i dont know where to begin
today
a dark stormy day here
water deep and warm and green
i lose myself in it
the wind blows droplets away from me
like spirits leaving my body
no one at the pool
cept me and my brother
the shore is deserted
thunderheads heading towards us from
out there at sea
sydney crouches around the coast
going about its sleazy business
copsnrobbers
lawyers n judges
convenience store owners
dazzled in their fluorescent lights
travel agents and junkies
bell boys and rent boys
men working on the roads
bigshots in their penthouse suite
(dripping smug dollars and aftershave)
on days like this
baby birds disappear from nests
lizards scurry in the weeds
ants mobilise
children huddle in classrooms
while the south wind bangs on the roof
screaming and moaning
to be let inside
babies shudder in their sleep
dreaming of their last life
instruments detune
and the air passing over my guitars
makes all the strings resonate weirdly
faces appear at windows in empty houses
frail thin old ladies evaporate
i walk along my street
after i have written this
papers fly and whirl
lifting off from these bleak streets
i long to rise with them
fly out of this whole thing
earthbound
i trudge along
flowers fall off trees
metal comes down on metal
dogs go mad and attack their owners
lines come down
people tune in to strange shows
"manuel on the isle of marvels"
a strange boy finds a door in a tree
some giant birds hound him
he wakes up in an impossible room
its geometry is all wrong
its all in black and white
terrible omens are sighted
keep a low profile
on the run from the fucking philistines
no
i will never accept their feeble tripe
i will not watch their music
or eat their art
i dont wanna fill my available space
w/ gossip n war n fame n pschological bullshit
i am not a number
I AM A FREE MAN
im hiding from myself
even tho
i am beside myself
i dont recognise myself
its 11 08
its the last day ever
until tomorrow
the last blogg ever
till the next one
my last chance ever
unless you give me another
i forgot how to speak english
ive become a pillar of salt
i fuckin well packed it all in
smashed up my bass
poured scorn all over my paintings
and set em on fire
i bought a suit
i got a job
i joined the army
i got promoted
i invaded tir na nog
im trapped here forever
see ya round
sk
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i'm trapped here forever
Y yo sin la llave.
Cecilia
Un beso de miel
i fuckin well packed it all in
smashed up my bass
poured scorn all over my paintings
and set em on fire
i bought a suit
i got a job
i joined the army
i got promoted
i invaded tir na nog
Ack!! What a nightmare.
It would be a very sad day indeed when that happened.
Whenever the weather gets dark and stormy in Sydney, your blogs become more poetic!!! Like you said yourself, "i lose myself in it"!!!
Yeah I thought lil ol Bronte was gonna blow away last nite...
Woke up and everythin was shuddering so read the paper for a while & saw that a band called The Krunch were playing at the 3 Wise Monkey's - no kiddin
Surely it wasn't a secret warm up gig?
Dutch Pierre
its a blustry day as pooh would say :)
PS: The beard would have to go too
Dutch Pierre
Hey SK,
Next time someone asks me about the weather, do mind if I quote that blog.
I often write to a girl I know in Sweden and say bland things like
"Hi Snygging its really hot here in Melbourne" (usually rain, but you know).
Now if only I could write like that! Wow
Really enjoyed that, you can talk about the weather and or;
average day anytime.
Making the ordinary extraordinary as usual.
Thanks
MB
in tir-na'n-og, in tir-na'n-og,
no memory hath he of my face, no sorrow for my sorrow,
my flax is spun, my wheel is husht, and so I wait the morrow.
Incredible write!
Trying to give something back!
Hey I know you don't need it, but what can I do as a fan, well nothing except buy your records and feel that I'm the one getting a good deal.
Anyway I jumped on the Grant Lee Phillips forum a few weeks ago after he announced he was doing a church cover.
I said (in the Forum-General Discussion-Post New Album)that people should check out the under-rated stuff The Church have been doing the past 10-15years.
Anyway I was just hoping that I could get a few new converts for my favourite band and maybe they will buy all your albums.
My Post (New Album) in general discussion has scored around 900 views. Hope each one buy every album you have made.
Anyway in my own way that was the only way I could think of to give something back, raise the flag, spread the word and maybe convert a few to my church. Although, like the guy/gal said a few blogs ago I want to see you guys be the biggest band on the planet (you should be), but then again another part wants to keep you all to myself.
Cheers
DGray13
sk
have to share
this with you
driving
in the car
my 2 daughters
in the back seat
aent playing
"is this the beatles"
julia (7) asks?
"no it's the church"
laura (9) answers
i smile a broad
smile
love
diane
ps see you tomorrow
back from the storm
i hope
Interesting...a glance at the Previous Posts list (immediate right) looks like the scrumptious and eagerly-awaited song list of, say, a new Church album...
by my estimate profile view 4000 is only a week or so away.
Party time for us all at SKHQ.. Its an amazin feet.
Somewhere out there!
