posted on February 8, 2009 at 8:07 pm

hanging out with david neil yesterday
yeah yeah
hes a ghost
well i aint holding it against him
david tells me what to sing
he tells me what to write
oh we write some beautiful songs together
david whispers the words in my ears
as fast as i can write them down
some of them are different to what i had thought
sometimes i stand there singing
i open up my throat and davids voice comes out
sometimes its just my same olde voice
sometimes david tells me how sing
sometimes i imagine i’m david
and i picture his lonesome death
when he was shot
and he o.d.ed
and the plane crash at the same time
mr ricky is there
playing up several storms
i guess david had some words with him too
cos hes got all that wah wah going
and ricky already knew a lot of davids tricks
davids girlfriend lois comes in looking for him
they go off for a coffee
and when david comes back he looks real taken aback
so he bids me write a “so long, i’m a gonna ramble off” song
i can hear david ad-libbing in the corners of my headphones
a dead romance comes to life
flowers briefly
and withers under the weight of the terrible past
lois is looking for david
but hes gone
he vanished back into my fucking head
and he pulled in this whole universe with him
the kids are outside crying
davids kids
my kids
lois kid
new kids on the blonde
unborn kids reach to david
but he aint ever gonna be anyones father
david says steve write me something sweet
so that damned woman will cry for me
and write me something bitter
to put in my bloodstream
to replace all that heroin
and all that love
and all that white alberta snow
and david opens a beer
and he slumps down on the floor
jesus fuck
fuck jesus
he sucks in his breath
and he moans
ricky takes me aside
davids losing it man he says
i get angry with all of em
nick the engine ear ducks outside for a smoke
ricky fiddles with an a.r.p. sequencer
david tries to roll a smoke
his pale spirit hands all a tremble
we both break out in a sweat
fuck it david
i’m going through your withdrawals now….i say
david grins grimly
you channeled me, brother!
i feel his puny little body inside my skin
all the coffee all the cigarettes
i feel his aching love for lois
and i feel all the weight of his heartbreak
and i feel all them punches someone landed on his face
and i feel the bad hits and i feel the sloshes of jungle juice
and i feel the blow jobs and i feel the rattle of an aeroplane
and i feel sick
and i feel nervous
and i feel different
and i feel davids hands strumming my guitar
his fingers pick the strings
his fingers undo the locks
his fingers scratch my head
his fingers point the way
his high reedy voice
all smoked out
his hot tears
now all shed
david steps up to the plate
and he is the master of all he surveys
a couple of amps
their standby lights glowing red in the semi-darkness
a piano still sitting in the corner expectantly
a load of guitar pedals all willy nilly
some baffles
some lyrics i wrote out for us before
david tells nick to switch on the music
which song do ya want? nick asks the ghost
lets sing cockpit now david

i gently suggest
david says ok
nick fiddles about for a few seconds
getting the song up n ready to go
a piano starts up tentatively
some acoustic strums
some slide guitar moaning away
the drums stutter into life
the song lurches away
a hesitant and unsure song
david leans in to the microphone
and his ghostly voice comes out
filling the room with its weak keening sound
baby i’m all confused
see me landing
i’m landing on sea
please come up to the cockpit
and rescue me
and tonight we gonna soar
and tonight we gonna get some more
and tonight we gonna really live
and tonight we gonna try to forgive…
david breaks down
and the music stops
i find i’m actually crying myself
and i say
oh jesus…..

david neil “the wilderness years”
restored remixed remastered
coming soon on karmic hit records!

23 Responses to “the bitter comes out better”

  1. avatar
    the dean | 8 February 2009 at 9:25 pm #

    I’ll probably buy it even if it is a ghost or illusion

  2. avatar
    the dean | 8 February 2009 at 9:26 pm #

    do you really vet each comment?

  3. avatar
    nickfiction | 8 February 2009 at 9:44 pm #

    paranormally stimulated today ?

  4. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 8 February 2009 at 9:53 pm #

    Tell David I love the Steve Kilbey song aptly titled “Like A Ghost”.

  5. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 8 February 2009 at 9:58 pm #

    Hmmm…poignant, and as always, interesting and cryptic…

  6. avatar
    A.M. | 8 February 2009 at 11:41 pm #

    Wow, Jesus — fuck, this is good!

  7. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 8 February 2009 at 11:48 pm #

    I just saw a horrible news special on the emergency and fatal fires in Australia. Prayers for all the victims and an eternal “Fuck Your Soul All The Way To Hell” for the demonic arsonists who are reportedly responsible for some of the deadly fires.

  8. avatar
    Freddie | 9 February 2009 at 12:31 am #

    Oh goody! 🙂
    I get the feelin’ that you, Ricky and David
    are workin’ on somethin’ great!
    You’re lucky that David’s in your court & Ricky too! xoxo

  9. avatar
    Freddie | 9 February 2009 at 1:13 am #

    Why not paint David Neil?

