Beneath The Thin Veneer Of Civilization

S. Kilbey

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Beneath The Thin Veneer Of Civilization (Left Side)   Beneath The Thin Veneer Of Civilization (Right Side)

Narration (unofficial)

do you like my diptych
do you like my fractured image
do you like to see me split up
the christian and the savage
the modern and the primitive
the scientific and the superstitious
underneath
underneath the thin veneer
i am one alkaloid away from my twin, my double man
my double man
the old me, the way i was
in lemuria, in south america
in siberia, in lapland during a fragrant summer day
i am kilbey but i am some other
he moves within me still
in the lovely jungle in the prehistoric night
jesus with his panther
talking snakes
is this eden?
the fruit so tender and throbbing
the vine brewing up as usual
the lovely women preparing the food
aliens walk among us unashamed
kilbey is an alien to my lemurian
kilbey who knows nothing
kilbey who can imagine almost nothing
soft and westernized
kilbey with his dip-fucking-tych
kilbey with his white skin and blue moves
kilbey when nothing means anything
kilbey paints a fractured man
yeah, atlantis too
throw in all the clichés
i sing the booty electric
i sing the song of songs
i sing to end the silence of my realm
i am the good medicine man
dancing in my circle
with my primitive fender bass and my worship of the son the sun
i resort to magic
i resort to chemistry
i resort to wish wish wish wish wishing
i represent art, man and tech-no-logy baby
i'm perfectly past future
and tensile like a spring
i hurdle along a dual man containing both and sometimes neither
sometimes the real me slips in the crack between kilbey and the lemurian
i am not truly either
kilbey is a construct
kilbey exists as a voice
kilbey exists as a painting
kilbey exists as a song
the lemurian exists as a myth, as a fantasy, as a nagging feeling
as a result of intoxication
which would you say is the realer?
i, kilbey, struggled to speak in english
these words are alien on my tongue
just like the space-suited gods who dropped in on lemuria in something bc
yeah, coming down hard right above ya
yeah, them old aliens
yeah, them old strangers
oh, give the earth people some secrets you interstellar wankers
oh, give 'em, ahh, astronomy and, um, geometry and, ummm, medicine
give 'em weapons toad-face, warriors from planet x
give 'em hell
kilbey split down the middle way
half his brain says stop
other half says go
a hunter or gatherer
a killer or a priest
a follower or a leader
a mouse or a man
tricky old lemurian indian guy with his jungly ways
with his dmt fried brain
with his love potions turning you into an anaconda
he co-exists within my skull
within my numb skull
within my dumb cortex
kilbey says this and that
lemurian thinks this and that
no sense at all
no logic
we're just older animals that's all
the lemurians disappear
we disappear
hell, the whole world will disappear
what do you want from the universe?
cohesion?