who knows
who knows
anything
not me
where are you
in breakfast room amsta hotel
how was the gig
good
good?
good
tired drunk stoned n good good
but not scintillatingly good
just good
in a loud numb rocknroll good
wham bam a lop bam ka boom
sound rushing in my ears like a river
drowning in electronic racket
bass like a rubbery throb boom boom boom
the words
who dealt this hand
sing
poor singer
singer poor
pour it all out
sort it all out
yeah yeah cruising down this shuddering info hiway
posting posting posting
my life......
can you imagine
so tired
im so tired
sleep sleep sleep
stoned n over n out
green genie out of its bottle
the white widow is following me
with the body of shiva
but i get up n do yoga
i eat bread n jam for brekfast
i do qi gong in my narrow cell like room
i squeeze in all the prana i can get
im worn out
need to fade to black
too much life
head heavy
aching head
so many mistakes
i make so many mistakes
always getting it wrong wrong wrong
heavy headaching hangover
eyes photosensitive
the grey holland spring sky dazzles me eyes
the clock on wall goes tick tick never tock
it s noon
another day on erf
another gig to play
2morrow long drive
but tonite
utrecht holland
you gotta love it baby
you gotta let it roll
you gotta thank lord vishnu
for another chance to rock
the most liberal n sensible country on earth
good on ya nederlands
its on
lemme rock
its only natural
soon
i will
rest
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84 comments:
Alcohol and spirituality sure do mix.
wish you'd put up some more fotos....
I'm glad it went well.
Although like the rest of us you make mistakes, so often you get it bang on. Love and peace to you SK.
Dave M
xx
Trust me we're not that sensible here in the Netherlands. Back to the 50's is right round the corner, if we're not careful.
your'e a regular rock n roll animal
under that thin facade aren't you?
now wrest that weary head.
peace,
andy L.
you guys should change the band name to
"The Unborn Hindus"
and be tour sluts in India
Isn't the netherlands where a small group wanted to change child sex laws???? A petaphile political party if you will... Sick stuff...
That's a little too liberal for me...
Enjoy your day among the freaks of the world...
Tired male
struggles on
feet heavy
head aching
covering miles
winning battles
but never satisfied
doubt returns
mind starts up
that damn questioning
again
'why are we doing this ?'
'because we gotta'
'why do we "gotta" ?'
'cos a man's gotta do wotta man's gotta do'
Dunno why, but something in this blog reminds me of the masculine confusion and tiredness of "Man":
"We press on and on
Funny how the future's always waiting for you...
...We cast out our nets
Drag up the struggling contents surely
We must not forget
That hunger looms...
...The shadows/drugs that stalk you"
hair of the dog?
thanks for me sweet transaction, me shiva goods, have fun tonite...
mjnjr
Sweet dreams & sleep for your weary head ... twillies soon! Look after Thor in Copenhagen!
x
My best to you Veleska, hope yr ok? xxx
Friar, I must entreat your pains I think
To do what, missy signior?
To bind me or undo me; one of them
(but neither to chain)
a Benedicktion for the travel weary
tripped in the lamp lost and found
lid ;)
in green smoke the haze clears
sweet incense good to the senses
no longer thick and heavy in the air
pardon me for my mistakes,
born to speak mirth not matter
then there was a star danced
oh happy occasion the fortunate
gene genie
what do you wish for?
what will you drink tonight?
Love
Freedom
Love
and images of sights yet unseen
soul elevated in the flip of the mirror
into prism reflex or electric sensor
modern pixels meet old fashioned salt printing
ambient stills
a moment to be held
in the head hand and heart
and to be seen
each day to next
melting clocks
numbers and hands liquid slide in the desert
8 seconds seem like an eternity has already past
yet soon to rest in time
hope full and thank full
for another day to be present
Amsterdam has some of the best chocochip cookies
I hear
how good is that jazz man?
delicious!
what a treat
~
just breathe man...
aww sk,
i hope you can sleep soon, everything looks/sounds different when you are tired.
keep rockin',
xo peace k@t
"~ said" and "malcom urkey" are the same person. listen to the voices in your head. Just be weary when you have a conversation with them.
very
"~ said, Put down the pen, man! Step away from the keyboard!"
some people write from experience
some people write with ancient inspiration
some people write without heart
where do you fit in?
