly shades of night are fallen i am not a beastly man or human creature i mean this is a mistake surely are we pinned to this earth by time and life slipping all god is elusive god speak through me then speak through my fingers speak through my actions i am a lost thing thrown away i keep believing that something latitudes of eternal leisure await some of us justice dealt out of hand often trumping truth moon nude sister sky starred with thousands the cemetery gate awaits and yawns open some race some dawdle some take their sweet time time is sweet as it coats you in melting moments sunny days gone in a trice like a lollypop holiday in malta things start to disappear then arrows race off into forests random killing stoned angels fall from heaven chiselled devils tumble from gravestones the holy pope innocent who cut off childrens noses the witch burners and twitchy tragedians the lynch pins and tycoons the slow boys and the top knobs the monkey bars where you drink for peanuts kitten cafe with persian coffee and tabby toast hog headed astro-god pig face flowered trampled down the garden of the invalides you walk upon yon eggshell tombs and the grey sea from the arctic throbs around your stones and a mist from a mistless day no one is on the shore as you go down there what nightmare i wander has now enveloped me?
adjusting ionosphere
trepidation rapid intrepid never vapid
i sear the seer here without whom etc
people come n go i mean just dont they
i swim in blue sea i fly thru green air
i dream in black evening heavenly shades of night are fallen
i am not a beastly man or human creature
i mean this is a mistake surely
are we pinned to this earth by time and life slipping
all god is elusive
god speak through me then speak through my fingers
speak through my actions
i am a lost thing thrown away
i keep believing that something
latitudes of eternal leisure await some of us
justice dealt out of hand often trumping truth
moon nude sister sky starred with thousands
the cemetery gate awaits and yawns open
some race some dawdle some take their sweet time
time is sweet as it coats you in melting moments
sunny days gone in a trice like a lollypop holiday in malta
things start to disappear then
arrows race off into forests random killing
stoned angels fall from heaven
chiselled devils tumble from gravestones
the holy pope innocent who cut off childrens noses
the witch burners and twitchy tragedians
the lynch pins and tycoons the slow boys and the top knobs
the monkey bars where you drink for peanuts
kitten cafe with persian coffee and tabby toast
hog headed astro-god pig face flowered
trampled down the garden of the invalides
you walk upon yon eggshell tombs
and the grey sea from the arctic throbs around your stones