  10. avatar
    princey | 9 February 2009 at 2:20 am #

    Doesn’t he also sing “it’s a heartache, nothin’ but a heartache……”

    Counting down the dayz til March when the Church land on Melby soil, my mind, body and soul will be soaring higher than high that night….bring it on!
    love Amanda

    P.S. Yeah Brien, it’s a sad sight with all these fires still burning outta control, it’s cloudy here today, but no sign of rain, just dry, dusty winds and more and more people dying. As David McComb sings “it’s been a HELL of a summer…”

  11. avatar
    Lian | 9 February 2009 at 2:31 am #

    dead poets society, my favoritest movie.

    "what was dead poets society?" his follower asked.
    With exceeding pleasure glowing in his eyes, the priest answered, "the dead poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life",

    and he then said, "Poetry, Love, Romance these are the things we stay Alive for."

    I love This dead poets society. I love every beautiful woman and man I encounted at here.

    I wish all of you the best.

    and, Seize the day. I will.

  12. avatar
    Lian | 9 February 2009 at 3:38 am #

    … yes, we are romantics.

  13. avatar
    SLOW RELEASE | 9 February 2009 at 4:47 am #

    u know

    i always thought
    if i wasn't this (ur choice of words)
    i'd be a rockin'
    guitar slingin' (ur choice of words)
    but thats
    neither here or
    overthere i
    inherited an acoustic
    12 string
    played about six chords
    for six years
    i wanted it bad…
    could never just hear it
    broke those things
    right & left
    but it could sing man
    even w/my simpleton
    ways… fuck
    give me a moog
    i'll getcha
    tweak out on
    frequencies n
    seein colors start
    drippen out of


    yup shrk xpts' been
    on since friday…
    with inconsolable

    on a shelf
    such a fit
    what a beauty



  14. avatar
    seoigh | 9 February 2009 at 4:48 am #

    Why oh why am I watching the Grammies?

    I never wanted one. I didn’t. That was never the stone nor the hill for this Sisysphus. Oh, I’d have taken one… I’d have been so clever in my speech; so stylish. I would have had quite the young lady that night. It would have been 3 or 4 days to get past that hangover. But a Grammy was never going to be in the cards. We all knew that.

    But I’m watching the Grammies tonight nevertheless.

    How intensely shallow is your humble charioteer, my dear Arjuna? This is how shallow:

    All I can think is “great god almighty is T Bone Burnett fat or what?” The old bugger looks like he ate the old T Bone. Ho. Lee. Cow. Maybe Burnett ate the holy cow.

    And listening to him, Plant ate his own brain. Oy.

    Sure, this is probably just me coming up with something that makes it just grand that I was never nominated…

    but at least I’m not fat.

    And neither are you, Killa.

    Word was you were horrible with Wachtel. A genuine bastard. Good for you. Good for us.

    Anyhow. The Grammies are on and I’m in a mood to hate LA. And fat old blokes in LA. That’s just me, though.

    We aren’t old like them, are we? We are winning. We are. Don’t ever let the bastards get you down.

    There is something eternal at stake that they will never understand. It will never matter if you don’t win their game. Their game is shit.

  15. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 9 February 2009 at 6:55 am #

    FUCK my computer keeps throwing a hissy fit….
    very sombre, steve…

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 February 2009 at 11:39 am #

    Any relation to Rob Neil from Acky?

  17. avatar
    Rehan | 9 February 2009 at 11:43 am #

    Is David Neil some kind of Luscious Ghost?

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 February 2009 at 12:49 pm #


  19. avatar
    seoigh | 9 February 2009 at 8:56 pm #

    I don’t like bloated record producers from LA. In my mind they are as close to demons as a human can get. That’s a limitation of mine, not Burnett’s or yours. Don’t take my hangups and assume they are your problems. You’ve got your own.

    I am mean and arrogant. Sorry if you got snagged on a sharp edge. My harsh words weren’t for you.

    It’s not pleasant being mean or arrogant, you know. You only have to deal with this mean bastard whenever you log in here. The bugger is in my head at all times.

  20. avatar
    Lian | 9 February 2009 at 8:59 pm #

    Sorry Steve, I removed my comments, as I asked you to.

  21. avatar
    davem | 9 February 2009 at 9:09 pm #

    and i feel the blow jobs and i feel the rattle of an aeroplane……

    Not all bad then, killer??

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 February 2009 at 9:49 pm #

    Is David Niel related to Linda niel from the Church? i think I read she is his sister? is he really real?

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 February 2009 at 11:31 pm #

    Did David Neal ever get to bonk Kathy Kilbey in the end?


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