~ said, "what a treat"
????!!!!
you crack me up. scintillating!!!!
don't imagine...
you can't imagine...
ka boom
ba room
eat it
think it
be it
dream it
the bottom fell out
a long time ago...
who knows?
why know?
xxo
...but wait
there's more to be
said.
Oh well, a "good" gig aint too bad I guess. Holland sounds like a nice place...I hope you get a chance to rest there sk. Maybe go for a long, long walk and when no-one's looking, do as that creepy Tiny Tim used to sing and "tiptoe....through the tulips....with me"
Lots of love,
Amanda
xxxxxxxx genx
dream this dream
fingers type at reasaon like a
chicken pecks @
dust
inflect reason, time's reason
the being before
there
was the
beginning
this
holly reason now & forever;
good now
and forever...
***
this this,
this now,
this reason
to be.
i've waited &
watched...
I've come & i've
gone...
more is less
less is
less
than i could've
known...
to be,
or to be here again?
is that a question?
I have always loved
u,
you, more than i
i
more
than this
***
or
to be
more or less
than this,
this
now,
this reason
to be...
i am,
i am not...
i will be,
i shall not...
***
less is
more
unless
you decide it is
or it isn't?
what then?
***
time has
run out
the bottom is gone,
the vast
nothing which we
are
has beckoned us,
again
***
we are the nothingness,
a sad
joy
a
song
between that,
that is...
and
between what is perceived
to be
***
real...
imaginary...
?
***
but i've said too
much
Another song about you and us. Judgement is passed, ok J, now enter under....
Joseph Arthur
Speed of Light
Good night New Orleans
Things are exactly as they seem
But I'm nowhere around
Hello Mexico
You're where I was told to go
If I don't want to be found
There's no end to the winter
Waking at the break of dawn
In the middle of summer
Living at the speed of light
Someday we may
See each other and look the other way
But I'll love you just the same
And if you hate your life
Just remember there used to be a time
When we could not feel a thing
In my heart is a hunger
I will never give away
Just try and stop from going under
'Till the dawn of judgment day
Living at the speed of light
Living at the speed of light
Living at the speed of light
And burning your love on the way
Burning your love away
---------------------------
God Steve you are such a judgemental fuck lately.
Vishnu was wrong
Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened your face of melting in snow?
Now it looks like this
And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down
No, nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd hit out
If you only knew who to hit
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'Cause I need it now
To take the cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I can't let you go
I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down
Oh, it hurts baby
What are we going to do? Now it's all been said
No new ideas in the house and every book has been read
And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
And you can build
And I can will
And you can call
I can't wait until
You can stash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
And I know that the tide is turning 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down
------------------------------\
Steve ya bastard grumpy vegan, smarten up. You are wating your judgements
ccept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. One man's faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.
One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.
Oh God I feel for you. All please accept the word of jesus and let us leave in peace and walk on away from the coming hell.
And flying is a sin no?
Steve.
Is the song LEVERAGE THE WORST CHRISTIAN BLASPHEMY POSSIBLE?
Question: "What is the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit?"
Answer: The case of "blasphemy against the Spirit" in the New Testament is mentioned in Mark 3:22-30 and in Matthew 12:22-32. The term blasphemy may be generally defined as "defiant irreverence." We would apply the term to such sins as cursing God, or willfully degrading things relating to God. It is also attributing some evil to God, or denying Him some good that we should attribute to Him. This case of blasphemy, however, is a specific one, called "THE blasphemy against the Holy Spirit" in Matthew 12:31. In Matthew 12:31-32, the Pharisees, having witnessed irrefutable proof that Jesus was working miracles in the power of the Holy Spirit, claimed instead that the Lord was possessed by the demon "Beelzebub" (Matthew 12:24). Now notice that in Mark 3:30 Jesus is very specific about what exactly they did to commit "the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit."