Somewhere inside
there is a universe with sk's name on it.
and lets all push ULTC
It needs to shake the heck out of the charts
as MWP would say "Come on..."?'
There is a SKHQ? Now that sounds a little organised to me!
Luv ur stuff SK
oh let me take care of you
your angst is killing me
this time round feels so long separated by destiny and karma
i forgot it was going to feel this way even after those many times before
i have to get it together
just one
last time
brother soul
you told me once
via a damaged satellite
extend
become
vibrate
i wrote it on a scrap of paper
and tucked it inside
my case of church cds
it's still there
hey, don't let dizzy spin
of this wierd old world
get you down, man
if any one of us here
will find that next plane
my moneyz on you
but
there is still work
to do here and now
follow your intuition
peace and love
Emerald Haunt in Overdrive,
the sun shines over Auckland city.
A twister shot thru yon yesterday,
taking with it some roofs & personals.
Back to work but not in a suit.
I miss the Coromandel and it's native lush.
I drive my train but there is no familiar clickety clack. Plenty of track for me run on but.
The sun sets in the West as it leaves us again for Sydney.
Qantas 44 follows suit, and chases the sun, it's next touchdown Kingsford Smith.
Sydney Sydney Sydney Sydney
seapool, surf & sleaze.
The Robin Hood serves $5 steak
The Beresford just a memory.
I must return when Auckland bores, as without my Church, everything's a chore.
Kilbey loaths it, that's no lie
and if I want to see him I'll have to fly.
Oh and Dutch is in love..
Paul
things move around ...
your guitar sometimes plays itself
~
once again...fucking brilliant...
read this blog listening to Radiohead singing 2&2=5 and it all made sense......
..and...have to love the 'Prisoner' reference.....
stay with us Mr Kilby...this is the real resistance......
wow, thats alot of words that my little brain is taking in
I love the way kids, animals and musicians behave so strangely on a windy day.
Sgt Kilbey :) - you make the ordinary sound extraordinary.
Who am I? You are number 6. Who is Number 1? That would be telling. What do you want? Information. You won't get it. By hook or by crook we will. Where am i!!!!!!? In the Village. Where is the Village?? Auckland. Where????.
Be seeing you!!!
Number One
Dutch Pierre is Number One The Bastard!!!
Oh no here comes his giant white bollock chasing me..
nite..
just ordered 'block' ep from church merch. Cain't wait!
Nice cover painting.
btw i'm waiting for k.hit prevs and rars vol3 and there's apparently some 'Kirtans' spiritual chants by a certain Mr. K - sounds ethereal. Looking forward to that.
hey sk, dunno if you know this guy, but he's a little pixie often reminding the world of it's absurdity. bit like you:
www.banksy.co.uk
What can I say...your blog is (almost) as strangely comforting as your voice...
Love it!
...and I want nothing that you're not.
My Saturn finger is better today.
Cecilia
Sublime! What more could I say?
Gilt Trip 1 and Egyptian Register both arrived this morning from Karmic Hit, along with Previews 3. Gonna go forget myself for a while... :-)
ryan
Oh, and Block EP is on its way too...
Incidentally, I bet you'd look good in a suit.
Nabooshnee neevouna aceesh neevarl? oobeedoobee!
I enjoy the way Bondi sometimes sounds like Flagler Beach where I live. It's a world away but your descriptions put thru my filter sound like home, Sun or Storms.
b
Diane:
You and your daughters rule!
egyptian register is feckin brilliant !
zammit
I don't have anything useful or clever to say, but I really enjoyed reading this and seeing the image of the door in the tree.
Ah beautiful sadness !
Ah meaningful images and words.
The tears of lucidity falling down my face
While polluted Paris quietens Outside my black&white living room
listening to Vangelis "See U later" cd
Memories of green (Blade Runner), jon anderson's voice...
Reading again "The Sorrows of Young Werther" which is also a diary by the way, after many years, the beginning makes me think U, Steve, are the same "genre d'homme" Goethe was, a great Romantic, fond of Shakespeare,Homer, higher and minute things, understanding... Sturm und Drang, U already referred to it...
Gratitude for showing the karmic path of wonders, in a "crude whirl" that forgets about tolerance.
Sometimes I feel U think of me. Eye Hope many here feel it too ! I am so proud of your trust in us, Muse Lovers.
Yes dear Bard, U are SO right to act like this, in this crazy world, it is SOW magic !
Love
http://www2.hn.psu.edu/faculty/jmanis/goethe/Sorrows-Young-Werther.pdf
Wakey wakey!!!!! where's Wednesday's BLOG??
Still in the oven!
Yes! I'm sure it will be *well done*!!..that wasn't too funny.
LOL!
A watched blog never boils!
I love days like that - it's like everthing is in flux and the future doesn't know quite which way to turn.
I love days like that - it's like everthing is in flux and the future doesn't know quite which way to turn.
sometimes melbourne dreams of sydney. lost myself in this.like making love when it's like entering a black hole and mutual annihilation hits and then transcendence...
xxxooo
Andromeda7
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