The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

crown st chakra

arthur king nights round his table

the elite have all been innoculated

can you dig it

magic pretty bewildered by women and money

we all need our own in to this maze

spearmint of destiny

the shroud of huron

situationist hit

a proper gander at bible code dependency

i am in deep in your mind now

will you accept me ?

when the answer is unforthcoming

i retreat half cat half man

so lick my wound up time

fuck i could crush everything if i but had the strength

the cities of the planes

plazas of sub angelic choir

the thresh hold of all unknowable pain

slow ache of grief as mourning drags  into midnight

then i will advertise for the very best of men

i will solicit women from the lucky caste

and their fathers will bestow great treasurers upon me

i and only i shall be me; no more sharing

my contacts in the atmospherean world will ensure this in devon

oh i bring in every tiny god ever mentioned in weird erratic sutras

the formula for adorata

the existence of sumerian discs which undermine our science

the beast that still roams in southern italy some say is pan

the saracens who tripped out on hash and crashed in germany

the saints and the sluts of ninevehs first general strike

how to command the elements with rhythmic chance

as i enter apotheoses upon my steed one moon and sunday

twin serpents twined round the staff of event

and coincidence machined by fate which is really seemingly free willed

that is its all gone wrong and no one can bother

some try to leave while still in their present hides

yet i say that this is not possible

if the truth was behind one door and money behind the other

which would you choose?

there is no way around it

it obviously doesnt matter none of it does

or it matters to ourselves and then we are gone

reality will resume

some poet has written something no one reads

the handshake involves some grip …you might not know

the revolution will be in your heart of hearts

the meaning will become apparent for a short time next december

i know you like my song heres aversion

ambiguous day

i should know better

and

rapid/intrepid

a faint moon

whispering somewhere

you wake up and you cant remember

the island is divided

summer quarantine

winter strangers

the ocean has left

limbs of traffic amputated

even the trees

keep thinking its yesterday

keep remembering its tomorrow

semi-detached suburban mr james

to tell you the truth there is a lot happening at the moment

ok i guess i’ll just try n mention everything in random order

as is my want and my wont

first of all i was knocked off my chair

by the brilliance of the hammock track i sang on

its called “no agenda”

a classic case of having  a spliff

go into a bit of the old semantic hyper priming …you know….

then i sing it all a load of different ways

and timothy gg powles has pulled out all the stops

for tis he who am behind this lovely mix

he is a true master of the studio our timothy

i am totally over the moon with the song

very nice work to all involved

next

i’m playing at an italian restaurant on thursday night

here in sydney

its extremely lowkey

but i am seeing it as a chance to experiment with my raconteur carryon

it will be more intimate than i have ever been ever

i want me and the audience to feel at ease here

i want to let them see the real me whoever the fuck that is

its nobody really but its an interesting concept

i’m different everytime i run into myself

i say to myself you should try being me

so a small function room no more than 30/40

and me and my trusty guild 12 imbued with music

yeah entertain em

32 years of stories with the church

why this? why that ?

so be there its this thursday night in russell lea in sydney

uh i did this jello biafra gig at the forum 2 shows

i guess he certainly confused my expectations of him

anyway he has his kinda thing spoken word thing

a lot of it was this time examining the “occupy” movement

hes committed to good socialist sensible principles

he’d like sweden actually itd be his cuppa tea

so after jellos done his thing

they trot out some panellists including your ‘umble’ero

what the fuck do i know ?

so i mention the fact that money

and the monetary system are a big part of the problem

money corrupts almost everybody

so we need to get rid of money

and then i said

just coz there are many conspiracy theories

does not yet mean that the conspiracy does not exist

i believe there are certain international bankers

yeah you know those guys who bankrolled both sides

in some of those great big wars we seem to keep having

and these bankers also run the american reserve bank

sorry they are the reserve bank

it seems to me that we should take their influence into view

thirdly the spiritual component

its all maya for goodness sake

this life is a dream when youre dead

nothing to get hung about

anyway i didnt contribute that much

then the next day i swung over to m kennedys

who lives in leafy brunswick

we nailed four more songs and lo they were good

the church is on a national tour in dec so watch out!

most tickets are on sale now

this is our very best show so far

worth the $ just to hear p=a in its entirety

and u23 n starfish not bad either

sk premium continues to evolve in our head

soon we will have a premium only section on this site

where SKPers will be able to see and hear exclusive stuff

we will have merchandise soon including t shirts CDs bags etc

we are working on a way where i could be available for chats

(apparently bowie does this)

anyway theres stuff coming down the line

SKP will continue to hopefully  evolve

and everyone will be happy

viva the time being !