This blasphemy has to do with someone accusing Jesus Christ of being demon-possessed instead of Spirit-filled. There are other ways to blaspheme the Holy Spirit, but this was "THE" unpardonable blasphemy. As a result, the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit cannot be duplicated today. Jesus Christ is not on earth. but seated at the right Hand of God. No one can witness Jesus Christ performing a miracle and then attribute that power to Satan instead of the Spirit. Although there is no blasphemy of the Spirit today, we should always keep in mind there is an unpardonable state of existence--the state of continued unbelief. There is no pardon for a person who dies in unbelief. Continual rejection of the Holy Spirit’s promptings to trust in Jesus Christ is the unpardonable blasphemy. Remember what is stated in John 3:16, "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have eternal life." The only condition when someone would have no forgiveness is if that someone is not among the "whoever believes in Him."
--------------------
yeah CHURCH singing songs like this ? Why do you accept to be blind on anything that came after VISHNU?
Leverage
[revised July 10, 2006]
Wherever you are
That's when you find me
No matter how hard
Wherever you'll look
Wherever you are
Dead ahead [2:05] you'll find...
Whatever you are
That's ??? [2:32]
No reason for doubt
Go ahead and go out
The heaven you saw
Whatever you saw
Whatever you are
That's my ??? [2:58]
And we walk towards it
And ask God who's trusted
And we walk towards it
Fairy dust encrusted
[3:31] And all would not miss
And felicity sunk it
And it's tickled our lips
I wish you would just stop it
Whatever you are
Whatever you are
Whatever you are
Whatever you are
(Oh Krishna, Oh Rama, Oh Vishnu, Narayana)
[repeated 3 more times]
(Oh Krishna, Oh Rama, Oh Vishnu, Narayana)
[repeated 4 more times
I saw you Steve being born as a poor blind boy begging for money ion India circa 2043 begging to get money for a sitar.....
Well it can be changed but you can't be so foolish man. Wake up to your ascended messenger. Accept it. I know you and you are urged by me to open to the eternal beyond the hell coming...
-----------------------
"Running To Stand Still"
And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where we're going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day
Ah la la de day
Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing...ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will...
Suffer the needle chill
She's running to stand...
Still.
you are so on the line you are worth it man.
love you so much. me no dummy, me work for you in more ways than one.
few see this.... love is a returned favour
I'll tell thee what, prince;
a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour.
Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear
nothing handsome about him.
Let me love you, let me rescue you........ahhhhhhhh
malcolm
duh, of course he will be nude not telling a soul but one
oh-kay then
The Male Muses
They’re long forgotten, really.
They didn’t have their sisters’ press agents.
The Greeks, who named the gods like Adam named the animals,
Forgot about them. A great injustice.
But what do expect from a bunch of men,
And Sappho?
Their sisters, the famous Muses, the ones with names
Were great teases. Still are.
A hint of laughter from across the bay,
A flash of thighs vanishing beneath the water,
A shade of nipple under diaphanous cloth,
And some unfortunate man’s heart would enflame itself
And demand to be poured out in poetry, in song, in painting.
Longing—that’s what they’re all about.
The haunting emptiness. The promise.
The burning that maybe someday, somehow, could be relieved.
For a little while.
And so the poets, the artists, the would-be lovers
Parade their arts like peacocks.
"Look at me. Look at me. I am so talented.
Look at what I will do to win you."
And the girls, the Muses, do they even like poetry?
Who knows? I’m sure they find it amusing.
But the male Muses are quite different.
They like their anonymity, I suppose.
It gives them room to work their magic.
Solitary creatures, attractive, comfortable—not stunning
They like to hang out in beautiful places,
Canyons, mountaintops, waterfalls—that sort of thing,
On days when the weather is perfect.
They want you looking at the scenery.
They’re waiting for you there.
They don’t do longing. They don’t do emptiness.
