posted on May 23, 2011 at 7:34 pm

the overseers seer

i guess david neil is now in his afterlife

its getting confusing to tell it apart

and the wind blows like murder behind saskatoon

and the jolt of the shot as it reaches the heart

and i dream that hes lying just there in the wreckage

and i dream that they pulling him out all alive

and i see that theyre giving him some kind of treatment

and i see david smiling so sad he says no

no to the future no to the pushers

no to the widows no to the fun

no to the fate that tried to engulf him

no to the scenery that now held him in

and it seemed  as he leaving this vale of tears

in his mind he was in a motel somewhere else

motel on the outskirts on some lonely town

and a fog had come in

and the night just fell down

oh fuck hes feeling such fucking sadness

the walls in this place undulating so thin

oh desperate den of deprave and deformer

oh hard to be good oh easy to sin

now where is the girl with the number for heroin

now where is the cat with the needles and claws

where is the groupie that sleeps with his ghost

and follows it round as it goes  town to town again

and swallows it down where it wont make a sound again

n the tv was flickering n david was shivering

the rain outside him was burning the air

someone from dakota had called the police

but  the police couldnt come cos they dont  have the man

and a planes falling out of the sky somewhere else

david asleep in the purplish afterglow

a thousand new eyes open up in his mind

his delirious mind with the heart of a fool

his foolish young heart with the mind of its own

and you watch as david fades into the reverie

and you listen as david goes down for his fall

his poor old mother arranging the ceremony

his poor old dad who carried the box

the brothers and sisters who wept so profusely

the elegant man who was driving the hearse

the drummer was smoking some stuff when he heard

maybe now davids happy was all that he said

but all these events were still off in some future

some future thats coming but yet to arrive

and in the motel room the players are playing

and the game is so deadly its quickly divine

the rain in the carpark freezing  in puddles

reflecting orion and anatares above

the singular feeling of midnight around us

the moment of truth is forced out with a lie

and all of the planets that once guided david

had forsaken his luck as they veered off thru space

the snake eyes he rolled the beanstalks he climbed

but the giants had caught him and taken him down

and into the evening the passengers went

with their hardly goodbyes and their tears for the sky

up in the cockpit the captain fly anxious

the moon on the wane as it catches his eye

and dave in economy where joe lyons is sitting

nursing a pistol under his coat

cos david was seeing his wife on the side i guess

i guess that he found out n ran out of the house

and all the caresses she laid on his shoulder

and all of the kisses she laid on his lips

and all of her sweetest words he’d ever heard

they couldnt persuade her husband to stay

as david ponders a song hes been working on

a song called the cockpit the last that he’ll write

and the air rushes over the surface of wings

and the night moves along singing its own song

and its song is so sad that i feel i belong

and david could hear it you know its alright

he knew what he did when he got on that flight

that death came three times is hardly surprising

his life lived in triplicate

the end was the same

 

 

 

 

 

15 Responses to “new improved wildernesses”

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    hellbound heart | 23 May 2011 at 7:58 pm #

    afterlife would be easier to take sometimes than the grief that’s left behind on this mortal coil…….

    love always….

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    DarlingBabyPie | 23 May 2011 at 8:14 pm #

    Well, the production was bar none 🙂

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    meg manestar | 23 May 2011 at 8:37 pm #

    as always…wonderful.

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    . | 23 May 2011 at 9:13 pm #

    if i could only live my life in triplicate, 33 and 1/3 years apart
    and meet myself(s) in some dusty ‘ol bar in tucson to shoot the breeze
    and talk about how to live, survive, and inspire in this world
    then one of me, at least, could say that their time here was well spent
    ah…but wisdom doesn’t come for free, right? it has to be earned…

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    . | 23 May 2011 at 9:44 pm #

    ‘looking for myself’ is a great song; very pleasant to listen to.

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    Once | 23 May 2011 at 10:57 pm #

    This kind of reminds me of a novel I read Saturday, “The Silent Land” (Graham Joyce), it was fantastic.

    Love the David Neil clips…

    Listened to Snow Job four times in succession last night, weaves a nearly unbreakable spell, good thing Celebrity Apprentice came on at 8 to snap me out of it…LOL.

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    Jasperina | 23 May 2011 at 11:08 pm #

    Piercing through a clogged universe. Your poetry never ceases to transcends ..the rain outside him burning the air. Every line a lolly shop of wonderful imagery

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    Freddie | 24 May 2011 at 1:51 am #

    David’s songs on My Space are pretty good!
    I enjoyed reading about his last days.

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    Anonymous | 24 May 2011 at 3:18 am #

    So deep, deep without a meaning.

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    jaime r.. | 24 May 2011 at 4:04 am #

    Heavy on the synapses.. I had to change out of my clothes.. what sweet wreckage.. damn..

    I had the pleasure of revisiting Mimesis yesterday.. a sultry n rich chunk of psychedelly.. the walls are still morphing over here.. blessings..

  11. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 24 May 2011 at 6:02 am #

    Steve,

    Thankfully you will keep David alive in us all, so looking forward to hearing the Wilderness Years and Thank You for introducing us to this magnificent artist. It is long overdue that after all these years David finally gets the recognition he deserves as a pioneer in the music industry. Thanks to you we will be able to hear one of rocks finest poets and most beloved entertainers. I heard live David would cover Jack Frost and Isidore songs and hope there are some recoreded versions in the vaults.

    Please keep us posted on Davids life and afterlife adventures, record releases and rumored tribute shows that are planned for Aussie and I am pretty sure the U.S. especially in the metro Detroit area.

    Jason

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    princey | 24 May 2011 at 10:06 am #

    I CAN’t wait for this show sk, and YES PLEASE! play some Isidore songs live, I’ve been listening to that album non-stop (and was surprised to hear Phoenix say that “Saltwater”, was a “cool” song-I’m so proud him 🙂 )
    love AManda

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    Ess | 24 May 2011 at 5:17 pm #

    transit nights now on a peninsula,
    the cocoon almost insula, another i know so well
    a solitary softness, a break from window frames and chattered mediocre disdains
    a new wilderness to divine
    but same me, same song, same calcified darkness looking for its rays
    there is heaven, and lush, and sloppy branches
    of weathered gum
    and bare autumn, spluttering one last clichéd refrain
    a morning kangaroo, the size of a dinosaur, wakes me, towering at the window
    a definite male, with his hefty sized wares, proudly displaying
    I hide under the sheet, he leaves with bleak skies, now here for the count
    oh, i remember, winter at the bottom of the world
    streams of consciousness coming faster, plagiarising my self daily,
    and i yearn for home
    please tell me its name, its number, even its vague surrounds
    in one place i want another, i shed, i scatter,
    searching for what, i don’t know, always i don’t know,
    i said it was my mantra and now it never goes
    last year, turning out from Yass, i stalled at the crossroad
    Yass had listened to my words, i wouldn’t offer a bad note
    but i knew then where i was, stuck, in this bland interlude, in a box without paper
    the sign said Sydney one way Melbourne the other
    these were my options? is that all i get?
    soon closer to the water where i can remember my Aquarian breath
    some weeks of relief until i ramble the road again
    to where i don’t know,
    these intermissions, they stay until they go
    and then, when the lights come on, unless the rules have changed,
    i will wake up on a road that i don’t yet remember.
    (a rainbow shines over the valley as i finish this, really)

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    william | 25 May 2011 at 12:40 am #

    i like it too, ess; your prose transported me just now from my cubicle in jamaica, ny to somewhere far more exotic.


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