test pattern

when i was a kid

i was scouring all the music rags

looking for the next big thing

i read a small article on a band called television

in a mag called rock scene

it was written by patti smith

she wrote about this guy tom verlaines hands

how he was the kinda guy you’d wanna lose yer virginity to….

over the next few years there were tantalising references constantly

all of em saying how this band were incredible

johnny jewel a single (kinda strange but intriguing)

and bits and pieces until in 1977 the first album came out

of course it was called marquee moon

and verily it was all they said it would be

an incredible record

34 years later today

i got an email from some guys watching televisions current progress

co guitarist richard lloyd is out

and some other guy jimmy rip is in

theres a whole argument going down on youtube

richard lloyd weighing in slagging off tv

funny that people are interested in these ancient clashes

i met tv in 1988

he was opening for the church and peter murphy

he wanted to borrow my acoustic guitar

it was a black guild ..it got stolen n broke my heart

as soon as he played one note you could hear it was him

a totally unique approach dare i say virtuoso

pk sometimes has this effect like a total understanding

anyway tv was sposed to go on murphys bus

but within one second tv had some falling out with murph

and ended up on our bus for a whole tour

he started the night with a 30 minute set

alone with an acoustic he was kinda ordinary

he was very jokey in a bizarre way on and off stage

he was a total caffeine and nicotine man too

he was always wired tho he eschewed all other substances

television had been a huge influence on us all

we were all quite surprised n impressed to have tv with us

he treated me a bit like an annoying kid and i probably deserved it

i blabbed on to him all day about television ..why i liked them…

but he was bemused and sent me up a bit

we played monopoly for real money once on the bus

and tv bickered over the fuckin’ rules and argued the toss

eeerrr kil-bee lets see uh this triple double in jail rule

uh i think this is an uh english rule and uh i aint goin’ to jail..

how bizarre to be arguing monopoly rules with verlaine

somewhere in dakota or  wherever as we sped thru the night

as the tour progressed tv would come out each night and play with us

we did :you took and cortez the killer with 3 lead guitarists

3 of the very best you can get too

offstage however

tv was an incredible stingy miser arguing over every last cent literally

eerrr uh kil-bee uh you should pay an extra 75 cents for your share of the fries

this was one of the complaints on the you tube vids toms meanness

he was never very complimentary about richard lloyd either

lloyd didnt have anything to do with it if you listened to tv

he downplayed the guy right outta existence

it was unnecessary i thought to be so ungracious….

one day off in houston we went to this place

it was 1988 and you could record your vocal over a cassette backing

i sang my vocal over i left my heart in san francisco ( for DT)

tv got some old country n western track n giggled n whispered n muttered

he played it back to us convinced he’d found some new direction

one night  the phone rang in my room

eerr kil-bee eerr uh i’m down here in the bar with some divorcees

and i was ah wondrin’ if uh you could uh take one off my hands …

he was very charismatic and quite the ladies man

every night different women would seek him out backstage

strangely none seemed too bizarre for his taste

he had a little sweetie in every town

one morning we checked in some place early on the east coast

it was winter and snow lay on the ground

tv suggested a walk

and we hiked up this hill with a reservoir at the top

it was 630 in the morning and we interrupted something

cos suddenly about 10 big black guys were chasing us

baying for our blood

tv and i ran downhill into the woods

tv was like a thoroughbred horse leaping thru the trees

it was weird to be in such a pickle with a one time idol

anyway the stuff that happened onstage when he joined us was magic

he could coax a million sounds from a guitar trains and birds

and doppler effects and helicopters and guns ..anything..

but you could never see exactly how he did it …he was a true genius

we vaguely planned on recording together but his heart wasnt in it

we bickered over the financial details and that was it

i dont believe it would have worked out anyway

tv had some essential suspicious jokey sarcastic ny schtick

it was hard to get through it

he insulted lembo who was trying to manage him

and lembo couldnt see the financial gain

as opposed to the grief n pain that managing tv would bring

he was ungrateful in spades and just incredibly penny pinching

like a scrooge from brooklyn or something

it was an unnerving mixture

we drifted apart after the tour i never saw him again

marty played on on of  ‘is solo records

and the church did an insipid uninspired version of friction

funny seeing tv on that show in portugal just filmed lately

that same old cagey grin that same old tom cat jive

jesus what a character

ha ha

priest to cat

i exist in past so deep

so wide inside where wishes keep

and hide themselves from lights of day

the moon my sun for i live somewhere else

at night getting changed into stranger

i loiter in the shadow of madder lake ache

transformation of the face

howling leopard claws out of saint no saint

transformation of the body

i slink away into distant memory

a dull and uncertain threat sustaining through weary years

inside every beast that contains no man

they cut it open but it is empty

then they cut open the emptiness but it is unbearable

hidden there monsters like me from far antiquity

a museum of screaming gargoyles all unmarbled

i am the cat man in feline flux and fur

i am sick and old and hungry like hell

i visit the sleeping dead in their disturbing dream

and return to morning

still half kitty

who the fuck is writing this stuff.......?

