Neil Young
Canadian singer-songwriter who is widely regarded as one of the most influential musicians of his generation.
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.
In my little box
At the top of the stair
With my Indian rug
And a pipe to share.
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.
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.
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.
It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down.
Did you see them in the river?
They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quiver,
Brown skinned Indian on the banks
That were crowded and narrow,
Held a broken arrow?
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.
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.