The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

warp n woof

silver lining up

on nights like this with sudden squalls

i cant be bothered trying too hard to harden this carapace

this car apace with liquid space

oh i flow

theres is more than this

oh i know

it lasts the dark pasts

lightening the under

over and over

evening arrival of the white hot chocolate stars

their noise drowns out the blackness

memory of today while it was everything  i will forget

the rain cannot hold itself back any longer

it falls with its diamond flashing glints

mostly black though and unseen

it is an implication rather than fact

it is sleep personified a thousand tiny times it hits

goodnight then

i travel through a storm in this accelerating house

and the vistas burst open

revealing what is to be

and

what it is to be hold it

adventures in the skin trade

bang on n on

antennae pluck stuff from thin air

brain processes it

sensibility filters it

genius refines it to a subtle form

individuality shapes it exquisite

love colours it

passion heats it up

compassion cools it down stops it burning

the emptiness is filled

something appears outta nowhere

nature steps in spirit blazing

the madwomen toss their heads and sing

we love you steven

but when the night arrives

i am even lonelier than before

before loneliness owned me solely unholy

before i owed my soul to some hole that i stole

before i swore that the door was out on the fourteenth floor

before before before

long before

n after the laughter that we bore we saw the true king appearing

uncompromised  he rose rising with the rosy dawn

but i digress

leg before wicked

mangled up in brew

singled out for a single cypher

you can hire a glyph

lamp of this world while we are still in it

still i imagine the sudden jolt of sentience

when patience exhausted you forced into a wall

the walls close sin on you

an award with no reward

if if if if if if if if if if

i rehearse at the opera house

on the steps under the blue spring australia sky

on a glorious sunday

well this is an impromptu speech……

famous geezers wander about

starlets and hospitality types

bottles of water

the sails of the house strain to pull upon us free

we break away and drift along on the sea

the deep green sea

under you

over me

strange days we live in

bad luck coming down the tube

weird coincidences abound

evil alignment

a hideous idiot causes more trouble for everyone

even hearing its voice makes my stomach churn

more drama more tension more angst

good things are happening too….!

i had a nice sold out gig in maitland nsw last night

yeah i did well

an evening with moi

i talk i sing i read i rave on n have a laff

i present an award on sunday at opera house

suddenly my marginal utility has increased

the church tour is selling well

my eldest twins turned up last week

tomorrow they leave with the doodles n scarlet

who are going to have 2 months in sweden incl/ white christmas

nk is going to the u.s. on sunday for some time

we need some time apart

i will be on my own n lord how i need a holiday

at least now i can get some work done

tho i will miss my kids bitterly

but i think they will enjoy sweden for a spell

i need a rest

im cracking up

one thing after another

blows for n against my empire

changing of the guard

no more hassles for a while i hope

im behind with my painting

im behind with my blogging

im behind with my music

im behind with my yoga n swimming

im behind with my emails

im behind with my friends who i have seemingly neglected

ive been tangled up in some stupid drama but soon i will be free

im just gonna do some reading n some writing

get my commissions done

enjoy summer

enjoy my tour

enjoy my own company

one day i will tell this story but its too raw now

i have some dear friends tho

i have a new personal manager whos gonna look after me

im gonna get stuck into what i do best : work!

looking forward to my church tour too

have you heard gb3 yet? its fucking great

kilbey kennedy coming soon

david neil is gonna get sorted

isidore is percolating in jeffrey cains brain

new church recordings

and loadsa wonderful showbiz opportunities

i need some space n time to recover from a mad sad bad six months

i need some peace n quiet n i need some friends

then i can churn out some more stuff i hope youll like

got some good people on my side

people liked my speech, eh?

yeah gimme my own fucking show then

wait till ya see me in my (borrowed ) expensive suit

premium sk coming soon on this site

there will be new stuff for the premium purchasers

its taking a bitta time but its coming

more music more vids more everything

sad to hear about james freud

i hate fucking alcohol

i’m sick of the chaos it causes

thats it i guess

im coming back better than ever

see you soon

aloha

goodbye woofle n doodles for a while

double blessings all round

huge storybook fish swim thru the waves

lucky old sun dance on the waves

mermen on the foamy rocks

i dive into this sea and i swim down into swirling green depths

when i surface its 5 thousand years ago and i kick sideways along

lost in this sea king vagabond all sunburnt and freckles

islands float past me

lovely islands in red sunsets

oh those lotus eaters stoned out of their dopey minds

that lotus elan in honey honey

those hazy dreamy dazes the sweet bloom

reach towards sleepy flesh

my men lie in the lotus den

slowly eating eating eating

chewing swallowing sitting back

everything maybe was just dream after that

no witch no nymph no giant no nothing

no gods coming n going in stupid visions

no men out there drowning

the storms subside

the wreckage drifts nonchalant

no cities on fire with screaming night

no monsters eating ships whole

no caves with dried flower no incense smoke

no wine no nepenthe no drug

i dont know

i imagine i’m home

wheres that?

