Standing at my doorstep, a Jehovah's witness cries, 
she's calling me to worship some judge up in the sky,
but I don't think so my my. 

She say's that I'm a sinner and I guess she's probably right
I've manipulated women to keep me company at night
and I haven't been to church since my brother died in Belfast.

I appreciate her solicitations, they don't fall on stony ground,
and I bow before her goodness and the wisdom she has found,
but I don't need her coming around- I'm in Heaven.

Ave Maria, my little star of the sea.

I was strung out I was wrung out, hungover and ashamed,
drinking in a churchyard when someone called my name,
I thought it was my girlfriend, she sometimes plays these games
just to haunt me, to taunt me, to shower me in shame.

I don't know what i can tell you, the light was breaking in the East,
she had a child in her arms, she had a snake beneath her feet,
and she told me many secrets that I just can't repeat, 
Well, why would I ?

AveMaria, My little goddess of the sea.

And back here on my doorstep with this woman who would heal
 the cripples in the suburbs and all of those who feel
that to give it all away to something that might not be real,
It's crazy. Is it crazy ?

Ave Maria....

Ave Maria and a bottle of rum.  Steve Killingbeck

Everybody Burns.

Here's something  brief. Sounds like i've ladled on the reverb a bit but there was no stopping myself.

Old Lovers. ( Steve Killingbeck )

Still here, dancing at the end of time.  Here is a ditty. Love..Love...Love.

Halloween in the Suburbs.  ( Steve Killingbeck )

My old mac  dieth a death so here's a bit of a kitchen table bash around .   My fingers are not what they were so i play what i can find.  someday I'll probably wind up bashing out a beat with my head on the refrigerator and singing along. I hope you are all well. If you're dead you'll obviously know it's nothing to worry about...                                I woke up this morning or at least I think that I did...I found my medication and I wrestled with the lid....my bathroom mirror is telling me that I'm not half the man I used to be.....

. I've got a hole in my gut I'm really feeling my age, I'm paying the price for my wicked little ways, I was out last night with a woman from the moon, she says that better days are coming and they're coming soon but I ain't half the man I used to be.

Half the Man. ( Steve Killingbeck )

little fly hanging in a spiders web-
he's been pumped full of poison but he still ain't dead
Oh Lord, O Lord how'd you think of THAT !
Friend of mine- it's crying shame
he's got a well designed virus eating at his brain
o lord. o lord how'd you think of that?

Sometimes I feel so far from home.

Jesus Christ came to save our skins
goodness me, look what we did to him-was that your masterstroke ?

God is Love-o but then again
the only mercy i see comes from the hearts of men,
how did you think of that?


So Far From Home. Steve Killingbeck

Been writing about methane holes in the arctic and fascists but who needs more of that stuff ? Here's some old heart song instead.

A Hard Woman. ( Steve Killingbeck )

Memoirs of dopeness montage borderline blue and all tht jazz.



There's snow on the mountain but i don't get cold.
I got the sweet fires of heaven burning in my soul.
I'm a lucky man-now ain't that divine.
I'm biding my time.
Writing songs for the preachers on the borderline.

I drank a lot of whisky-I smoked a bit of dope
i had a whole lot of fun on a slippery slope,
I was a villain once , in my own pantomime.
drawing circles in the dust on the borderline.
I'm biding my time

I know some day that i'm going to die,
an old man will turn into a butterfly.
I've felt the claw, I've seen the sign.
I'm just biding my time
selling trinkets to the tourists on the borderline.

I don't drive a car and I don't eat meat
I wear plastic sandals upon my feet,
and everything I try to hold-well it's not really mine.
I'm just biding my time
shedding my skin on the borderline.

I bought a guitar and I wrote myself a song,
I've got this dislocated feeling that I don't belong,
but if you ask me how I'm doing- I'll say 'I'm doing fine'
I'm just biding my time- I thought I saw Bob Dylan on the borderline.

I've marched with the lovers and the great oppressed,
I kept the red flag flying but I was not impressed.
My alliance lay, not with this paradigm.
I'm biding my time-counting the soldiers on the borderline.

I sold myself to a woman for a music-room,
I was dragon-tense, she was strange perfume,
but the gods of love- they deemed this a crime.
Now I'm just biding my time- trouble with a woman on the borderline.

Dancing with the Gypsies.............
Drawing circles in the dust...................
etc...............

