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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 […]

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….?

performing little tricks for you

in a hot wet city it could be new orleans or brisbane or houston or…. a thousand christmases open up ….. the warmth in the air the constant possibility of storm the imminent show marijuana and caffeine i stumble thru a market looking for gifts i never find instead i meet Lung Wong who gives me a massage after 5 minutes i say gimme an hour he works my old carcass over pushing in the pressure points i’m lying there listening to the drone of market conversations a christmas choir on one side a gentle blues band playing credence somewhere people laughing the humidity with its sudden channels of cooler air the old man works away and i submerge someplace so nice well you wanna know what heroin feels like….? it feels like this… the guy manipulates the points and the endorphins n serotonin come out a relaxing massage says the sign no it wasnt relaxing it was transcendental …. i go deep somewhere delicious i still hear and feel but from a great distance detached …as grant used to say….so detached…. time stops i drift in inner space afterwards feel like i’m floating along sixty bucks for that? christ its cheaper than the gear… and no withdrawals and its legal i go back to my lovely room n sleep listening to my tinnitus treatment i wanna thank the good people in my life for a great year they know who they are …the usual crowd…. the internet cafe i’m hanging at is about to shut down it is chrissy eve after all here me i got my music we gonna spend a noisy nite togetha on the stage 2nd night sellout here in brissie thank you lord thank you people thank everyone for me wont you….?

by the pool of isis iscariot

in a hot wet city it could be new orleans or brisbane or houston or….

a thousand christmases open up …..

the warmth in the air

the constant possibility of storm

the imminent show

marijuana and caffeine

i stumble thru a market looking for gifts i never find

instead i meet Lung Wong who gives me a massage

after 5 minutes i say gimme an hour

he works my old carcass over pushing in the pressure points

i’m lying there listening to the drone of market conversations

a christmas choir on one side

a gentle blues band playing credence somewhere

people laughing

the humidity with its sudden channels of cooler air

the old man works away and i submerge someplace so nice

well you wanna know what heroin feels like….? it feels like this…

the guy manipulates the points and the endorphins n serotonin come out

a relaxing massage says the sign

no it wasnt relaxing it was transcendental ….

i go deep somewhere delicious

i still hear and feel but from a great distance

detached …as grant used to say….so detached….

time stops

i drift in inner space

afterwards feel like i’m floating along

sixty bucks for that? christ its cheaper than the gear…

and no withdrawals and its legal

i go back to my lovely room n sleep listening to my tinnitus treatment

i wanna thank the good people in my life for a great year

they know who they are …the usual crowd….

the internet cafe i’m hanging at is about to shut down

it is chrissy eve after all here

me i got my music

we gonna spend a noisy nite togetha on the stage

2nd night sellout here in brissie

thank you lord thank you people

thank everyone for me

wont you….?

straddling the great contradictions of show biz

remain immune practice yoga avoid animal products pursue god n hedonism…who did you catch first…? surround yerself with the best put up with the foibles of geniuses pay homage to the masters reject philistinism derange your senses gladly but then make sure you can rearrange em seize the day imagine it all up give it everything tune in like a child never ever grow up be weird be lovely be a devil listen to your eyes see with our heart feel with your future appear all over the place no job too big or too small there are no guarantees so just actualise it if its in you ignore these words wish me luck kiss my effigy walk a mile in my souls go tell it on the mountain let my people go

magenta nocturne

remain immune

practice yoga

avoid animal products

pursue god n hedonism…who did you catch first…?

surround yerself with the best

put up with the foibles of geniuses

pay homage to the masters

reject philistinism

derange your senses gladly but then make sure you can rearrange em

seize the day

imagine it all up

give it everything

tune in like a child

never ever grow up

be weird

be lovely

be a devil

listen to your eyes

see with our heart

feel with your future

appear all over the place

no job too big or too small

there are no guarantees so just actualise it if its in you

ignore these words

wish me luck

kiss my effigy

walk a mile in my souls

go tell it on the mountain

let my people go

tentacle

who speaks thru me i am asking myself only the thin reedy voice of the future drowned out by a noisy past my poured ears my tendered arc we reach dimensional nebulae that unfold by intuition inside each burst lies the entropy it negates oh western spirit stumped by paradox who is it then who speaks through me? i am the tiniest voice you will never hear says something lodged deep in here hiding in fear babylon sirius at the feet of the sphynx the island that sinks its people however risen we emerge from a strange past drowning us out we never remember anything at all after its over but its ingrained and brained into you then though you feigned innocence no inner sense as if you saw for yourselves the realms of the dead not just the tombstones and flowers all around

advice from a caterpillarnew shot

who speaks thru me i am asking myself

only the thin reedy voice of the future drowned out by a noisy past

my poured ears

my tendered arc

we reach dimensional nebulae that unfold by intuition

inside each burst lies the entropy it negates

oh western spirit stumped by paradox

who is it then who speaks through me?