in the distance

somewhere where there is rest

somewhere where there is peace

somewhere where there is love

love?

no ok its just the lotus talking

no love

no home

no peace

no rest

no

raining today

silver drops falling outta a grey sky

swim in the rain

sauna in the rain

walk in the rain

do yoga in the sunroom watching the rain

the street all wet n deserted

the street slippery and flooding

bedraggled birds

wish i was asleep

sleeping while the rain falls down

dreaming of water maybe i dunno

dreaming of sheets of water

clouds low n heavy

clear water streaming in gutters

dreaming of rainy seasons

dreaming of transparence

dreaming of  river

river of dreaming

slip from this world

slip thru its net

slip thru the sluice

so easy now to slip

away away away

why was i so frightened to slip away

when its so easy

so goddamn easy

gotta lot riding on it

heres me in 1985

i was talking to a reporter

a piece of my mind

all set to music

put into words

enamel finish

a soft transfer

a movement on a graph

ideas where do they come from

love where does  it go

money burn blow away

fall awake asleep

i cant be alone

push myself away

change events in the replay

i am anyway

cant hear what with my ears

my head knuckled down

000

eyes were stabbed by a ray

but i see real sad stuff

mother father of sick kids

it rains

cosmic influx of malevolence

power escapes as wrath

wrath seethes away as a hiss

we shot overhead

we head overshot

i dream a new end

i create monster

i tinker with hook line sinker

i fed ex document

i said word

i beg yer pardner

thats it

exhausted

sk n SK admire new thingy

last night

inducted hall o fame

wow

what does it all mean children

altho yer ‘umble hero needs no validation

still

still

still

there i was a big room full of tables

good i got my mother sitting next to me

what a character

she got to talk to tv host richard wilkins

that was more exciting than moi i guess

no she enjoyed it i think

i sat there watching all other geezers making speeches

i had no speech

suddenly i realized i was sitting there no speech no nothing

who the fuck was i gonna thank

i dunno

my mind was curiously empty

then when i was starting to chuck a few things together in my head

lindy morrison wanders over

the drummer from the go-bes

dont be so tense

ok

look how tense you are

am i

yeah look relax ok dont be tense

well….

just dont be tense

steven dont be SO TENSE!

jesus

they all have nice speeches

soon our time is nigh

megan washington who is australias wunderkind at the moment

does unguarded mo

pretty cool loadsa attitude

yeah i was pretty proud

(altho still dont like that song)

then jesus

george negus inducted us

crikey gawd

george negus a very heavyweight political journalist

a character with some fucking gravitas my fiendss

he inducted us

the guy from aust 60 minutes wow!

then i walk towards the stage

my mind is a friggin’ blank

and then

suddenly it came forth

as i had been trusting

the words fell outta the air into my head

i rambled on for 10 minutes or so

and i got it right

i cant remember what i said now

i dont wanna

but lo

the assembly judged my words to be good

many said ” that was the best speech i ever heard!”

well aw shucks

i trusted in the universe

the universe delivered me something

i guided it through my brain

and it came out i was lucky

i was lucky

i trusted but i still was lucky

i coulda croaked

i coulda  stood there empty handed n open mouthed

offending people n stuff but i didnt

i managed to get it right

then

the churchies played a couple of numbers

utmw of course

tantalised with strings couldnt hear em but know they were great

afterwards schmoozed a little

hey they all loved yer ‘umble hero ok??

yeah !