General Pinochet, Dear Sir..........."You gave me to the soldiers sir, you gave me to the dogs, you gave me to the Patriots. It was your country. I was the girl from La Serena, barely seventeen, a bloodstain on the history of our nation.  ...................


Trouble on the Borderline. Steve Killingbeck

My son was around for a few days wanting some help with his philosophy modules for college. We had a merry time trying to make sense of aristotle's virtue ethics, Satre's 'abandonment',  Neitche and all that jazz. Needless to say, I wasn't a lot of help. 
I misrepresented about a dozen distinguished philo-wallah's but in the interest of brevity only three made it into the song.



Closing Down The Machine Steve Killingbeck

If you came here looking for the Rolling Stones song of the same title, you're lost. Apologies. You can move on or stick around, have a listen to some bog music from Ireland. You may find something you like.............                                                                    

Living in a Ghost Town. Steve Killingbeck

Listening to the radio, some moral philosopher talking about the "disaster' that is pornography. He said that sex has been reduced to body parts. I used this.
Pornography uses ugly terminology. There are some ugly lines in this song.


Pornography. Steve Killingbeck

Re-visiting some old songs on my porch.

It must have been some time ago, my hair is growing long
since we wandered through the barricades
separating right from wrong.
Now I try to fake an interest in your requests and your demands
as you just stand there mesmerised by cloud cuckoo land.

You're a tricky girl to navigate, your grief is too well known
for pride or pretty flowers, for a cut and polished stone.
I bargained for your solitude as they marked you with their brand
and led you through the gardens of cloud cuckoo land.

Dear Sarah, do you remember me,
I was the man who took you down to the sea.

Now they zip you up, they brush your hair, they put their wires inside your mind,
where little men with big ideas come to see what they can find.
It was not until the lights went out that I came to understand
that I would be your paramour in cloud cuckoo land.

There was someone here before me, his stain has marked the walls,
I would cry out but I'm afraid that you might hear my call.
Now there's something in the atmosphere that only you command
as we tremble in the corridors of cloud cuckoo land.

Cloud Cuckoo Land  (Porch Song.2) Steve Killingbeck

Angelina, tell me,  where have you been ?
You have the scent of another woman on your skin.

Angelina. Where Have You Been ?  Steve Killingbeck

I've been collecting berries and laying in stores . so, i ran into this in the files, perhaps my fave collab. I have, i hope, sharpened it a little in the mix and mastering, basically got rid of the fx.
Lammbone is very apparent,bold and joyful. Rory from Textosh is weaving a sublime harp through it all. I took his slide off the track so the harp could sing a little more clearly.

The nights are long, but I don't care,
I'm hunkered down, I'm like a grizzly bear
and if you don't bother me....I wont bother you.
I'm dug in deep, I'm just trying to sleep,
I've got the hibernation blues.

etc

Hibernation Blues with  Steve Killingbeck Lammbone and Textosh. REMx et REMst

In the City of Bath there is a small vulva shaped park with a bandstand where, on a sunday afternoon one could, if so inclined, buy LSD. 
Forty   or so years ago my girlfriend and I spent an afternoon there.
I have no idea what brought this to mind. Getting old I guess.....

There's a bubble in the mainline, there's a stirring in the crowd,
I could almost feel the silver lining in the cloud.
There's a fracture in the system and the truth is breaking through
to where Heaven is a city park, freaking out with you.

Her dress was pale blue cotton, crinkle-hemmed in lace,
a Laura Ashley sunhat threw a shadow on her face.
It was all so 'Sergeant Pepper's ', we even had the band,
you and me on LSD, waiting at the ice-cream stand.

And the punks down by the river, they were drinking Special Brew,
we threw them down some cigarettes and a little wave from you.
There were herons in the rushes, there were electric dragonflies,
there was a universe of wonder reflected in your eyes.

Our love was young, a month or two, the awkward part was done,
a pair of tripped-out love birds laughing in the sun.
And there was sugar at the bandstand on a sunday afternoon
and heaven was a city park tripping out with you.

Tripping Out In The City Park. Steve Killingbeck

Mr Lammbone sliding around on this little song.

A beautiful mess. (Feat Mark Lammbone) Steve Killingbeck

Am I too old to cut the mustard, too old to digest custard ?  
Too old to climb that sacred mountain,
too old to bathe naked in your fountain
etc etc etc.....................

