Neil Wiltshire neil@superblue.org Neil is a musician and writer who has been residing in the New Brunswick vortex for the past fifteen years. He has previously played with the bands Spinning Jenny and Skillet, and is currently a singer/songwriter and guitarist for superblue. Neil also runs country livin' recording studios in Somerset, NJ. Ultradrive It started with the dick job and moved on to the ultradrive i hear the supersonic i've got the ultradrive with your weary fingers and bones that bind i can't imagine really what life was like i'll tell you about a little scene implanted in my mind of curious creatures picking through days of old in an unending stream of suprise get out here with the chosen eyes xray notions are the ones that guide my brothers and sisters and some in between styles i'll tell you bout a childhood memory that i think is mine of carbon cars and plastic foam ridiculous green, marbled stone and space at a ridiculous pace has been consumed for the partly wealthy imagine five rooms circuits are go blood's running low transfusions an afterthought the shine in my eyes translate to a smile efficiency's what we've got Drowned suzy came in from the East fit right in to the big feast she put her baggage down, where the rivers run aground sayin' that it's only for a week place a call to Carla vomiting it up in the Bahamas his teeth were fine, but his breath too much like wine the prickles in her spine pointing East right now, when the ruddy sky turns brown and the fishes make that sound on the bottom right now, when the ruddy sky turns brown you only hear that sound from the bottom all the trees turn to prairie the sky looks so big that it could eat if you don't feel quite right, then the altitude just might rid you of all your tainted dreams right now, when the ruddy sky turns brown and the fishes make that sound on the bottom right now, when the ruddy sky turns brown you only hear that sound from the bottom right now, when the ruddy sky turns brown and the fishes make their sound on the bottom Measure of a Man Party favors are the aftermints For a very long meal Choosing neighbors in the tenements For the right kind of feel He is the last one to go When he gets home, I don’t know Down several landings there’s a man who says He’s got it all Velvet Elvis and a picture of the family On the wall He is the last one to complain When he gets home, he’s ok Johnny Tan is the pizza man Delivers sweaty kisses too Ex-wives of the neighborhood Tell me the measure of a man He was the last one to go How he gets on, I don’t know © Neil Wiltshire 2002