slumlord

the pendulum swings in its predicted arc

afternoon finds you with light as substance

and  your hair back an old time latticed A saint

intuitively forgetting everything just like i asked ya

out in the west its dirty and dry

i struggle to come up with even this

on the way to the citys door

microphoning along the burgeoned slip of a stream

my songs suddenly in sense-surround

i dream of vague wonders that twinkle out as i wake

fizzling in my lightly drizzled unsought thought

i vibrate gently under the room weight

i still think of harmony so far away

i scribble down something on a pad in a vestibule

i sit on another plane looking scared again

that night i hit a stage

like running into a wall like stopping dead

i assume my position the fetcher the carrier the uncertain one

bang goes drum twang throb move

some woman says something

i stop to listen

madelaine stowe screams silent in slo mo

someone edit my loop

someone come over bite

someone free these blondes someone pardon their sins

i hack through the redlight jungle

so dense on a rainy night

anxiety rides along watching me closely

a man says something

i understand he is very angry with me

i am not there i hear what hes saying tho

i sail overhead in my egotrap

i navigate the ways n why fors

i increase the bet

i shrink down small like im not at all

i must be hungry i am so empty

my recharge was unsuccessful

i should have followed the simple directions

i should heeded the prompts

morning began electric night ended nervous

the city swallows us the turbine carbides strangle

i crawl in the middle lanes as my plasma engine hesitates

i was a singer singing a song

a sing song sing along song

my song made em cry my song made em laugh

the words rushed out my throat i could not derail them

the words shot past my eyes

the words about the love in the song

i broke my songs back and i sent my song in shame

i researched my songs past

i showed up on my songs steppe

i touch my songs refrain with my mind finger

i was a some singer a singer gazelle a singer sunbeam a singer sowing machine

i was some singer singing in some silver shirt

i sang la la sha la la hi lo how do you know

im a strange person arent i ha ha ha

i sink my teef in to it

i sing baby baby baby baby baby baby baby

my winged words fly swift like darts

my crushed velvet knight his lance a lot

suitor for the sea nymph

waters wrong with this picture

i sing something about something good

i sang something bout something bad real bad

love wrong gone along song

a long along song

help you long your way

thats ok

its perfectly ok!

a reasonably full house

an amazing band

the incredible music of glenn bennie

philippa sang beautifully

ricky on 12 string ac

me jumping about loving every minute

we verily n truly doth rock

rock we came for rock we did

wonderful stuff

glenns stuff is like no one elses in this whole world

powerful moody evocative stuff

i sang well ….didnt i

the band played a fucking blinder

these guys are tight n they are on

a great night

please i dont know what else to say

except it was a rare perfect night a dream gig

please put some reviews in here

jasperina ? di n therese ?

tell em how good it was

the wilde chiilde?

go on review it!

love on you all

if youre in melby you better come

much much love on all of ya

kilbey

before sk suave skin care

after sk suave skin care

baby i am the knight of wands

baby i am the hanged man

well hung and well rid of

baby i am the winged bull

that persian beastly thing whatever song he sing

yeah i guess old lady fortune suddenly appeared in my room

the feeling of cold the smell of some sickly sweet perfume

she says oh steven you handsome old thing

(me : me….? shucks)

steven she says no listen

all this occult malarkey is driving you crazy

i say lady fortune what do you mean

she says my man you are under psychic attack…!

the doors blew open

the curtains moving by themselves

i was living in alexandria

isis appeared to be right next door

i was drowning in ankhs and frankincense

i was a tomb robber i was a room temperature toblerone

i was high on mandrake mixed by my aunt down in melbourne

sitting between the sphinxes paws i was given the third degree

the masons were banging on my psyche

the illuminati were monitoring my monitors

justine love waiting at the aeropuerte

the killer awoke before dawn

a woman taken by the wind

spirits marching in the hall

phantom soldiers at the cenotaph

my ouija board was going beserk

the ichor boiled over

the ambrosia had gone off

the nymphs had sore lymphs

the dryads had been sent by the triads

the night gave way to a gold leaf dawn

i sent rosy cross to get me a christian wolf

things went bad out the back

i was a druid but i couldnt get the staff

i was a wizard coz i weared the star

i pronounced my tantric mantra

i invoked uriel behind me

my priestesses rent the veil

lord is my shepherd i shall not wont

and then

and then it all stopped

alone in my apartment above miracle street

my eyes stinging from the ectoplasmic spray

i dialled some minor devil

666

666

1313

we are unable to take your call right now

please leave a short message and we’ll get back to ya

fuck!

and the all night alchemist on the corner was shut

no henbane without prescription

ok

just another night in the multiverse

just another day on the otherside

there there!