my bizarre day

i fly to melbourne early to do press

met at airport by 2 lovelies the delightful smiling cake

and the aegean diamond  herself

who drive me around town

so far so good

i get to the first interview at the abc radio

before we go on

a guy comes up introduces himself

hes a novelist and we’re both on this show today

something is troubling him however

hes hesitant to say it exactly

hes about ten years younger than me and hes a very nice bloke

hes very articulate

and he goes at great lengths to be polite and gracious

to cut a long story short

he is currently “seeing” an old flame of mine

a famous old flame i have never really ever discussed much

shes not mentioned in my bob lurie bio at all

lately strangely i have been feeling her presence in my life

to set things straight

she was truly the first women or person i ever “loved”

whatever that word means to you or me  now or then

she was that person

after being in a few boring painful meaningless nothing much things

a short marriage to a women who was good looking and intelligent

but so unfulfilling for both of us

and then one day i met this particular person

i was 26 and pretty much single again

at 21 she was extremely girlish

she was reading the news at a radio station where i was being interviewed

i looked through the glass booth and we made eye contact

and her charisma and happiness and intelligence blasted me

i also had an incredible sense of familiarity instantly

we both felt the hand of fate

we recognised each other

i knew at once we would fall in love

i got an introduction and it all worked out

she came and saw my band play one night

and the next day i refused to go back to sydney

it was impossible

things happen in my life

and i cannot do otherwise but obey this feeling of destiny

like the way i hired marty on the spot…i just knew

i could  sometimes somehow remember the future…

well i stayed in melbourne

i remember the other geezas laughing and getting on the plane

but i hung around in melbourne and tracked her down

i had never done anything like that in my life

i was confident that this person would play her part in my life

we met up

she was everything i thought and more

larger than life and so thoughtful

so well bred

impeccable taste impeccable manners impeccable language

yet approachable with a musical laugh and strange emphatic eyes

she blew my socks off i guess you could say

we fell in deeply and fast

we were in truth each others first important thing

she obliterated everything before her with one easy smile

and she was yet young and naive and …..everything

for the next 2 years or so  81,82

i spent most of my time staying at her flat in south melbourne

she was delighted to show me round melbourne

a city that was always more my spiritual home than sydney

she got up early and went in to her job now on tv

it was apparent to me she would be a big star

no question in my mind

she had across the board appeal for everybody

she had all her bases covered

she was effortlessly “sexy” whatever the fuck that is ,she was

she was that without trying

and no one to my knowledge could resist her warm soothing voice

but she was not a fake

her dad was a silver haired handsome  pharmacist

her mother  an incredible beauty and ex-socialite or something

she had 5 brothers n sisters all goodlooking and charismatic

it was just one of those families …they were all kinda perfect

a stately family home

after dinner the gentlemen would retire drink a brandy

and play billiards in the billiards room

they were an elegant family

it was an honour to know them

they made me quite welcome even tho i was a pot smoking yob

my parents and my house werent anything like them

i was a bit impressed and intimidated

yet they were not snobs by any means

they were just a patrician type of family

they were good taste and never vulgar

they were like australian royalty or something

i could not find any fault with them or my girlfriend

she inspired many songs

i wrote many well known church songs to her and for her

to be in your eyes was a private song i wrote for her

but other people urged me to put it out there

i guess i didnt need much arm twisting

another song :disappear?

i wrote that as a lullaby for her on the spot

one sleepy afternoon strumming my guitar as she lay in bed half awake

many other songs too….you can figure em out if you want

we had amazing times together and rarely quarrelled

i believed we had something

we spent much time enjoying ourselves

we had money between us and some fame

and free time to goof off

and we had little holidays n stuff

am i allowed to say all this now?

is 30 years long enough for declassification ?