They come to you at those moments when the colors are just too bright,
When the crashing water is so loud you can’t hear your own laughter.
They come to you when all your words, all your gestures,
All the things that you do, that people like you do,
Are not enough.
To smile, to say, "Hey, that’s good"
Would be a desecration.
The male Muses are about fullness.
You’ll know they have come
When you are about to explode from your fullness.
When you have to sing, you have to dance,
You have to do something that you (or people like you)
Couldn’t possibly do.
Then you’ll know them.
The Art inspired by the male Muses
Comes after the magic moment, not before.
It is not the wooing, it is the Child.
And who can blame the mothers
If they lose themselves in their children?
Who can blame them if the Muse, the man,
Vanishes from memory like the morning mist
In the strength of the summer Sun?
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
FORGET IT
IT ALL
ALL ENOUGH
ENOUGH
ENOUGH FOR
NOW
NOW THAT IS
IS?
IS IS?
RIGHT?
WHO KNOWS...
WHY KNOW?
FORGET
I
SAID
ANYTHING...
when you get into penetration....its all down down down....
so just like me....write me
who the fuck is she/he/it muse??
i'm as helpless as the smallest leaf.....
oh i get it. the miscreation....
read above for the miscreation
Steve you write the muses words but do you listen to them??
All right.....
oh you fools....
building planes now that will run 10 fold.....into 2 big czars that will not be cold....oh i shall cast with you to the next one....one after...
evolution.....we got the great goods, the material lux.....then we left for another big time....left those old czars in their pollutin cars......slay the dragon then eatem. yum....
its fuckin a drag gettin no recognition for the help you imped me about. I should repost it here.....in a day or two...gives ya time to thank for the fields of glory or something......you gotta chance or this blog bites with spankings
been sitting here calypso
nearly jan 7,68
way past the hour of my release
play on my lines???
then burning in the choir
16 revelations about Steve Kilbey, 32 of God, no..one of Jesus. 17 years of deep trance. Page jeans. One subject kilbery. Will not give up. Get used to it.
1 of an ET
that ET = looked like Jesus but also like those aliens faces.
Not talkjing ABVOUT THE veedish HAPPNING ENDING.....ANOTHERT STORY.....
i GONNA GET MERCEDES
yeah
Vishnu=fired dictator of the creator replaced by Jesus
They are serious about it too. 1/1000000 GET TO SPREAD THE FAM (INE) ILY BEYOND
Happens every planet they say.
mORE CCENTRICIT6Y
STEVE STOP IT ALL. STOP SINGING. STOP WRITING MUSE. MY WOR5DS REPLACED THE SONGS AFTER COLDPLAY X=Y
OVER
REPLAY SAVIOR
CONFUSION
YOPU FALKE IT TILL YA MAKE IT
OR SIITAR HANDS OUT YEAH!!!
I WAS JUST A HOLOGLENN
PEOPLE PUSH POAST PERFUME SWEAT PEOPLE SHOUT......
hell is me!!!!!
WHO IS WHO, WHO IS WHO????
DRIVWER TURNS AROUND, THIS WILLL BE YOUR STOP......
Holland is a friendly and hospitable haven for vegans and people who love to drink. Steve Kilbey is alive and he has the right to imbibe.
TIRED
NOT MAKING
ANY SENSE
LOOK FOR ME
U'LL FIND ME
ALTHOUGH I'M NOT SURE
THE DIFFERENCE
FROM HERE TO THERE...
FORGET IT...
FORGET ME
FORGET EVERYTHING...
FIND YOURSELF
ALL ELSE
NEVER MATTERED
TO
ME
get a fucking life......."the world keeps spinning,people keep singing.......All the rest is just bullshit.........g x
and we all get a free trip around the sun each year......just enjoy it ....stop reading too many books....find an original idea for goodness sake......it would do you some good/g x
my,my,
don't we have some clever,important people on here.
hugs to valeska,
good luck with the test tomorrow.
you'll be fine.
healing wishes,
andy.
