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The Time Being | Steve Kilbey
  • dream robber
    oh slippery sliding snakes and elusive ladders plunge among the falling ones yonder mister tomb stoned angel indeed i am dream robber the subtle thief all clothed in doubt entangled in a mesh of thoughts congealed in sleep as winters bitter words are described  in a seldom read chapter or down by the wild sea all froth and spray or in some dim cafe dreaming that we all die but of course it will come undone soon splendid in the grassy plains of some other king of spades in elysiums forgetful glades gliding distracted and fading in tangential turns then burns up in atmospheres i imagine the worst which is usually the first thing in memory’s jaws i stop and pause the doors to some kingdoms blocked locked out forever cloud like stud like storm like bed like mouth like earth i shrink down inside these dreams tumbling through the membranes gaps in tormented freezing nights i awake over and over to find i am gone i’d reach out but there are a thousand yous and only one me weeping weeping as youre sleeping sleeping i am leaping from thing to thing swinging on a star i am singing in your ear i know you sometimes cant hear me the ground resounds to the unbound soul of power therefore slake your thirst take it first and shake it for another hour      
  • anterior lope
    the mechanistic universe eludes me i see magic in all good things i superstitiously give names to objects i look at the ants and see different personalities within them i look at rubble and i understand its inherent beauty a crack in a pavement with a tiny green weed fascinates me the names that i catch of children you were in love with at school i believe my god has fixed the planets in their courses look at that all going exactly to plan i follow whims i indulge hunches i remember tomorrow then i try to forget tomorrow i pledge my whole life to music music that strange flimsy powerful spell by manipulation of vibrating frequencies by the arc of a well placed string of words by the insinuation of an indefinable attitude by romance by anger by insistence i stride on a stage somewhere in europe or america oh look at me in my shiny black shirt with the little black velvet flowers oh how do i remember all those words all tumbling out in constant streams some people out there seem to really love the music you making where am i though? who am i and why am i doing this and what does all this ritual mean? i march on stage i pick up my bass and i aim the sound at the audience hoping to slay them i stupidly think that my electric bass guitar is in cahoots with me and that it stores and discharges energy and that it helps me to play itself when its in a good mood and i think about the sound of my voice floating round the room and i think about the first day i went to high school and i thinking about my father and hoping one day […]
  • to the sea: absolve me
    holy god i rambled tumbling headlong into sin overfond of flesh i charged my wand with medicine no baptist i was drowned a thousand times shallow warm oceans engulfed me marine-like crazy leader of a cult of nymphs n naiads dream-like in a cathedral of rays my baby prays for me even from here i fear i can hear the prayers she says for me i look out of these eyes but i am not no longer he i am a celt all fluid  a druid having a dream of future shock my wildest imaginatarium running amok herd and flock right round the block they are my rock i am 3 thousand years ago in reality my specialty my fealty i hypnotise stone with my harps eldritch drone i work alone i compose some epic fantastic laye  one day and then i chuck the fucker away and those british women in their woad they goading me i know i’m followed on albion nights i mingle with the witches oh priestesses without breeches and the nightshades blurry cast reveals the revels faster than ever but better later than never i lie between the she-oak and the pine but i mean well theyre all semi divine oh fuck they are so fine off-spring of a spring sacred they can never be sated and i waited for this as a child of beltane they say the stars can see us they wish they could be us upon this plane in marshes and soft swamps in summer i drift between lily and swan i don the mask at eostres feast i am sometimes seen as the antlered one i caress the smooth boughs of a beautiful young birch i search her earthy soul i am admitted into misty history travelling both ways before and beyond i […]
  • gloss man
    electric city electricity man i’m sorry i switched off there your difficulty in seeing in the glorious light is soft where australia yeah i went out with her australia lay down  under where hey its snowing down town haul yourself to wall it up lie down in the veil  it will not fail to call it up streaming live like a salmon a farmer in a fuckin’ famine you shot me mister thats a blister on my finish you attend right at the very end..friend or blemish yeah im so cool with my soba noodle and my drunken strudel and my salamander inspired desert boot it up you oblivious poodle everyone in this town is a fraud good lord now fucking applaud me everyone in this dump is something enamel nail camel tow fairy floss i am at a loss to know you sirrah are the one and only never lonely love me only mr gloss to go you go in for the kill be kind the thrills a steal be mindful oh my fingers dancing on these strings brings things wings might sing oh discordant sting among the young sleepers jeepers creepers furthers deepers finders re:joyce and losers fucking weepers i’m singing now for my supper its not such an upper like the clean sweepers i’m down on the corner of st luke and st mark street where the palm trees and  little park meet freezing pleasing no body but i’m sitting on a seat feeling incomplete nothing like nothing swirling whirling round your poor old feet nothing like the flash bar on the pontoon we took those girls from rangoon we ordered drinks called the sphinx and martinis came namelessly except ’40 winks’ so called cos youre eyeballed and should be soon recalled if the moon shall shine mr gloss man you collided […]

Marty's Site

Marty's Site
Countdown magazine talks to Richard and Marty

Countdown magazine talks to Richard and Marty in 1986, as Already Yesterday is being overlooked for radio airplay.


Jack Frost was going to include Neil Finn and Paul Kelly
Thursday, 06 March 2014

Grant McLennan conceived Jack Frost as a four-man supergroup, according to this interview, originally published at this link



Nice and techy Tim Powles interview
Sunday, 03 March 2013

Originally published at Spire Focus. Tim talks about the work he's done for the band and some of the other acts that he works with. Busy guy!

Tim talks to dbMagazine about the 2011 FPP tour
Friday, 21 December 2012

Nice to see the amazing Tim Powles getting interviewed! Originally at dbMagazine.


Robert Lurie's review of 2nd Isidore album
Saturday, 03 March 2012

It's always a treat to see Robert's writing. Here he reviews the 2nd and long-awaited Isidore album "Life Somewhere Else". This is from BlurtOnline


Steve on the bands resurgent popularity
Saturday, 03 March 2012

Steve talks to Max Easton on the band being rediscovered by the mainstream around their 30th anniversary. Originally published in Brag magazine.


Peter Koppes talks to Beat magazine about
Saturday, 03 March 2012

Interesting look back to P=A with Peter's perspective.


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