This page contains various tributes to Neve Campbell, most of a rather personal nature.
Disclaimer: I did not write this!
I’m merely providing a forum for these tributes which I think is worthy of publication.
Songs or poems about, inspired by – or dedicated to Neve:
Dream of Neve.
I woke up one Sunday
After all the beer I’d had
Still thinking of the dreams
That had passed through my head
After a time some began to fade away
But the dream ‘Neve’ stayed with me all day
She moved to my old house
Where I once lived, meet all my friends and bought them a drink
Her parents didn’t like me
But she didn’t seem to care
I invited her out and ran my hands through her hair
We kissed on the street
And held each other tight
Hours had passed when I woke in the night
My stomach felt sick
As I remebered back, thinking of the dream
Still feeling bad
When I woke up that Sunday
After all the beer I’d had
Now each time I go to sleep
I try to think of same
Just me and Neve Campbell alone once again
But its never been the same
And that makes me feel bad
It seems nothing like that sunday
After all the beer I’d had
Dedicated to Neve Campbell,
Written by Andrew McCreadie (joker)
Wings.
I see you from a distance
Through passers by and fans
Wearing the same old smile
And shaking someones hand
Take her wings and fly
My life has stirred inside
See how she has grown for me
Take her wings and fly
When your long black hair blows in the wind
People stop and stare at you
Your face is a light in this dim life
And your beauty shines through and through
I can look into your eyes
See previous lifes gone by
And it makes me want to hold
Just you and your old soul
Take her wings and fly
My life has stirred inside
See how you have grown for me
Take her wings and fly
Written by Andrew McCreadie (joker)
Below follows what I myself consider the most powerful ode to love I’ve ever seen or heard! – Neve deserves nothing less! 🙂
I didn’t write it (I wish I did); a danish musical prodigy named Martin Hall did, but I did select it for this page.
Martin Hall: Eyes and Hands
As I am changing in these filters of light
without difference between the symbol
and the force which is symbolized
just like you scanning the shadows
I see you through nothing but eyes
depending on eyes
as the sphere of wound strengthens the love
Earthbound to heaven
but trapped in the mirrors
if selfmade conditions rule perfectly blind
so selfish bourgeouis, so vulgar pretentious
in your attempted martyrdom…
From sacrifice to power-release
the strain keeps the balance of love
while it shines like a diamond
so dustless and unseen
beyond tension and form
Feel it skinless, take it in
in whirls of love, through eyes and hands
a voice surrounds me, a touch reminds me
equalizing every change
Again I lie down to die in your arms
surrounded by the rings in the water
beyond dividing life into senses
in intellectual self-mutilation
in every circle knowing the centre
in every touch a signal so tender
all on the outside, all on the inside
without distinction
From request to request, hiding in the mirrors
in these arms of pain, in the identity of the pain
drawing the lines between love and hatred
based on code and revenge
where’s your respect for love
where’s your respect for life
acting out neurotic non-appearance
stimulating some denied desire
by simulating a heart on fire
in worlds on location in wordless betrayal
in the illusion of security
but there will be no restrictions nor any limits
for body and spirit when love trancends
in both sense and symbol
beyond good and evil
beyond you and me
cover me with your eyes
All lyrics, music, vocals and instruments by Martin Hall, © 1985!
Taken from the album “Relief”, SAM 15, Dansk Sam 1985
William Shakespeare: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Submitted by Daniel Coker
Dreams.
Aimless flight in self-blind night,
Unable to divine left from right,
I fly and fall without a sight
���� of purpose.
My only refuge is my dreams;
My sleep unmakes what life seems
To make a set of drowning streams
���� of despair.
And in my dreams she appears,
And she is you and washes fears
Away from me and in my tears
���� I awake,
��������� knowing a dream
�������������� as a dream.
To leave your arms in the land of Nod,
To leave behind divine dream sod,
Where all was real and nothing fraud
��� and I was in your heart.
But it’s back to the world I go,
Back to the world I know,
��� back to life,
��������� empty
�������������� without you.
I’m an arrow broken, an unstrung bow,
A purposeless token of self-pitious woe,
A thing in flight unable to know
���� a purpose.
But when the broken arrow hits the floor,
When it breaks again and I’m no more,
���� at least
��������� I’ll know
�������������� I dreamed
Written and submitted by Mark Peterson – © 1998.