Geez, I thought this was the Space Rocker's blog. I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition.
Hope you find some peaceful rest, SK, and re-energize so you can knock 'em dead for the rest of your gigs.
~S.x
is everyone tripping or what?
Albert,
Some such strange bull
leap'd your father's blog, err, cow
And got a calf
in that same noble feat
Much like to you,
for you have just his bleat.
err some unusual comments provoked by todays blog steve, err i just wanted to wish you well, love to the band and tiaree, hope you get some rest.
out of curiosity, i did a
google "blog search"
for...
[peach juice "cunning linguist"]
there was only this ONE result!
...a reference to a website with only this ONE entry!!
so what does it all mean???
that border guard was a very wise man indeed!...
"The pacifist ethic to bear insults without complaint and to turn the other cheek is related to the ethic to love one's enemy. Here the emphasis is as much on the individual's internal attitude as it is upon the other's welfare. If a person responds to evil in anger or self-defense, he becomes attached to the evil and it can dominate him. The anger and hatred of his attacker is transmuted into his own anger and resentment at being a victim, and he loses his balance and spiritual strength. But by bearing and accepting insults and abuse without diminution of his own goodwill and mental concentration, he can stay above the hatred and preserve a foundation of spiritual independence and self-possession."
~
Isis
Osiris
the patrons of music and poetry
Plato certain they existed in Egypt 10,000 years
the sound
the words
the colours
of such a divine nature only begotten as a gift from the creator
like fire
it burns as it must
it burns as it must
the first instrument
Lyre
strings stretched across the concavity of a turtle shell
in Mysteries
Lyre=
Priest=
the human constitution
the shell
the wafer
the strings
the blood
the musician
the Spirit
harmony, melody, discord
all from Spirit
yes I Love you
as you are
as I am
as we will be
Jesus
was avin a laf
he told his disciples
to avoid the yeast of the bread of the Pharisees
the disciples do not go into town to buy bread
they would rather starve, they say
so they did not eat, and when their bellies hollered
they begged of Jesus
how will we eat, if not bread?
Jesus said, you failed to see
I say unto thee
avoid the yeast of the Pharisees, the hot air that puffs up the bread
unpleasant in the gut
not the food of the soul
or even of the body
the hot air of religion
a bunch of suicidal murderous blow hards
Jesus warned us
we have failed to hear
the teachings of masters
of Agape
the body and the blood
in dreams began...
the beginning of the end
saint eve
genesis
gebo fluX
my hands tremble
it is difficult to communicate
what my heart does know
I shouldn't say but I do because I must
I shout cry whisper kiss
and I Love
I know why
we are drawn to the rhythm
when we wore a heart of stone we wandered to the sea
hoping to find some comfort there yearning to feel free
and we were mesmerised by the lull of the night and the smells that filled the air
and we layed us down on sandy ground it was cold but we didn't care
we were drawn to the rhythm drawn into the rhythm of the sea
we were drawn to the rhythm drawn into the rhythm of the sea
we fell asleep and began to dream when something broke the night
memories stirred inside of us the struggle and the fight
and we could feel the heat of a thousand voices telling us which way to go
and we cried out is there no escape from the words that plague us so
in the still and the silent dawn another day is born
washed up by the tireless waves the body bent and torn
when you wake in the face of the blinding sun
and you search only to find
that heaven is a stranger place than the one you've left behind
judgement has passed I will never look away
I have been looking so long
the favour I return the torch I carried in your image long before I knew your name
when all seems to crash around you
I will still hold fast
I know how difficult
the test of the mineral world can be
we are not called to be what we are not
capable of being
the Orphic Egg
soul of the philosopher
entwined
by the fiery serpent of creative spirit
mother earth
the Child of Man
it is Good
the world called beautiful
and it's creator designated Good
because good perforce must act in conformity with it's nature
good acting in accordance with nature is harmony
beauty therefore must be truth
truth must be trusted
it remained for Pythagoras
to demonstrate the mathematical foundation of music
although funny, it is said he was not a musician himself
the diatonic scale heard as braziers hammered upon anvils
the various pitches struck upon he carefully estimated the intervals
determining them to not be random
ratios measures
2:1,3:2,4:3,8:9
the secret in sequence 1,2,3,4 tetractys the pyramid of dots
contains a fifth within
one cannot arrive before the next the proof of shells
of the cellular
Pythagoras could hear the music of the spheres
Shakespeare, perhaps by way of his muse?