anyhow i met karin jansson in  late 82

and felt the hand of fate

i knew as soon as i saw her that we would have the twins

i could not alter it

me and the other girl parted company i guess

she was understanding and super unhysterical

she was sad but no fuss was made

i saw her once or twice after that

but it was kinda strange and it discontinued

she went on to fame and fortune

she had a few famous and not so famous boyfriends after me

she got married had kids and i never heard from her again

the case was closed

we never mentioned each other i guess

then lately i feel her moving again towards me somehow

on the way to this studio ive been thinking about her today

30 years ago today….i wonder what i was doing ….

anyway the author guy kinda says he thinks someone may mention it

someone has in fact mentioned it already it seems

he doesnt want it n she doesnt want it

but me…i cant guarantee him i wont talk about her if they ask

shes a bit of an icon with a serious reputation

i guess they dont want me reminiscing over our days

even tho so long ago

i come loaded with drug and hedonistic connotations

is it possible people may imagine how that youthful popstar

and that lovely and clever catholic

and soon to be famous girl next door type

whiled away a few years

when money and time and freedom were plentiful

people may imagine i was a bad influence upon her

people may imagine she was impressed by my schtick

most people probably dont imagine

how we had such a good thing and let it go just like that

i dont really understand it myself

its a bit of a mystery

anyway luckily i suppose because

after a strong spliff and a big cup of coffee

i was ready to yack my head off about anything

including and especially about her

despite the authors very reasonable hope i’d shut up if asked…

but they never asked

the author turns out to be a good guy

a serious contender in his field

a deep and weighty tome on something serious

at the airport i notice his books all over the place

the man is a top notch proper artistic type

the reviews from everywhere are glowing

paris washington new york london

the guy is doing very very well

i am pleased for them both i guess

they are both very clever and very gracious too

yet i am disturbed nonetheless….why?

the rest of my interviews today is just me raving on

i’m good at raving on

so its all at it should be

the other thing tho is weird

postscript

i see the geeza again later outside another radio station

he kinda blanks me

and gee

i had hoped they might invite me over for dinner one night

seriously…

or what……?

the listeners here as the beholder

if there is one thing that i am very pleasantly surprised about

it is martin kennedys and my decision to plunge into commissioned songwriting

the idea was initially martins which he casually mentioned one day

eventually after some thinking about it i kinda just blabbed it all out

on facebook of course

and left mk to sort out all the details

anyway the results have been astonishing to me i now admit

you see these commissioned songs still must have been excellent

they must have been intensely personal yet pleasantly universal

they must have had had integrity whatever they were about

and whomsoever they are for if indeed that was their purpose

regardless of anything else mk and i purvey integrity

we purvey humour too along with the gravitas

we do spiritual we do pop we do atmospheric ruminations

anyway the songs we have come up with have captivated me

first let me say some things about mk

he is getting incredibly good at this thing and better all the time

martins music is warm subtle understated deceptively simplistic elegant

somehow so far

he has had the inexplicable uncanny ability of creating a perfect track

every single time

he is very very very good at what he does

in this sense he is an artisan

he is realising the directions in your commission as actual music

he interprets your wishes and he is the prime mover in the process

the singing can only be a reaction to the music as per our process

the singing must be married to the music invisibly joined

but hats off to the guy who comes up with the music first

in this sense martin is the other guy in all those duos

those ones that comprise of the singer and the player

such is the division of our labour

although martin is now performing some excellent backing vocals

anyway he just has the knack the gift  the way

he has perceived his niche and he nails it constantly

he tailors this music for a vocal he hasnt heard yet

but  he’s  simultaneously suggesting it and preparing its way

he at this one particular thing is so on form right now

in fact he has proved himself to be an excellent collaborator

every track he has come up with has been of a shockingly high standard

a master craftsman he concocts the music methodically and with calm focus

no wild erratic genius

no touchy prima donna

no sulky ego

martins got the song and its waiting to go

its streamlined its versatile its timeless its classic style

its never messy awkward or bombastic

martins music has a certain intrinsic transparency and honesty

it achieves what it does not thru trickery or sheer grunt

but by an almost mathematical patterning of elements

as the various instruments react with and against each other

always a real sense of that trademark elegant simplicity

a quiet confidence is radiated

martins music has a strange spiritual component

although that is all you can really say and leave it at that

nonetheless it is clean positive healthy logical music

mk does not wallow in noise or discord or racket or dissonance

it is good music in all the many senses of the word

the music implies martins own quiet dedication to his craft

without drugs or headlines or nervous breakdowns or trauma

he sits down in his studio in his house

and he assembles brilliant music thoughtfully and seamlessly

endlessly recycling subtle devices (some of the same ones as me)

