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Neil Young

by T. Nathan Roane

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Bandit 04:34
Turnin' the pages in this old book, it seems familiar; might be worth a second look. Wrappin' up dope in a paper bag, talking to yourself, taking a drag. Who are you kidding with what you say? Doesn't matter, you'll never hear it anyway. Gotta get past the negative thing; the voters and business, you get what you bring. No one's sorry, you did it yourself; it's time to relax now and then give it hell. Someday, you'll find what you're lookin' for. Someday, you'll find... You didn't bet on the Dodgers to beat the Giants, then David came over. And now you gotta pay up. Didn't count on that. Gee, half the money's gone and the month is still young; where're you going to go now? Things are closin' in, you gotta trust someone, trust someone. Someone you trust. Gotta be careful, careful. Can't go to your brother; that money's all gone. Can't go to your friends Someday, you'll find... Someday, you'll find... Someday, you'll find everything you're looking for. Someday, you'll find everything you're looking for. Yeah... Made out like a bandit for so many years. What are you working for? One more big score? What are you trying to prove? Trying to get closer, but not too close. Trying to get through, but not be through. No one can touch you now? I can touch you now. You're invisible, got too many secrets. Bob Dylan said that, somethin' like that. Someday, you'll find what you're looking for. -
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up, take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up. Start a brand new day. The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up, but I'm so down today. She's so fine, she's in my mind. I hear her callin'. See the lonely boy, out on the weekend trying to make it pay. Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and can't begin to say. She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up from her big brass bed. Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up somewhere in her head. -
Scattered 04:02
I'm a little bit high I'm a little bit low, hear your name where ever I go. I'm a little bit wrong, I'm a little bit right. Hear your name all day and night. When the music calls, I'll be there; no more sadness, no more cares. Let's think about living, let's think about life. Like a comet, painted on the sky, like an old soul, over darkness you'll fly. I'm a little bit here, I'm a little bit there, little bit scattered everywhere. I'm a little bit up, I'm a little bit down, hear your name all over this town. I'm a little bit high I'm a little bit low, hear your name where ever I go. _
Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town. You never see us 'cause we don't come around. We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down. But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round. So you be good to me and I'll be good to you, and in this land of conditions, I'm not above suspicion; I won't attack you, but I won't back you. Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn. Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone. It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long. Yes, that was me with the doves, settin' them free near the factory where you build your computer-love. I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection; I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you. Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on; I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone. But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong. I got the revolution blues; I see bloody fountains, and ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains. 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. -
Can't forget what happened yesterday, though my friends say don't look back. I can feel it coming through me, like an echo, like a photograph. -
Old man lying by the side of the road, with the lorries rolling by. Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load, and the buildings scrape the sky. Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn and the morning paper flies. Dead man lying by the side of the road with the daylight in his eyes. Don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning. Find someone who's turning and you will come around. Blind man running through the light of the night with an answer in his hand. Come on down to the river of sight and you can really understand. Red lights flashing through the window in the rain, can you hear the sirens moan? White cane lying in a gutter in the lane, if you're walking home alone. Don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning. Just find someone who's turning and you will come around. -
Loose Change 03:30
I built a house of cards, built a house of rain, built a house of love; I'd build ‘em all again. Built a road to reason, built a road to hate, built a road to the promised land, right up to the gate. Loose change in my pocket, future in my hand. Too many distractions for me to understand. Loose change. Too many distractions, got to get back home. Get into something solid, get out of the zone. Some roads bring renewal, some roads hide and wait. Some roads promise everything, and steal your fuel away. Some roads I been flyin', some roads I crashed, some roads I been sleepin' on, some roads I got back on. Some roads I been runnin', some roads I been stopped, some roads I been walkin’ down, some roads I was lost. -
It's a fallen situation, when all eyes are turned in and a love isn't flowing the way it could have been. Oh, but it feels so wrong. No, no, no, I don't believe this song. It's a sad communication with little reason to believe, when one isn't giving and one pretends to receive. Oh, but it feels so wrong. No, no, no, I don't believe this song. Pardon my heart if I showed that I cared, but I love you more than moments we have or have not shared. Oh, but it feels so good, when love flows the way that it should. It feels so good, it feels good, it feels good. -
Albuquerque 03:11
Well they say that Santa Fe is less than ninety miles away and I've got time to roll a number and rent a car. Oh, Albuquerque. (come back home) I've been flying down the road and I've been starvin’ to be alone, independent from the scene that I've known. Albuquerque. (come back home) So I'll stop when I can, find some fried eggs but no country ham. I'll find somewhere where they don't care who I am. Oh, Albuquerque. Oh, Albuquerque. -
Music Arcade 03:12
Have you ever been lost? Have you ever been found out? Have you ever felt all alone at the end of the day? Yeah I'm talkin' bout gettin' down. Take it easy - there's no one around, just a mirror and you and me and the TV screen. I was walkin down main street, not the sidewalk but main street, dodgin' traffic with flying feet - that's how good I felt. Took a spin in the laundromat, played a game in the music arcade, kept winnin' while the band played - that's how good I felt. Have you ever been singled out by a hungry man? You're listening to the radio, he's washin' your window. When you look in those vacant eyes, how does it harmonize with the things that you do? Have you ever been lost? Have you ever been found out? Have you ever felt all alone at the end of the day? Yeah I'm talkin' bout gettin' down. Take it easy - there's no one around, just a mirror and you and me and the TV screen. There's a comet in the sky tonight, makes me feel like I'm alright. I've been movin' pretty fast for my size. I really didn' mean to stay as long as I have, so I'll be movin' on. -


The Neil Young (2008-2010) album is a tribute, arranged in my own voice and style, self-recorded and mastered. My wife Susi Roane also sang a bit, this album being a gift for our wedding guests.

Neil Young taught me how, and why, to be a songwriter.


released October 15, 2010

1970-2003 Neil Young: songwriting, lyrics
© 2010 T. Nathan Roane: arranging, audio engineering, mastering, artwork, production, voice, guitars, trumpet, drum set, bass drums, pump organ, distortion, piano, clarinet, harmonica, phonofiddle, djembe, bass, vocoder

Susi Roane: voice


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T. Nathan Roane is a composer, singer, multi-instrumentalist and audio engineer in Berlin, Germany.

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