Here's a cheerful little ditty to dance around the kitchen to. Bashed whatever came to hand for perc.

What Will I Do if Dementia Makes a Fool out of Me ?   Steve Killingbeck

I was living in a hotel that wasn't fit for rats  etc

I've been messing with this for a while, it has a lot of verses and for this effort I've used three of them.

Sometimes there's  nothing I love more than sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop and an idea for a song.  Here's one.

Beggars At The Door.  Steve Killingbeck

Tom Adams made a sublime country tune open for collab.   I worked something into it.

Do you remember much about last night, or is it just a foggy picture in your head,
the drunken taxi ride, the bar-room fight,
and how you came to be here in my bed ?

I think somebody hurt you once, but you don't like to say,
maybe you will talk to me someday.
You come to me when the moon is full or when it all just gets too much,
I've got a feeling that you just come here for my loving touch.

And some of us are nervous, like we're taken by surprise,
some of us are angels with the devil in our eyes,
some of us are weary of the burden on our backs
and some of us are falling through the tracks.

Now I sit and watch you sleep in the hour before the dawn,
lying in the arms of Morpheus you're looking pretty torn,
your dreams are growing dangerous, I can hear the sound
of a thousand worried whispers going down.

And some of us are delicate, it's always been that way,
and some of us are snowflakes, we simply fade away,
some of us are weary of the burden on our backs,
and some of us are falling through the cracks.

Falling through the cracks.  *Tom Adams Steve Killingbeck

Thank you so much keiton for putting such a great track on your page.  I listened to it over and over, eventually chancing a song.

Keitonie .steve killingbeck .First Glance

Another one with that fine electrical guitarist Mr Keitonie.     Keitonie has a track on his site.....Funky Blues...  I put a song to it, sent it back and he laid some wild and appropriate lead to it. It's worth a listen.  

I'm the thunder in the desert
i'm the man who reads your mail
i'm the cop that shot your brother and put his ass in jail
i'm the grande fromage.....I'm the biggest cheese
don't mess with me....i'm the biggest monkey in the tree

You may call me alpha male , you may call me mr brute
i've got the concessions on all the ripest fruit
there ain't nobody living can lay a finger on me
it's plain to see...i'm the biggest monkey on the tree

i'm the liar in your kitchen
i'm the darling of the press
i'm the gunman on the border, i'm the stains upon your dress
i'm a man of substance....I flatter to deceive
I'm a vip...i'm the biggest monkey on the tree

you may call me alpha male...you may call me mr d
i'm closing down the borders to the land of the free
you should see the weapons.. in my armoury
i think you would agree...i'm the biggest monkey in the tree

-==Thats roughly what i'm singing...

Biggest Monkey In The Tree. (Keitonie- Steve killingbeck)

RogerBTrain at work here. Amazing work .               I've jumped in with a song (henceforth my new blues persona is The Rev Hugo von Scrotum ) 

I remember you, you were naked in my bed
you were a mistress of invention, all my appetites were fed.
but now you're god's girl.......you've been saved.
etc etc etc.

It's on download so if you're busy take it for later with a shot of something hot.

God's Girl   \Roger B train\ Steve Killingbeck

A Remix of something I did with Textosh some time ago.            Banjo and slide....Rory Textosh.... vocals and a bit o' harp and minimum keys stevek. Doodle mine LOL

Dying Again with Textosh and Steve Killingbeck

Hey, i've not really picked the guitar up or been near the innernet much this summer but i'm cowsitting for neighbours and they have wifi ,and a kids guitar in the toybox, so here's a friendly little ditty i'll probably work up a bit when the weather drives me into my cave during the winter.    

i've got a feeling someones watching me, 
everywhere i look there's cctv.
i'm going to the mountains 
ditto
ditto
going to run with the ravens and the hares.

People dressed in uniform everywhere i look
somebody wrote my name down in a little red book
i'm going to the mountains 
ditto
going to run with the eagles and the bears.

the water tastes so sweet and the air is so pure,
all the fine people that you meet 
and every breath you take is like taking a cure.

there are rich men building robots, what are they for ?
they're going to take the bread out of the mouths of the poor
i'm going to the mountains 
ditto
going to run with the cougar and the deer.