when i say this

i mean small phrases repeated against changing chords for example

whatever he does exactly i dont care to analyse that closely

his method is not in itself a mystery and it definitely yields results

yet it has some other mysterious ability to create magic

you can dissect it to a certain extent but the mystery remains

there is a magic at work here

but mk is an artisan in this context

and he is unique too…nothing else sounds like him

so i turn up n he gives me the music he has composed for each piece

but i think of martin as an architect in some sense as well

and his buildings would be sleek if thats what he did

and most of all

above everything else and its something you cant just expect

it is always evocative

and for me as well it evokes/invokes the singing

and this is my part of the gig now

i must sing this persons song for them now

in their words and mine which must and should intermingle

it has been delightful

that i have been able to use whole lines from the brief

ie someone has described something they wanted in the song

and lo! it has fallen into place for me as a complete line

of course like mk i am an artisan here

and i have twenty years on him working on my thing

and here i do my magic if i can

because somehow… these songs …some in particular are good

beyond any reasonable duty to be a good song for 1000 hard earned bucks

yes you expect a good song for that and youve a right to

youve trusted us to come up with something

something you cant even begin to imagine yourself

except you’ll know if its corny or unsuitable or condescending

i will admit now i have adopted other singers approaches more here

you see i am an artisan myself too in this regard as well

and i examine my palette of characters

to see who will sing each song

and i allow myself way more latitude than a normal song

because i am being commissioned to deliver something

for example i believe on albums like desire especially

bob dylan has a good way of approaching narrative lyric

a way of telling a story and certain techniques on many levels

the words themselves the timing the feeling of urgency etc

that strengthen and increase the songs ability to cast a spell

you know its just a singer and a song but somehow you are drawn in

the very best singers and songs draw you all the way in

until they are suddenly creating some actual magic

some intangible and beautiful resonance when it all adds up

mk and i are artisans at the service of any who can afford our expertise

of the 12 or 13 songs weve done so far i believe all but one hit the mark

ie the customers were satisfied (that is a gross modest understatement of course)

we tackled our brief

we got in the stuff they wanted

we got in the feelings and the possibility of personal touch

and then because we are such damn fine artisans

me and mk

weve accidentally come up with a few bona fide 4 minute gems

those people got lucky because some of them are brilliant songs

i mean i dunno what mk and i actually thought we would come up with

i knew theoretically we could make good on our promise of a decent song

listening to some of these however

we have delivered so much more something beautiful and moving too

the one crowd who were unsatisfied got their dough back from mk

they were opportunistic i believe

and could not possibly have complained unless they were ninnies

i recontextualised some mundane stuff and it sounded like lou or van

mk had the perfect music too

they got their money back

but they still had the song to use if they wanted

ironically they were well-to-do too..often it is that way

anyhow except for that we have succeeded in a nebulous gig

we have come up with some fantastic songs

and that in the end of the day

is really the main thing

and for me

it always will be

i know you know that

still i am very pleased at the success weve had

and i am genuinely pleased we can offer this to those who want it

a world class song

melodic concise intelligent and eminently listenable

we make it look easy

file under :

customized pop gems for discerning types

who want to commission a slice of genius for themselves.

results guaranteed

yet he

a famous actor feted luxuriantly in approaching china evening

why you all know the fellow : handsome but brainless

in his world not far from here

a different plane

hes spitting shakespeare and gargling ibsen

a marvellous play then that was set in eden

eve was played by dorothy gale

adam by  tolkien walker

yes i had a cameo as a cherub with a flaming sward

there was no internet at the euphrates cafe

the outside had no truck with the inside

the inside meanwhile looked out and shuddered

like the roman empire it was fun while it lasted

but here comes babylon the temple sluts flouncing along

israel saturated with convictions

gog and magog begin to condense within the storm

in one life i was pilate  slyly  questioning the christ

in the next i was improvising against a set theme of burlesque mayhem

wars and crusades knights and witches

the pope whispered burn those heathens and hells maw yawned wide

we just accepted everything like fools even though it was our world

on the threshold of hypnagogia

at the beginning of synaesthesia

(my lines come to me as if from a fog)

in one world a poet ,in another a madman

in one lane speeding ,in another standing still

i embody nobody so much as yourselves

gentlemen all we proceed in good faith (with our derringers cocked !)

