maandag 16 november 2009

Neil Young Late Night with Conan O'Brien


Voor de promotie van van zijn Album Prairy Wind was Neil 4 avonden te gast bij de Late Night Show van Conan o Brien (Dinsdag 1 November t/m Vrijdag 4 November 2005)

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The Painter

The painter stood,Before her work,She looked around every where,She saw the pictures and she painted them,She picked the colors from the air.
Green to green,Red to red,Yellow to yellow,In the light,Black to black,When the evening comes,Blue to blue,In the night
It's a long road,Behind me,It's a long road,Ahead
If you follow every dream,You might get lost,If you follow every dream,
You mightGetLost.
She towed the line,She held her end up,She did the work of too many,
But in the end,She fell down,Before she got up again.
I keep my friends eternally,We leave our tracks in the sound,Some of them are with me now,
Some of them can't be found
It's a long road behind me,And I miss you now,If you follow every dream,
You might get lost,If you follow every dream,You mightGetLost.

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This Old Guitar
This old guitar ain't mine to keep,Just taking care of it now
It's been around for years and years,Just waiting in its old case
It's been up and down the country roads,It's brought a tear and a smile
It's seen its share of dreams and hopes,And never went out of style
The more I play it, the better it sounds,It cries when I leave it alone
Silently it waits for me,
Or someone else I suppose

This old guitar,This old guitar,This old guitar

This old guitar has caught some breaks,But it never searched for gold
It can't be blamed for my mistakes,It only does what it's told
It's been a messenger in times of trouble,In times of hope and fear
When I get drunk and seeing double,It jumps behind the wheel and steers
This old guitar ain't mine to keep,It's mine to play for a while
This old guitar ain't mine to keep,It's only mine for a while

This old guitar,This old guitar,This old guitar...........

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The Needle and tne Damage Done.
I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can i have some more,Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city and i lost my band,I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song because i love the man,I know that some of you don't understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out.

I've seen the needle and the damage done,A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun.

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Far from Home

When I was a growing boy,A-rocking on my daddy's knee
Daddy took an old guitar and sang,Bury me on the lone prairie
Uncle Bob sat at the piano,My girl cousins sang harmony
Those were the good old family times,That left a big mark on me

Bury me out on the prairie,Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky,And then I won't be far from home
Bury me out on the prairie,Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me,'Cause then I won't be far from home

Walking down the trans-Canada highway,I was talking to a firefly
Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee,When another car passed me by

Some day I'm gonna make big money,And buy myself a big old car
Make my way on down to that promised land,And then I'm gonna really go far

Bury me out on the prairie,Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky,And then I won't be far from home
Just bury me out on the prairie,Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me,'Cause then I won't be far from home


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No Wonder

See the bluebird fly easy as a dream,Dipping and bobbing in the sun
Could she be the one I saw so long ago,Could she be the one to take me home

This pasture is green,I'm walking in the sun
It's turning brown,I'm standing in the rain
My overcoat is worn,The pockets are all torn
I'm moving away from the pain

Tick-tock,The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring,The old church bell
The bride and her love,Seeking guidance from above


Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind,I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again
That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head,I'll always remember something Chris Rock said

Don't send no more candles,No matter what you do
Then Willie stopped singing,And the prairie wind blew
The green kept rolling on,For miles and miles
Fields of fuel rolling on for miles

Tick-tock,The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Toll, toll,The fallen soldier bell
The old church on the hill,Still standing when so many fell


Back when I was young, the birds blocked out the sun,Before the great migration south
We only shot a few,They last the winter through
Mother cooked them good and served them up

Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair,Behind a big wooden desk
The caribou we killed mean nothing to him,He took his money just like all the rest

Tick-tock,The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring,Ring the wedding bells
The bride takes the ring,And the happy people sing

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