i am the tiniest voice you will never hear

says something lodged deep in here hiding in fear

babylon sirius at the feet of the sphynx

the island that sinks

its people however risen

we emerge from a strange past drowning us out

we never remember anything at all after its over

but its ingrained and brained into you

then though you feigned innocence no inner sense

as if you saw for yourselves the realms of the dead

not just the tombstones and flowers all around

days to confuse

the week started terribly when i found out our kate had passed away no more big smiles too soon too soon i hate that thing when you cry and your throat starts to ache kate i know you can read this craig told me you had starfish with you when you went that kinda makes me so happy and so sad i dont know whats going on here i hope things are calm and peaceful somewhere else my life hurtles into turbulence it surrounds me running from shadows last night we played the enmore theatre in syd we were good they say feel free to write a review here i’m sorry the meet n greet was unsatisfactory i’m a bit exhausted and i just put my heart n soul into it i shouldnt be meeting anyone i need to walk in the warm darkness outside i want to know if the children are asleep yet the rocknroll has poured outta me just as it poured in i’m just any-old bloke whose a bit dopey no point in meeting me ive done my thing and ive had enough but i’m sorry if it didnt work out for some reason i’m sorry if someone was rude i had spent all afternoon there trying to get it right we have just driven back from newcastle i have some more personal argy bargy in my life i have some things to contend with the creative side of me is outraged by the drain on resources i am out of balance last night i call on an energy to animate me and it does not fail to arrive i feel like i could levitate into the air it has finally happened anyway whatever it is too late but better than never we just laid 30 […]

and we've all known hurt

the week started terribly when i found out our kate had passed away

no more big smiles

too soon too soon

i hate that thing when you cry and your throat starts to ache

kate i know you can read this

craig told me you had starfish with you when you went

that kinda makes me so happy and so sad

i dont know whats going on here

i hope things are calm and peaceful somewhere else

my life hurtles into turbulence it surrounds me

running from shadows

last night we played the enmore theatre in syd

we were good they say

feel free to write a review here

i’m sorry the meet n greet was unsatisfactory

i’m a bit exhausted and i just put my heart n soul into it

i shouldnt be meeting anyone

i need to walk in the warm darkness outside

i want to know if the children are asleep yet

the rocknroll has poured outta me just as it poured in

i’m just any-old bloke whose a bit dopey

no point in meeting me

ive done my thing and ive had enough

but i’m sorry if it didnt work out for some reason

i’m sorry if someone was rude

i had spent all afternoon there trying to get it right

we have just driven back from newcastle

i have some more personal argy bargy in my life

i have some things to contend with

the creative side of me is outraged by the drain on resources

i am out of balance

last night i call on an energy to animate me

and it does not fail to arrive

i feel like i could levitate into the air

it has finally happened anyway whatever it is

too late but better than never

we just laid 30 odd top notch songs on the audience

i allow the music to flow thru me i dont grasp at it anymore

i have no message for the audience

i dont know what i’m doing

i’m reflecting something out there

some idea that is so vague and powerful

we did a good show

whatever we ever hoped to achieve surely we did last night

sure some ninny is gonna give us a bad review its inevitable

they dont like my interpretive dance whatever that is

i just do what that thing tells me to do

sometimes it tells me to dance because some music is for dancing

the characters in the songs animate one after another

its all so deliciously easy i mean i’m not even trying

i mustnt try …trying is the worse

i gotta be in it jump in boots n all i suppose

or risk hurting myself even more

last night i moved closer to invoking the thing

when it comes it takes care of everything

can you believe i’m saying the thing is playing and singing me

anyway being a good frontman dont solve no personal problems

the world is still out there

i am in conflict as i always have been

there cannot be the energy without the conflict i see that now

its weird to be a geezer that some think is the bees knees

whilst others think is the worst guy in the world

i am actually neither but you already knew that

its a pity its so confusing

isnt it ?