Going To The Mountains. ( Steve Killingbeck )

I'm getting worse as i get older.  This one is for John Wayne and all the pilgrims out there.         Includes language most foul.

Campfire Pilgrim Songs. Number One. ( Steve Killingbeck )

Based loosely on a 'vermin hunter' who i once ran across in county Clare. I've always been on the side of Mr Fox so we were not the best of friends.  
Here are four verses of the dozen or so that tell the tale.  I used a few garageband noises too.  

Down the muddy track, five kittens in a sack,
down to the river, empty handed back.
Every year it happens just the same,
who is this man, what is his name ?
It's Dreadlocks Moriarty, he's the cruelest man in town,
Dreadlocks Moriarty, he's going to put your kitten down.

Are there foxes in your henhouse, are there pigeons in the corn,
are there wabbits in your garden, are there badgers on the lawn ?
etc


They say he had a wife once and she got sick
so he beat her to death with a hurley stick.
Now she's buried in the mountains where the cold wind blows,
and the cattle die in the winter snow.
That's Dreadlocks Moriarty, his donkey;s all look sad,
Dreadlocks Moriarty, How did you ever come to be so bad.

Moriarty has a daughter, she's a comely lass
with a crucifix and a dancer's ass,
i tried to woo her once beneath the  rowan tree
but we were seen and now he's coming for me,
Dreadlocks Moriarty, how did a man ever go so wrong ?
Dreadlocks Moriarty, I'm going to kill you with a song.

Back to the river.... something has survived, it'a a half-drowned kitten and it's still alive,
i hold it to my breast and my beating heart,
i was looking for some friends and this is a start
dreadlocks etcetcetcetc

The Ballad of Dreadlocks Moriarty. Steve Killingbeck

My New years resolution is to have a less pessamistic outlook. We'll see how long that lasts.

Campfire Pilgrim Songs  (Number 2 ) Steve Killingbeck

Dancing at the End of Time. ( Steve Killingbeck )

Talk to me- well at least say something...........
How does it feel now the cull has passed you by ?
Good friends we lost- they were drowned and broken,
you say that you're alright- I see a shadow cross your eye.
Sail away sailor girl

Tell me a tale about your life on the ocean
before the storm that blew you to my door.
Was the sun on your skin ?
Did you make it to the islands?
Was there treasure at your feet,
were the trade winds blowing through your hait ?
Sail away sailor girl.

Now you wave from the deck but there's nobody watching you,
the beaches are deserted and this harbor's seen better days.
Your sails are set-there's a fair wind rising,
I'm not the kind of man who's gonna wave you goodbye.
Sail away sailor girl....

Sea Shanti. Steve Killingbeck

Back when the world was old style 'normal' and I was young and mad for love i knew this girl.......... 
I hope you're all well out there and you and your families are navigating the new normal......."New Normal" Who came up with that ?  Has there ever been a time when the madmen were not at the helm ?  That nice lady who is leading New=Zealand should be made Queen of the world. I'd sleep a lot easier.   I hope you enjoy this love song.

You say that you're a goddess......I could have told you that,
as you adopt a position on your yoga mat.
I'm on my knees, I've got one eye on the door,
little queen of heaven, lying on the floor.

Standing in the river where the fishes swim,
waste deep and dappled, you've got freckles on your skin.
Flowers in the meadow, big bird in the sky,
thunder in the mountains, and laughter in your eye.

I trace the patterns, on your summer dress,
just to feel you tremble, and just to make you guess.
Living in the moment, we've got nothing planned,
an extraordinary woman and an ordinary man.

An Extraordinary Woman. (Steve Killingbeck)

Bedroom eyes feat Ms Sarah Garden

Borderline Blues. steve killingbeck

There's no running from the blue these days, probably get shot at the border the way things are going.  Here we are, hitching a ride with the Maestro Keton again, having a bash at singing the blues.  Be well. https://soundcloud.com/keitblues

I have heard rumours and I think they might be true,
all about a friend of mine who was stealing time from you.
etc
I bought myself a ticket for a trip around the world,
was I looking for that inner light, was I looking for a girl..etc

I've slept on beaches and I've danced beneath the stars,
dreaming a thousand dreams in a thousand different bars etc

Running  from the Blue. ( Keiton-steve killingbeck) Collab.

It's a home-spun kind of sound.    Enjoy your dream . Stevek

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