Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young - Live At Fillmore East, 1969 Lyrics
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 my life, make it right, be my lady.
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Blackbird
No one here can love or understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Pack up all my cares and woe, here I go, winging low
Bye, bye, blackbird
Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, so is she
Bye, bye, blackbird
No one here can love or understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye, bye
Bye, bye, blackbird
Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, so is she
Bye, bye, blackbird
No one here can love or understand me
Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye, bye
Writer: Mort Dixon, Ray Henderson
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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 good-bye
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 good-bye or even hello
They are 1 person
They are 2 alone
They are 3 together
They are 4 for each other
Stand by the stairway you'll see something certain to tell you
Confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying its loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are 1 person
They are 2 alone
They are 3 together
They are 4 for each other
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Guinnevere
Guinnevere had green eyes
Like yours, m'lady, like yours
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?
Guinnevere drew pentagrams
Like yours, m'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 a day
Guinnevere had golden hair
Like yours, m'lady, like yours
Streaming out when we'd ride
Through the warm wind down by the bay
Yesterday
Seagulls circle endlessly
I sing in silent harmony
We shall be free
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Lady of the Island
Holding you close undisturbed before a fire
The pressure in my chest when you breathe in my ear
We both knew this would happen when you first appeared
My lady of the island
The brownness of your body in the fire glow
Except the places where the sun refused to go
Our bodies were a perfect fit, in afterglow we lay
My lady of the island
Letting myself wander through the world inside your eyes
You know I'd like to stay here until every tear runs dry
My lady of the island
Wrapped around each other in the peepin' sun
Beams of sunshine light the stage, the red light's on
I never want to finish what I've just begun with you
My lady of the island
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Go Back Home
I don't even wanna go back home baby...
Shawty she told me she rolling
She don't wanna go back home
She don't really care where we going
As long as we going, gone
And I tried to leave her alone, shit, but I couldn't leave her alone
I got her out of her zone, she don't even answer the phone
When we together, I tell her that's not what I'm on, damn
But it's whatever
I should have knew better
The moment she told me the password to her phone, damn
He last man was my clone, damn
I took her up to a new level like a drone
She never seen this before, damn
She tryna creep on the low, damn
Hop in my shuttle, we taking off
Ride with a nigga, you know it's no looking behind
We'll never run out of money, or run out of love
Cause I'll always be running your mind
Shorty a Scorpio, she like to freak with a nigga
I like when she arching her spine
She always think bout a nigga when I'm out on tour
She always be hitting my line
And shorty she always be on
Victoria Secret her thong
Shorty Hispanic, and she speak in Spanish
But she speak in tongues when I give her the bone
She moaning melodies, she hitting high notes to every one of my favorite songs
Told her said f*ck it it's Cali
Just pack up a bag and come get in the whip and we gone
F*ck it we going
Writer: Kylynn Fannin, Sean Greaten
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
On The Way Home
When the dream came
I held my breath with my eyes closed
I went insane, like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows
Now, I won't be back 'til later on
If I do come back at all
But you know me (you know me)
And I miss you, now
In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me
When the change came
And you had a chance to see through me
Though the other side is just the same
You can tell my dream is real
Because I love you
Can you see me now?
Though we rush ahead to save our time
We are only what we feel
And I love you
Can you feel it now?
Can you feel it now?
Can you feel it now?
Can you feel it now?
Can you?
Can you?
Writer: Neil Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
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.
Writer: STILLS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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 cosy 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, la,la, la, la, la, 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
And you place the flowers in the jar
That you bought today
Writer: Graham Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
I've Loved Her So Long
She's a victim of her senses
Do you know her?
Can you see her in the distance
As she tumbles by?
Veteran of a race that should be over
Can you hear her sigh?
With wings to fly
She rolls along
Doing it wrong
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
There's a place that I know
We could go get away for a while
I can bring her the peace
That she needs
Give her reason to smile
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Oh, I've loved her so long
Writer: Neil Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
You Don't Have to Cry
You already know, man
Uh
I got a deuce, I got a ace
I got a car for every bump on your dirty face
If you ain't gang, then you in the way
No we ain't the same, diamonds spellin' out my name
Shorty want the pleasure but it come with pain
Hard to tame and bless with a lot of game
Keep the kush under a flame
The ground was a slow process but well worth it
Now they nervous, shit get way deep under the surface
I traveled all around the Earth and never missed a day of work
You fallin' off, I'm keepin' it more player
Smoke one flavor, parkin' my low riders, pissin' my neighbors off
Been in the game way too long and ain't take a loss
How you showin' up to work late and think you a boss?
My plane takin' off, more money in the bank
Less time spent on waitin' on someone else
You don't have to hide no more, aye
You don't have to hide no more, yeah
You don't have to hide no more, yeah
You don't have to hide no more
Always have and always will be the sickest
My nigga ain't no remedy
Stay on the grind, ain't no plan B
You hustle hard you understand me
Roll up the plants, stuffin' them hundred dollar bills in my pants
She ran out of luck
Last chance, ahead of my time, way too advanced
Wondering what my new shit gonna sound like, rollin' kush by the pound
Ain't tough 'less your niggas is around
Still underground, worth thirty mill a year, how that sound?