but at night we strip away our clothes to reveal the pale monsters we really are

i must have a talk to my agent …he’s such a lazy type ……

my name is misspelled on the billboards in great cities you see

i was rather under the impression i was someone else

an impossible task and a scam of cosmic disproportion

i appear in the underworld and i wont be short of female companions

orpheus and his liar

marc bolans skull white strat

he was a celtic bard but atahualpa blocked the flow with his snow

and dionysius drop by drop rotting his muse from under him

i play someones brother from the aftermath which is finally ready

in no uncertain terms a bleak indictment of something or whatever it was

i measure my cloth against the majestic garment sky which terra dons at dawn

in some ways its easier to be a poet than anything else i suppose

an actor has to remember his lines but poets have forgotten everything

they stand around fountains gazing at fucking butterflies while actors toil

yes we toil and painters sweat it out in their fume of oil and hues

and musicians who must travel around

they beat on their drum they whistle their flute

the sculptor beating with hammer the face from the rock

the dancer limping and spraining a joint

long lonelinesses of authors doomed to be alone with their book

the magician must first juggle and cause rabbits to vanish

but what does a poet do but mutter his stuff

or write it down somewhere tho nobody cares

no director of drama no martyr to art

an actor i play yet another actor

a poet i sing the ether and wind

the christ was right

this is a bad time

kali yuga all over the place

in ten thousand years we will have a good laugh

things have a way of working out like that

i have been sent here by a time in your past

hired to impersonate a singer for a hypothetical position

the offer expired in spades during lent

and borrowed too we must not forget those forgotten items

the artist formally known as the time being is no longer extant

certainly not as you would understand it

he will henceforth be addressed as the time being

no italics no sandals no doubts no admission

all operators are probably having a cup of tea right now

its 12 28 and its raining; please dont jam the switchboard

nothing else moves on the streets

only poets and actors persevere into this dismal night

the actor plays a poet and the poet describes the actor

there has been no death of ego

there has been no opening left closure

actors and poets both have their lines , dont they…?

the actor may stumble

the poet may fall

the universe does not quake nor does the humble lamb

their god does not ever stoop to cruelty on their creatures

men are men and nothing more but sometimes often something less

brutes and fiends and devils abound

the ratbag and rake

the cad and the bounder and blackguard

the delinquent on fire in vandalistic self immolation

actors are required to represent them in films i guess

and poets who obliquely pour scorn

careful with their adjectives around old money

because the power  goes to the machines head

and the voltage enclosed in one mites life could light up andromeda

and i act out the one part of myself

and it goes on and on

until it collides with Eventually

A minor 7th

no mirror could reflect octobers grey eyes

no sky to hold its stars much less father a field

no meaning in its music which is birdsong and surf

no prophet in its sails no blue in its lagoon

no july in its june

no movement on earth as it hurtles ever on in darkness unmanned

no resistance to irresistible temptation …let it have us then

no scales to weigh good in one hand and evil in the other

no beautiful poem will shelter us from moloch or magog

too many words have been spilt already

too many warnings too many promises

too many times we wait until its too late

too late to tango too late to tangle with fate

too much bullshit not enough milk

too much fallout not enough bang

too much work not enough money

too much money not enough planet

too hot to be really cool anymore

too cool to be bothered  too detached to care

too soon too soon

soon the age of the elemental

soon the age of the child

soon the age you can fight in my  war

would you like one two or three…?

soon the fish will be hooking and cleaning themselves

soon the birds will fly away with the clouds

soon the east and the west will meet for dinner sometime

oh sorry it was all a mistake

oh good lets all be friends

oh thats all right for you

oh help me please i’m lost and alone

oh no i’m alright

i’m just a small boy on the wrong bus somewhere

its cold and raining outside

i feel the quiet and darkness

surround me like arms

out of body reply

despite impossibility infinity has been reached

time of its own accord with life on earth

a strange intelligence superimposes its will

subject to the moons position in your bed of sky

object to the verb to love

anger is the vermin feeding off my mind

lust is the entangler never far behind

but caution

we are beasts in magnetic fields

we are animals with our pinioned wings

we are cheetahs with the spots of dice

we are glad of our sadnesses

we dim starred galaxy spiral alien seeded superseded dna

my mama was a river in her mouth water reads

in medieval times the dog the cock the snake in the sack

the witches crucified by fire screamed the blues for jesus

the flames that consumed them burn somewhere still

death is a child that wanders a highway

gathering eons in its pale stiff fingers

what does it matter we all drown in time

and spat out somewhere further much further along

the ages move on they rise and they fall

they rise and they fall and they rise and they fall

one day and one night to brahma thats all