posted on May 24, 2011 at 8:16 pm


imagine yourself in some lonely dark city

the windows all closed and the doors painted black

nobody knows you or has heard your name as

you wander beyond these  sad afternoons

was it vancouver or wasnt it melbourne

i cant remember because of the rain

huddled in taxis we dreamed up the streets

hidden in winter we could never get warm

the calendar stopped at june 74

the electric blanket is  still switched on 2

a foil of dope with half of it gone

a copy of playboy wow look at those girls

davids guitar has got a cracked neck

the moon in the chimney blue in the black

the cars on the highway that never come back

the polite small yawn that gives it away

the day has now come and gone with the night

dont ask me for details my memories unravelling

feels like somebodys walking over my grave

we walk on the stage and the audience claps

but  alone that night we all want to cry

theres no justice in the courtroom  nor in the prison library

theres no mercy in the brothel nor in the infirmary

my mind has been hacked

david walks down the track

forever it seems forever and back





16 Responses to “suspended forth”

  1. avatar
    Ilkka Lahti | 24 May 2011 at 9:37 pm #

    Oh, man..I wouldn’t want to hear that as a song. Too sad melodies..
    One healer said once that inside every man is the big sorrow of the whole mankind. Not every man can touch it, they could not take it.. trying to deal with it in small doses is maybe better, and change it to beauty.
    That’s the theory behind “After everything now this..”, best album ever..
    in my opinion:)

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    Karen | 24 May 2011 at 10:05 pm #

    Ok I known whoD Neil is now did a bit of snooping around and..

    “I just keep looking for myself baby (8) everywere(8)”
    great song (Y)

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    . | 24 May 2011 at 10:09 pm #

    74. And it came to pass that the sadness in their hearts was
    swallowed up in the loving hands of the annointed ones; they who
    had been sent from on high to intercede on their behalf.
    75. And warmth and compassion fell upon them with glowing radiance,
    insomuch that it could not be fully contained.
    76. For the love of One was sufficient for all of them wherein their
    tears were transformed into seeds of rebirth and their toil and labor
    was rewarded with wisdom and understanding that only a few could comprehend.
    77. And the scroll was unraveled before them, a hidden treasure of
    strength and knowledge, testifying to them that their suffering would
    not be eternal.
    78. For thus saith them, the dark winters here need not compare to the eternal bliss that awaited them in the worlds to come.
    79. And Her warmth and beauty and compassion shall give light unto them
    who lack it, and Her wisdom shall transform their hearts from mortal to immortal linking generations together in one infinite round.

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    Anonymous | 25 May 2011 at 4:21 am #

    keeping his memory with you provides more than past truth — sharing it forever keeps sorrow from eyes removed into another dimension not making headway again before then it’s remembered this will all start over again and only because of your thoughts for a man’s soul in triplicate stay is light allowed to hit the replay – and it’s all so pretty listening to words that bring back the beginning of what still is heard …thank you.

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    andy | 25 May 2011 at 8:13 am #

    geez kilbs,
    maybe you been too many places, on too many planes.
    even in the confines of your own mind your’e a nomad now.
    carefull where you wander next….
    take care,
    love ya,

  6. Shaman Ron
    Shaman Ron | 25 May 2011 at 9:47 am #

    These are the days
    They were the days
    We should always reflect on our past and old friends
    I feel these are the times where we grow into higher beings.
    Take that motivation and love
    Let it guide you to a greater power.

    I am saying nothing that you have not already mastered!

    Sending you the best my friend,
    Shaman Ron

  7. avatar
    Ess | 25 May 2011 at 1:54 pm #

    I can imagine

  8. avatar
    Steven Krut | 25 May 2011 at 3:25 pm #

    Poor David. He could have been a contender if his his life hadn’t been snuffed out in such a flamboyantly emphatic way.

  9. avatar
    holly | 26 May 2011 at 6:40 am #

    Just a reminder for everyone to keep checking the dates section as more live shows are being added. There’s one for GB3 and eight now for the David Neil project The Wilderness Years tour. Click here for dates page.

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    Crasher | 26 May 2011 at 3:19 pm #

    David Neil.. a true unknown legend.
    What terrible ways to die.
    Maybe he was fortunate not to survive…he avoided a grizzly death in the wilderness.
    That would have been unbearable to his lost legion of acolytes.

  11. avatar
    Michelle Tackabery | 27 May 2011 at 6:44 am #

    When people we share kinship with leave, suddenly the memories you hold, bitter, sweet, or bittersweet, cut and burn and sting. There’s so much guilt at being alive, at being more successful, less successful, of not helping, of helping too much, or whatever. It’s awful, but I’d rather live through the awful then have never known them at all. “Just being alive, it can really hurt,” said Kate.

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    princey | 27 May 2011 at 10:11 am #

    Been listening to the 3 David Neil tracks on the net, beautiful music, beautiful words, looking forward to it live sk 🙂

    Hope you’re well and hear from u soon,
    love Amanda

  13. avatar
    Ess | 27 May 2011 at 7:33 pm #

    i like it here when it’s flawed and opaque
    like the flavours of floating streets
    and the moulden dank darkness of a hellbitten lake
    where the night makes its move over pharyngeal teeth
    past bottomfeeders trawling, their goggle eyes to stalk
    over open mouthed puppets stiffening in their walk
    not beastly, not banal, not betterment too steep
    no subeditors to steal, no small talk to keep
    no need for rhyme or reason, unless it makes its own
    no form over fine, or masks without spine
    it makes no sense, i know
    then tornado clouds stem over nocturnal risings
    and dawns cascade over angelic spades
    and monogomous mouthbrooders line the gutter of plenty
    and the walls do their deals with the guarded sentry
    and the Sorrento moon rises, but just for the gentry
    i run to the savannah on my shoestring for cover
    for the snow queen i give prana, for vata sweltering sahara
    for nerve endings a book full of new age glossy mendings
    I know them so well
    and i hold and I hold until it wears out its summons
    and the night comes again and the vigilance subsides
    and i wander in the truthful land i had so long forgotten

  14. avatar
    hellbound heart | 27 May 2011 at 8:49 pm #

    love always……

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