naked unabashed avarice but what would you expect a politician to do?

good on ya politicians of arstralia nice work on yer pay rise the minimum was $40, 000 a year raise but some lucky lazy shiny bums got a pay rise of $200,000 a year yep they were sure worth the extra four grand a fucking week…easy…!! of course they all a-greed they should get a raise of course they should those incredible clever wonderful people where would we be without em? juliar gillhead now gets more than obama…but shes worth it.. so charismatic so full of leadership and wisdom… ha ha THE PEOPLE OF AUSTRALIA SHOULD RISE UP AS ONE AND DENY THESE FUCKING JOKES THE EXTRA MONEY!!! THEY SHOULD HAVE THEIR WAGES LOWERED NOT RAISED!! THEY ARE A BURDEN ON US TAXPAYERS THEY ARE OVERPAID UNDERTALENTED SELFIMPORTANT GEESEBALLS THEY ARE DISPENSABLE DISPOSABLE FORGETTABLE FOOLS I RESENT THIS OUTRAGE WRITE TO THE BASTARDS AND TELL EM YOURE FURIOUS OVER THIS LATEST SPLURGE!! THIS IS A TRAVESTY I HATE THE WAY THEY CAN DO THIS BOTH SIDES NO DIFFERENCE PIGS WITH THEIR UGLY SNOUTS IN THE PUBLIC TROUGH THIS IS PATHETIC!

minister for greedy-ness

good on ya politicians of arstralia

nice work on yer pay rise

the minimum was $40, 000 a year raise

but some lucky lazy shiny bums got a pay rise of $200,000 a year

yep they were sure worth the extra four grand a fucking week…easy…!!

of course they all a-greed they should get a raise

of course they should

those incredible clever wonderful people

where would we be without em?

juliar gillhead now gets more than obama…but shes worth it..

so charismatic so full of leadership and wisdom…

ha ha

THE PEOPLE OF AUSTRALIA SHOULD RISE UP AS ONE

AND DENY THESE FUCKING JOKES THE EXTRA MONEY!!!
THEY SHOULD HAVE THEIR WAGES LOWERED NOT RAISED!!
THEY ARE A BURDEN ON US TAXPAYERS

THEY ARE OVERPAID UNDERTALENTED SELFIMPORTANT GEESEBALLS

THEY ARE DISPENSABLE DISPOSABLE FORGETTABLE FOOLS
I RESENT THIS OUTRAGE
WRITE TO THE BASTARDS AND TELL EM YOURE FURIOUS OVER THIS LATEST SPLURGE!!

THIS IS A TRAVESTY I HATE THE WAY THEY CAN DO THIS
BOTH SIDES NO DIFFERENCE

PIGS WITH THEIR UGLY SNOUTS IN THE PUBLIC TROUGH

THIS IS PATHETIC!

eye field

she without whom the cosmos could not breathe came with flaming wheels roll through heaven on highest love and all about well i believe at least the spirits exulted in their exalting the nightsky a’burst with orange sudden flare an ever red on crimson fire her chariot yoked to seven great stallions all snorting in their fury effulgence effervescing in her glorious wake she descends her triumph so obvious at first it appears too vague to apprehend a solar titan a colossal victory a darkening of the sky in memoriam afternoons of dull and distant warmness in ipso facto the way back to any eden in the realm of conjecture where an inkling sits on the throne in the fine print are the roughest words in the rude jab of dawn as she shoots up the rain let misery approach elsewhere you churls let no calamity overtake us here again life eventually numbs yes you may welcome it life is insidious yet tenuous i wonder then i sleep