in the Merchant of Venice penned:
"There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st but in his motion like an angle sings"
to me, your voice angelic
I move in mysterious ways lover
I have so much to tell you
in a dance
of dreams entwined like feet
over sand
in meadows sweet I will go
palm to palm
eye to eye
Heart to Soul
wake with me
I'll take you into the deep as far as I can go
I trust it's vastness
I trust the storms
are difficult teachers and angels
howling with hunger
in their hearts
break with me
at the speed of light
~J
Well, we do have some esoteric internet users today.... whoah... I still burn and I'm still playing with fire... the flesh wants what the flesh wants and it has nothing to do with logic or consequence...GET HIM OUT OF MY PSYCHE.....
Ahh Yeah! mmmmm.
Who was the 'genius' who fitted out the tour van with high-powered WiFi ?
Me again..the Hellbound Heart...I spoke a coupla blogs ago...did I tell you that sometimes when our eyes meet I see sparks fly out..he has the most amazing blue eyes....
"...but in his motion like an angle sings"
~, you sure you're not still talking about Pythagoras here ?
I remember primary school, when we used to pull the wings off flies and even worse - we used to bisect angels with protractors.
It was 'orrible - they'd would scream their celestial screams and their sparkling, silver blood would flow all over our desks and down into the inkwells.
holy shit. is there a full moon or something?
Sounds like the gigs are going right off Steve....party hard...party on....but party safe and come back to OZ soon.
eek,
nice one.
new research suggests you can actually get stoned from just READING this blogge.
;>
Steve, Rock on, man (all the way to the states)!!!!
Steve Kilbey, write something quick!
Man, watch out for the brown acid!
see ya in malmoe killah!!
got something jazzy for ya...
take care
pat
come, oh god of the van. speak to us, as if from the fan. sing to us,
and i ran, blah blah blah
you can get stoned from reading this blog!
feeling pretty mellow
music sounding positively transcendental
going to take a road trip today
don't tell the cops
but I'll be driving under the influence
of jazz
one of my fav sax solos
Ray Anthony's
The Peter Gunn Theme
it does however, cause me to drive faster
than I should
quicksilver
the purrrr of the engine
soothing
I'll drive for hours today
with a loyal dog in the passenger seat
he'll tell me to slow down, then laugh at me and put his head back out the window enjoying the cool air rush by, as dogs like to do
he and I both like classic rock
that dog digs CCR
but I'm the one who likes to roll
I'll be out late so
eek if I see a full moon I'll howl at it for ya
and for blue eyed wolves like me
hey pendant if the necklace were too old it might rust from all the swimming
wait-silver doesn't rust! it may tarnish, but kept properly and polished often it just
sparkles!
I send good thoughts to veleska, have some tea and watch funny movies luv get well soon
all ya all some very lovely spirits
shine on you crazy diamonds
keeping Portland weird!
(hey it's a T-shirt bumper sticker philo ya can sport round these parts if ya go to music millenium)
or find one at a thrift shop sure, good to recycle!
hey I saw a new bumper sticker whilst driving around and around
I think it said:
male muses do space in style,
or:
male muses drive in van pools?
either way, oh very inspiring!
eh, as logical as simultaneous rainbows
gorgeous rainbows!
love it I do baby
each day new
with open arms and open eyes
see ya later...
luv to all
xxxxxxxxxxx
But smoke that sweet green kind! One of the sweet, sweet joys of Nederland!!
veleska, don't know if it's your cup o tea, and it can be hard to find, but Rubin and Ed I recommend for laughs and forgetting the crappy things that sometimes happen to good people.
