Neil Young
Canadian singer-songwriter who is widely regarded as one of the most influential musicians of his generation.
Southern man better keep your head.
Don't forget what your good book said.
Southern change gonna come at last
Now your crosses are burning fast.
Southern man.
It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down.
I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
For a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind,
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
For a heart of gold.
And I'm getting old.
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
And there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.
My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay.
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away.
My my, hey hey.
In my little box
At the top of the stair
With my Indian rug
And a pipe to share.
Oh, baby, that's hard to change,
I can't tell them how to feel,
Some get stoned, some get strange,
But sooner or later, it all gets real.
Walk on.
Walk on.
Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Through the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits.
I gave to you, now, you give to me
I'd like to know what you learned.
The sky is blue and so is the sea
What is the color, when black is burned?
But only love can break your heart
Try to be sure right from the start
Yes only love can break your heart
What if your world should fall apart?
Please take my advice, please take my advice,
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
The king is gone
But he's not forgotten.
This is the story
Of a Johnny Rotten
It's better to burn out
Than it is to rust.
The king is gone
But he's not forgotten.
I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
I'm singin' this borrowed tune I took from the Rolling Stones,
Alone in this empty room, too wasted to write my own.
Oh tell me where the answer lies,
Is it in the notebook behind your eyes?
And we'll be watching you
No matter what you do
And you can do your part
By watchin' others too.
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
You're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.
The economy was getting so bad, I had to lay myself off.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
I'm not going back to Woodstock for a while,
Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile,
I'm a million miles away from that helicopter day,
No, I don't think I'll be goin' back that way.