Neil Young
Canadian singer-songwriter who is widely regarded as one of the most influential musicians of his generation.
You're all just pissin' in the wind,
You don't know it but you are.
Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.
When you dance,
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?
A sparkle was in his eye, but his life was in his hand.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.
When I was a younger man,
Got lucky with a rock 'n' roll band,
Struck gold in Hollywood,
All the time I knew I would
Get back to the country,
Back where it all began.
Get back to the country,
Back in the barn again.
Think I'll roll another number for the road,
I feel able to get under any load,
Though my feet aren't on the ground,
I've been standing on the sound
Of some open-hearted people going down.
I've seen the needle and the damage done.
A little part of it in everyone.
But every junkie's like a settin' sun.
And the world on a string doesn't mean a thing.
There you stood on the edge of your feather
Expecting to fly.
While I laughed, I wondered whether
I could wave goodbye
Knowin' that you'd gone.
There's colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign
On the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin'
We'd be better off dead.
Don't feel like Satan,
But I am to them.
So I try to forget it,
Any way I can.
I never believed in much,
But I believed in you.
Well, people let me tell you, it sent a chill up and down my spine,
When I picked up the telephone and heard that he'd died out on the mainline.
Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you.
I need someone to love me
The whole day through.
Ah, one look in my eyes
And you can tell that's true.
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.
I've been flyin' down the road,
And I've been starvin' to be alone,
Independent from the scene that I've known.
Live music is better! Bumper stickers should be issued!
Welfare mothers make better lovers.
Well, all those people, they think they've got it made,
But I wouldn't buy, sell, borrow or trade
Anything I have to be like one of them.
I'd rather start all over again.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.