Sunshine,
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!
very lovely gig in utrecht, Mr. K.!
thx 4 all & of course... the encore
hope to see you again
have a safe journey
peace, luv' & jazz to you
cracka
greenpeace=~
~
sk,
you are plummeting in the charts. so, i'll take this time to put out a plea.
please folks, let's conserve energy, especially in the u.s.
let's do what we can to help mother earth.
happy earth day,
r.
havagood trip north and evening off sk
say hi to mary of hobart
I always that it was the yellow snow....
Enjoying the dispatches from the road, from the depths of exhaustion it seems.....umm, wish i could visit a coffeehouse right about now in Amsterdam.
Hope sleep comes down, TB, and dreams visit the weary. Your Yoga dedication is inspiring. May prana follow you on your travels.
Where the hell are you?
oh wow!
i haven't read your comments page for some time and now i remember why. i was looking to read some gig reviews but i mostly find lovesick fans gone absolutely fucking nuts.
what is going on?
i wish you all the best and some well deserved rest.
xxx
ahem,
in heaven on earth!
(see element for details and illustrations)
residing in comfy chair?
well maybe some one expected it....
so how bout
toast
after,
it's hard
to get me outa bed in the morning
I like to sleep in,
after all
9 hours prefered
8 for resting
1 for dreaming
better make that 2
10 in all?
give it an 11 out of a possible
dream
on the way east
it's Sunday
the 7th day good for rest, I've heard
had a fine day with father
Father gifted a day with fine weather
my dad was wearing this red shirt with a triangle on it
I have a liking four threes
even though public school tried
to ruin math, pocohontis,make ya colour in the lines
demand you know what you want to be when you grow up
and tell you how to be it
they celebrate columbus day
tell you your vote counts and rig elections
the poor bleeding disected things!
silver blood and formaldahyde all over the classroom
Triangles of special interest though
reminds me of this:
"the proper study of mankind is man"
a subject most neglected in most schools
speaking of creation, Vishnu's incarnations many
in number, creative sly sexy
well very well he's got a lot of wives to please
16,000!!! its a hot damn good thing he can
(in)carnate a lot, and creative the
nine degrees of Eleusinian, Scan the navys uhn...
ginungagap, I would've left it up to the welsh,
druid
thats just me I guess
see the shirt got me thinking
he got it at the goodwill
ha ha ha!
omg I crack myself up
you'd think I had scrambled eggs for breakfast,
instead of spelt bread and pommegranite juice
and mint tea
the absent minded
yep...
cherry blossoms fer brains
get to the fucking point you say?
okay
yes
here~
form,first
being part of spirit,second
universal esssence of Creator,third
trinity
the sun life
the father paternity
the holy spirit maternity
since the loss of the Mystery schools
there has not been a religion to which
Plato would have subscribed
I'm musing that
Pythagoras would've seen the sevenfold key
held by the lion faced hierophant and called
it
music
scale
color
gifts of Egpytian architecture
however schools can't teach you how to be a good
grown up
if you're constantly tripping on T-shirts
prolly they'd call you fruity
or just plain
nuts
~
From one patron to another
(especially ~ & compadres)
i feel for you
really, i do
you are possessed
by obsession
and what’s more
you’re angry
you may have reason to be angry
i don’t know
it’s none of my business
i know
but you’re crying out
and i can’t help responding
i understand the love you feel
it’s justified.
we see what you see:
his irresistible allure
his charm and gangling grace
his rare, phenomenal talent
all here
who aren’t rattled by status
echo your sentiments
fans
new and old
some from unlikely places
are part of this loop
belonging
feeling included
informed
important
part of his life
in his thoughts
in some ways
influencing his decisions
shaping his life
he gives power to his fans
to all of us
isn’t that something?
jubilance AND power
music
literature
art
drama
isn’t that enough?
he’s giving it all
for so little in return
and we’re a part of his diary
no one can take that away
we know this
and we know that
in the end, it’s all just
weights and measures
it’s essentially just a job
he has a home
a family
a life outside of all this
another place
where we don’t belong
his choice
his right
not ours
we can’t choose our parents
our siblings
our relatives
he, too, cannot
we can, however
choose our partner
our children
our friends
he, too, can
he does not choose his fans
we’re here
and that’s the way it is
we belong
no one can say we don’t
but
we know our place
patrons
and it will always be ours
here is our merchant
browse
sample
exchange
barter
bargain
buy
sell
enjoy!
but
go home
come back tomorrow
and remember
the merchant’s not for sale.
