| Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young Lyrics |
| The Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, etc. |
| Eight Miles High Everybody I Love You Find The Cost Of Freedom For What It's Worth 4+20 Helpless Helplessly Hoping Homeward Thru The Haze Guinevere Just A Song Before I Go Laughing Love The One You're With Man In The Mirror Mr. Tambourine Man My Back Pages Music Is Love Ohio Old Times Good Times Our House Simple Man Southern Cross Southern Man Suite: Judy Blue Eyes Teach Your Children Turn! Turn! Turn! Wasted On The Way Woodstock Word Game |
| Almost Cut My Hair Almost cut my hair, it happened just the other day. It's gettin' kinda long, I coulda said it wasn't in my way. But I didn't and I wonder why, I feel like letting my freak flag fly, cause I feel like I owe it to someone. Must be because I had the flu for Christmas and I'm not feeling up to par. It increases my paranoia, like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car. But I'm not giving in an inch to fear cause I missed myself this year. I feel like I owe it to someone. When I finally get myself together, I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather. And I find a place inside to laugh, separate the wheat from the chaff. I feel like I owe it to someone. Carry Me When I was a young man, I found an old dream. It was as battered and worn a one, as you have ever seen. I invented some new wings, and I painted a nose, I wished so hard, up in the air, I rose, singing: Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world. Carry me, carry me, carry me. And I once loved a girl, she was younger than me. Her parents kept her locked, up in their lives, and she was crying, she was wishing she could be free. Of course I mostly remember her laughing, standing there and watching us play. For a while then, the music, would take her away and she'd be singing: Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world. Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world. Then there was my mother, she was lying in white sheets there and she was waiting to die. She said if you just reach underneath this bed, and untie these weights, I could surely fly. She's still smiling but she's tired, she'd like to hear that last bell ring. You know if she still could she would, stand up, she would sing. Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world. Carry me, carry me, carry me... Country Girl Winding paths through tables and glass, first flowers bloom. Now watch the Summer pass so close to you. Too late to keep the change, too late to pay, no time to stay the same, too young to leave. "No pass out" sign on the door set me thinking. Are waitresses paying the price of their winking? While stars sit at bars and decide what they're drinking. They stop by to die because it's faster than sinking. Too late to keep the change, too late to pay, no time to stay the same, too late to keep the change, too late to pay, no time to stay the same, too young to leave. Find out that now was the answer to answers that you gave later. She did the things that we all did before now but who forgave her? If I could stand to see her crying, I would tell her not to care. When she learns of all your lying, will she join you there? Country girl I think you're pretty, got to make you understand. Have no lovers in the city, let me be your country man. Got to make you understand, got to make you understand, country girl... Carry On One morning I woke up and I knew that you were gone. A new day, a new way, I knew I should see it along. Go your way, I'll go mine and carry on. The sky is clearing and the night has gone out. The sun, he come, the world is all full of light. Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on. The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song. Now witness the quickness with which we get along. To sing the blues you've got to live the tunes and carry on. Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all. Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow? Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow? Oh, the questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see, lover, can you talk to me? Girl, when I was on my own, chasing you down, what was it made you run, trying your best just to get around? The questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see, lover, can you talk to me? Deja Vu If I had ever been here before I would probably know just what to do. Don't you? If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel, I would probably know just how to deal with all of you.. And I feel like I've been here before. Feel like I've been here before. And you know it makes me wonder what's going on under the ground. Do you know? Don't you wonder what's going on down under you? We have all been here before, we have all been here before. We have all been here before, we have all been here before. Eight Miles High Eight miles high and when you touch down, you'll find that it's stranger than known. Signs in the street that say where you're going are somewhere just being their own. Nowhere is there warmth to be found among those afraid of losing their ground. Rain gray town known for its sound in places small faces unbound. Round the squares huddled in storms, some laughing, some just shapeless forms. Sidewalk scenes and black limousines, some living, some standing alone. Everybody I Love You Know you got to run, know you got to hide. Still there is a great life engrained deep within your eyes. Open up, open up, baby, let me in. You expect for me to love you when you hate yourself my friend la, la, la... Everybody I love you, everybody I do, oh, yes. Though your heart is an answer, I need your love to get me through, oh yeah, I really do now. When I tell you I love you, when I tell you, you can believe that it's true, oh, yes it is. Everybody I love you, everybody I do, oh, yes I really do now... Find The Cost Of Freedom Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground. Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down. Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground. Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down. For What It's Worth There's something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there, telling me I've got to beware. I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down. There's battle lines are being drawn. Nobody's right if everybody's wrong. Young people speaking their minds are getting so much resistance from behind. Time we stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down. What a field day for the heat. A thousand people in the street singing songs and carrying signs, mostly say "hooray for our side." It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down. Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep. It starts when you're always afraid. Step outta line, the man come and take you away. We better stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look, what's going down... 4+20 Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life, the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife. He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door and he worked like the devil to be more. A different kind of poverty now upsets me so. Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know- why am I so alone? Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone? Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed. I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head. I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease. Guinevere Guinevere had green eyes like yours, my lady, like yours when she'd walk down through the garden in the morning after it rained. Peacocks wandered aimlessly underneath an orange tree. Why can't she see me? Guinevere drew pentagrams like yours, my lady, like yours late at night when she thought that no one was watching at all on the wall. She shall be free. As she turns her gaze down the slope to the harbor where I lay, anchored for the day. Guinevere had golden hair like yours, my lady, like yours, streaming out when we'd ride through the warm wind down by the bay yesterday. Seagulls circling endlessly, I sing in silent harmony. We shall be free. Helplessly Hoping Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of goodbye. Wordlessly watching, he waits by the window and wonders at the empty place inside. Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he worries, did he hear a goodbye? Or even hello? They are one person, they are two alone, they are three together, they are for each other. Stand by the stairway, you'll see something certain to tell you confusion has its cost. Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers, saying she is lost and choking on hello. They are one person, they are two alone, they are three together, they are for each other. Helpless There is a town in north Ontario, with dream, comfort, memory to spare. And in my mind I still need a place to go, all my changes were there. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, yellow moon on the rise, big birds flying across the sky throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless... Baby can you hear me now? The chains are locked and tied across the door, baby, sing with me somehow. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, yellow moon on the rise, big birds flying across the sky throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless... Homeward Thru The Haze First rain of winter, first fall from grace, first hollow echo in the halls of praise. How could Samson, blind as a bat, have gone and torn down the temples like that? How could little Caesar know where of he spoke when all of his wheels are turning into a joke? Blind are leading the blind and I am amazed how they stumble homeward thru the haze. Soul of a rag picker, mind of a slug keeps sweeping problems under my rug. All of my fine, fair weather friends will have no more time to make their amends. Blind are leading the blind and I am amazed how they stumble homeward thru the haze. Blind are leading the blind and I am amazed how they stumble homeward thru the haze. Just A Song Before I Go Just a song before I go, to whom it may concern. Travelling twice the speed of sound, it's easy to get burned. When the shows were over, we had to get back home, and when we opened up the door I had to be alone. She helped me with my suitcase, she stands before my eyes, driving me to the airport and to the friendly skies. Going through security I held her for so long. She finally looked at me in love, and she was gone. Just a song before I go, a lesson to be learned. Travelling twice the speed of sound, it's easy to get burned. Laughing I thought I met a man who said he knew a man who knew what was going on. I was mistaken, only another stranger that I knew. I thought that I'd found a light to guide me through my night and all this darkness. I was mistaken, only reflections of a shadow that I'd saw. And I thought if I've seen someone who's seen at last to know the truth. I was mistaken, only a child laughing in the sun. Ah, in the sun. Love The One You're With If you're down, and confused and you don't remember, who you're talking to. Concentration slips away cause your baby is so far away. And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove. And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with. Don't be angry, don't be sad, don't sit crying over good times you had. There's a girl, right next to you and she's just waiting for something to do. And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove. And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with. Turn your heartache right into joy. She's a girl and you're a boy. So get it together, make it nice and you won't need any more advice. And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove. And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with, love the one you're with. Mr. Tambourine Man Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, in the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand, left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, in the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. Man In The Mirror On the end of a tight rope, I'm over the town. I'd be good in a circus but so would a clown. From the way that I feel, all my hang-ups are down. In the middle of nowhere, I found me a tree and the fruit that we live on reminds me of me. Though we live in the air, I'm not sure that we're free. And I don't really have much to say cause I'm living from day to day somewhere. And I don't care what the people say cause if everyone know the way we're nowhere. Two and two make four, they never make five, and as long as we know it, we all can survive. Make sure that the things we do keep us alive. And I don't really have much to say cause I'm living from day to day somewhere. And I don't care what the people say cause if everyone know the way we're nowhere. Is the image I'm making the image I see when the man in the mirror is talking to me? My Back Pages Crimson flames tied through my ears, throwing high and mighty traps Countless fire and flaming road, using ideas as my maps. "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud ‘neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed. Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull, I dreamed. Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach, fearing not I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach. My pathway led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking I had something to protect. Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Music Is Love Everybody's saying music is love, everybody's saying it's, you know it is, everyone, yes, everyone. Everybody's saying music, music is love, everybody's saying that music is love. Everybody's saying it's love... Put on your colors and run come see, everybody's saying that music's for free. Take off your clothes and lie in the sun, everybody's saying that music's for fun. Ohio Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio. Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground? How can you run when you know? Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground? How can you run when you know? Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, how many more? Four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, home many more? Old Times Good Times When I was young and needed my time alone, jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou. Bogafalaya River was dark and cold, seven years old, I couldn't find my way home. Old times, good times. Old times, good times. When I was twelve, I learned how to play the guitar, got myself a job in a Jax beer bar. Got myself together, went to New Orleans, found myself working for rice and beans. Old times, good times. Old times, good times. New York City was so damned cold, I had to get out of that town before I got old. California, rock and roll dream, got too high and we blew our whole scene, but we had a good time. Old times, good times. Old times, good times... Our House I'll light the fire, you put the flowers in the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours while I listen to you play your love songs all night long for me, only for me. Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you. Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard, now everything is easy cause of you and our la, la, la... Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard, now everything is easy cause of you and our I'll light the fire, you put the flowers in the vase that you bought today. Simple Man I am a simple man, so I sing a simple song. Never been so much in love and never hurt so bad at the same time. I am a simple man and I play a simple tune, I wish that I could see you once again across the room like the first time. I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down. I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around and I can't make it alone. The ending of the tale is the singing of the song. Make me proud to be your man only you can make me strong like the last time. I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down. I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around and I can't make it alone. Southern Cross Got out of town on a boat, going to Southern islands. Sailing a reach before a following sea. She was making for the trades on the outside, and the downhill run to Papeete. Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas, we got eighty feet of the waterline, nicely making way. In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you. But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away. Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling. What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten. I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure. And you know it will, and you know it will. When you see the Southern Cross for the first time, you understand now why you came this way. Cause the truth you might be running from is so small. But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day. So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying. And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain. I have my ship and all her flags are a flying. She is all that I have left and music is her name. Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling. What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten. I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure. And you know it will, and you know it will. So we cheated and we lied and we tested and we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do. You will survive being bested. Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you at the Southern Cross. Southern Man 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. I saw cotton and I saw black, tall white mansions and little shacks. Southern man, when will you pay them back? I heard screaming and bullwhips cracking, how long? How long? 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. Lilly Belle, your hair is golden brown, I've seen your black man coming round. Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down. I heard screaming and bullwhips cracking, how long? How long? Suite: Judy Blue Eyes It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry. Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, "I am lonely." I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard. Remember what we've said, and done and felt about each other, oh babe, have mercy. Don't let the past, remind us of what we are not now, I am not dreaming. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard. Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free and I am crying. This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever, yes, and for always. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard. Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening? Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart and I love you. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard. Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, what have you got to lose? Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you what have you got to lose? Can I tell it like it is, listen to me baby- it's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I have to lose. I've got an answer. I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose? Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose? Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow. Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight, asking me, said, she so free, how can you catch the sparrow? Lacy, lilting lyrics, losing love lamenting. Change by life, make it right, be my lady. Teach Your Children You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by. And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye. Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by, and feed them on your dreams, the one they picks, the one you'll know by. Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry, so just look at them and sigh and know they love you. And you (can you hear?), of the tender years (do you care?) can't know the fears (can't you see we) that your elders grew by (must be free to), and so please help them (teach your children) with your youth (to believe), they seek the truth (make a world that) before they can die (we can live in). Teach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by, and feed them on your dreams, the one they picks, the one you'll know by. Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry, so just look at them and sigh and know they love you. Turn! Turn! Turn! To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to reap. A time to kill, a time to heal, a time to laugh, a time to weep. To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to build up, a time to break down, a time to dance, a time to mourn. A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together. To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time of love, a time of hate, a time of war, a time of peace. A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing. To every thing, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to gain, a time to lose, a time to rend, a time to sew. A time to love, a time to hate, a time for peace, I swear it's not too late. Wasted On The Way Look around me, I can see my life before me, running rings around the way it used to be. I am older now, I have more than what I wanted but I wish that I had started long before I did. And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn, time we have wasted on the way. So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away. Oh, when you were young, did you question all the answers? Did you envy all the dancers who had all the nerve? Look round you now, you must go for what you wanted. Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved. And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn, time we have wasted on the way. So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away. And there's so much love to make up everywhere you turn, love we have wasted on the way. So much water moving underneath the bridge, let the water come and carry us away. Let the water come and carry us away. Woodstock Well I came across a child of God, he was walking along the road and I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me: Well, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land, set my soul free. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, and we got to get ourselves back to the garden. Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog. And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning. And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man. And I don't know who I am but life is for learning. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, and we got to get ourselves back to the garden. By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, and everywhere there was song and celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, turning into butterflies above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden, we caught in the devil's bargain, and we got to get ourselves back to the garden. Word Game Would you knock a man down if you didn't like the cut of his clothes? Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows? Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the droves. And I know most of you either don't believe it's true or else you don't know what to do, or maybe I'm singing about you, who knows? It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows. Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows. Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go. You can feel it as it's rumbling, let emotions keep a-tumbling, then, as cities start to crumbling, mostly empty bellies grumbling here we go. People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown. Then they think they've got him licked, the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow. A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow. I was told that life is change and yet history remains, does it always stay the same? Do we shrug it off and say, "only God knows?" By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto, try and help, but they don't know why folks treat them cold. And the rich keep getting richer, and the rest of us just keep getting old. You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian, if you don't you will be missing High Mass or the evening show, and the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown. Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they owe. And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they know. I have seen these things with my very own eyes, and defended my battered soul, it must be too tough to die. American propaganda, South African lies will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemy's pride and I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness besides. His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry because his children, they are growing up and plainly tired of putting up with bigots and their silver cups, they're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright. |