pity bout the pitta

she without whom the cosmos could not breathe

came with flaming wheels roll through heaven on highest love

and all about well i believe at least the spirits exulted in their exalting

the nightsky a’burst with orange sudden flare an ever red on crimson fire

her chariot yoked to seven great stallions all snorting in their fury

effulgence effervescing in her glorious wake she descends

her triumph so obvious at first it appears too vague to apprehend

a solar titan a colossal victory a darkening of the sky

in memoriam afternoons of dull and distant warmness

in ipso facto the way back to any eden

in the realm of conjecture where an inkling sits on the throne

in the fine print are the roughest words

in the rude jab of dawn as she shoots up the rain

let misery approach elsewhere you churls

let no calamity overtake us here again

life eventually numbs yes you may welcome it

life is insidious yet tenuous

i wonder

then

i sleep

gig

out the back of the gig in woolly gong first night of the fast prefects future detour gonna do untinted 23 n a half pressed = borer self-fish wowee fiendsss are ya coming tonight? i sure hope so we start at six sharp, my ne’er-do-wells and droogies already done the acoustic shows in kincumber n milton x 2 having a ball my geese rocknroll !!

woolly gong manne

out the back of the gig in woolly gong

first night of the fast prefects future detour

gonna do untinted 23 n a half

pressed = borer

self-fish

wowee fiendsss

are ya coming tonight?

i sure hope so

we start at six sharp, my ne’er-do-wells and droogies

already done the acoustic shows in kincumber n milton x 2

having a ball my geese

rocknroll !!

excerpt from the time being diaries

june 1 the island at first appears uninhabited lazy game roam the fields strangely the insects leave me alone i wonder where the others are i wonder why we have been sent here today i had a dream that today was just a dream as the moon slowly turns over in the sky the cry of some sun set into a sky studded starred in inkiness violet swirl’d i remember how small we all are how very very small i notice sublime submarine frescoes in tiny rockpools in soft warm rain i pass through like my ghost i notice reeds on river banks bobbing in the wind there is no wind i hear natures undercurrent of photosynthesis the ferns absorb sweet light with a slight sigh of pleasure the trees and vines hasten towards the divine as tho on a line the drip drop drip of moisture in a cave the crackle of last years fires the girl beckoned to me or i seemed to think a brown skin angel in azure tidal streams she speared among the razor reefs with delicate tread she moved along the beach then gone into the whirling air the trees i have never seen before the bark is golden hued the leaves flap and bend in the wind yet there is no wind i wander beyond the wrecks i have seen the water is shallow but the sand sucks men under i shiver sometimes i long for hot water once i lay in a bath marbled and deep water warm filled with scented soap shaped flowers and oriental oils i ate toast and drank coffee in a cosy little cafe the lawns were all minted the houses were flowers the people seem like giants so ago they are to me now i have no […]

reinstate

june 1

the island at first appears uninhabited

lazy game roam the fields

strangely the insects leave me alone

i wonder where the others are

i wonder why we have been sent here

today i had a dream that today was just a dream

as the moon slowly turns over in the sky

the cry of some sun set into a sky

studded starred in inkiness violet swirl’d

i remember how small we all are

how very very small

i notice sublime submarine frescoes in tiny rockpools

in soft warm rain i pass through like my ghost

i notice reeds on river banks bobbing in the wind

there is no wind

i hear natures undercurrent of photosynthesis

the ferns absorb sweet light with a slight sigh of pleasure

the trees and vines hasten towards the divine as tho on a line

the drip drop drip of moisture in a cave

the crackle of last years fires

the girl beckoned to me or i seemed to think

a brown skin angel in azure tidal streams

she speared among the razor reefs with delicate tread

she moved along the beach then gone into the whirling air

the trees i have never seen before the bark is golden hued

the leaves flap and bend in the wind

yet there is no wind

i wander beyond the wrecks i have seen

the water is shallow but the sand sucks men under

i shiver sometimes i long for hot water

once i lay in a bath marbled and deep water warm

filled with scented soap shaped flowers and oriental oils

i ate toast and drank coffee in a cosy little cafe

the lawns were all minted the houses were flowers

the people seem like giants so ago they are to me now

i have no thirst but loneliness which blooms here wild

my hands are number than one ever could be 2 again

my fingers holding up something against the sky

then let it all begin

everything

on the roe d’again

dearly devoted ones i’m at perth airport waiting to fly back east well we played 2 shows so far and i must say we killed it (all modesty aside) first at homebake festival then at perths red hill auditorium (with the triffids) no i am not in the triffids this time but they sounded real good last night the church played like champions more i cannot say because of my incredible humidity except come and see us soon on our 3 album tour we are peaking (maaaan!) all my love your roving ninny kilbey