MP
~j,
the sunday outing photo's are lovely!
where did your dad get the cool t-shirt?
andy L.
Some ppl let their hearts get in the way of their intellect...
There is an awful lot of emotion on this blog. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
I swung by here when Grant died last year. I was very, very moved by SK's words on his passing and kept coming back. I liked his serendipitous use of language and his 'fuck you' honesty (although I suspect his lawyer may curl at his descriptions of some living and well known ppl).
I picked a fight with him over a box in Bilbao and haven't looked back! He's still wrong about it and I'm still right. So it goes...I have enjoyed the experience.
IMHO a lot has changed since the vegetarian diatribes of early this year. A lot of commenters and SK got really upset and it went on for days. There is a lot of commenter sledging going on as well these days, it's changed a bit since last May.
For me, I've allowed this to take up a small residency in my life. I look forward to the posts. I saw SK play live and saw his play. All good. I have tried to locate and listen to some of the older music so many commenters have described. I found a favourite. 'Destination' now plays regularly in my car. My kids know some of the words now and croon along from the backseat. I tell my partner that SK has gone away on tour and maybe mention that he said something about John Foxx (a favourite of my partner). Fuck me if he hasn't infiltrated our lives an a small way. I doubt it was his intention but such is his effect.
Why did I find this community and it's overlord so appealing? I think essentially most of us are leading lives of 'quiet desperation' and seek to punctuate our existences with something meaningful and real. For communications at another level or for expression that has no other forum. Sometimes this seems to fill that gap for some. It provided me with distraction. Essential at times....troublesome at others.
Grant's anniversary approaches. I was just a fan...but somehow his passing changed everything. We all grew up and we can't go back.
To MP - you are right.
To all others - my best wishes for the future.
My two cents.
B.Bon
oh look a picture of meeee!!!!!
yeah, from now on this comments page is gonna be filled with me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me.
because i'm so much more interesting than the rest of you,
so there!
Steve sounds beat.
Take a load off Stevey
Take a load for free
Take a load off Stevey
And and you can put the load right on me
Y'know, there's a parallel world where John Paul Jones did produce GAF, Ploog kept his gob shut about Donette, Steve never developed a thing for drum machines, and the money kept rolling in.
Wish I lived there.
thanks andyL,
had a great time w/my dad
I didn't choose him maybe but he's a great dad
he did his best to put us in the best schools
and I did have a really great hs photo teacher
sadly they still disect frogs, ewww
he got the T shirt at a thrift store called
Goodwill
if you fill the comment section with youXzenith
it's a good thing you don't write as much here as I do! ;)
MP, wise talented kind understanding
a thousand thank you's
good night good home
good tomorrows
peace and luv to ya all
~J
a universe where choices are made before you remember you made them
whatever yer weird
jazz is screwy
~your'e a strange one alright
Friends, Romans, Countrymen...
You might wanna start to replace the humdrum word, 'blog', with the idea 'performance space'. This is a space Steve created to interact with his audience in a new way. It's a bazaar - a crossroads - a place for exchanging good things, fresh ideas, even the 'nutty' or downright bizarre...no matter.
SK ain't the kinda man who rests on his laurels and sits back hoping for compliments on his handsome back catalogue...
There's a shepherd at work.
There's a plan...
And everyone here is an essential part of it.
D'ya get it ?
aye to be sure to be sure, it's a theatre mark anthony malarkey
b.bon pls email my egoaltarboy
cornearlyus@yahoo.com.au
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