My son straight, so I ain't gotta worry 'bout much
You outta touch, money straight pile it up, I could buy what I want
I ain't takin' her out on a day, no way
Sun shades, brighter days, rollin' kush up bitin' them j's
My flow's more excitin'
You niggas more in to bitin', less talk and more writin'
You don't have to hide no more, aye
You don't have to hide no more, yeah
You don't have to hide no more, aye
You don't have to hide no more
Writer: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Marqus Brown, Ulthman Fadahunsi
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Long Time Gone
It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a Long Time Gone.
And it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long
Time, yes, a long, long, long ,long time before the dawn.
Turn, turn any corner.
Hear, you must hear what the people say.
You know there's something that's goin' on around here,
The surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day.
And it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long
Time, yes, a long, long, long ,long time before the dawn.
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness,
You got to speak your mind,
If you dare.
But don't no don't now try to get yourself elected
If you do you had better cut your hair.
`Cause it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Time, such a long long long long time before the dawn.
It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone.
But you know,
The darkest hour is always
Always just before the dawn.
And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long
Time before the dawn.
Writer: DAVID CROSBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Wooden Ships
by David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Paul Kantner
Stills: If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
in the same language.
Crosby: I can see by your coat, my friend,
you're from the other side,
There's just one thing I got to know,
Can you tell me please, who won?
Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
Crosby: Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now,
haven't got sick once.
Stills: Probably keep us both alive.
Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy,
Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be,
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
Talkin' 'bout very free and easy...
Horror grips us as we watch you die,
All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
Stare as all human feelings die,
We are leaving - you don't need us.
Go, take your sister then, by the hand,
lead her away from this foreign land,
Far away, where we might laugh again,
We are leaving - you don't need us.
And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm,
Out of the south over my shoulder,
Guess I'll set a course and go...
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Bluebird Revisited
The Pain Of Losing You Well It Made Me An Angry Man
Was There Something Else That I Could Do? Or Was It Over?
Had I The Chance?
So I Listened Once Again To My Bluebird Sing
Oh Yes And Children How She Made The Mountains Ring
Now When Hearts Be Stilled That Gentle Voice Is Spring
Oh My Precious My Soul Says To My Blue Eyed Sparrow
Come Back, Come Back. I Can Peal Away The Cages
Come Back, Come Back. I Can Put Away The Rages
Come Back, Come Back. Can We Turn The Next Page Together?
Listen To My Bluebird Laugh She Can Tell You Why
Deep Within Her Heart You See She Knows Only Cryin'
There She Sits Aloft At Perch Strangest Color Blue
Flying Is Forgotten Now Thinks Only Of You
Get Into All Those Blues Must Be A Thousand Years
And Each Is Differently Used You Just Know
You Sit There Mesmerized By The Depth Of Her Eyes
I Can Tell You No Lies
She's Got Soul, She's Got Soul She's Got Soul, She's Got Soul
She's Got Soul
Soon She's Goin' To Fly Away Sadness is Her Own
Give Herself A Bath Of Tears And Go Home
So I Listened Once Again To My Bluebird Sing
Oh Yes And Children How She Made The Mountains Ring
Now When Hearts Be Stilled That Voice Is Spring
Oh My Precious My Soul Says To My Blue Eyed Sparrow
Fly Back Home, Fly Back Home, Fly Back Home
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Sea of Madness
How can I bring you
To the Sea of Madness
I love you so much
It's gonna bring me sadness
I've never seen you
Through these eyes before
Now I don't believe it
I think I'll take it
Or leave it.
All I need
Is your sweet sweet loving
Fill my life with happiness
All I want is your heart
Every time I think of you
Mine falls apart.
I went to heaven
And I stood at the crossroads
I'll love you tomorrow
As sure as the wind blows
Silver rain
On the mountain clover
Washes away
Until the music is over.
Writer: NEIL YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Down By the River
Be on my side, I'll be on your side, baby
There is no reason for you to hide
It's so hard for me staying here all alone
When you could be taking me for a ride, yeah
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead, ooh
Shot her dead, ooh
You take my hand, I'll take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness is too much sorrow
It's impossible to make it today, yeah
Ooh, yeah
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away, yeah
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead, dead, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh shot her dead
Shot her dead
Be on my side, I'll be on your side
There is no reason for you to hide
It's so hard for me staying here all alone
When you could be taking me for a ride
Ooh, yeah
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away, yeah
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Writer: Neil Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Find The Cost Of Freedom
Daylight again, following me to bed
I think about a hundred years ago, how my fathers bled
I think I see a valley, covered with bones in blue
All the brave soldiers that cannot get older been askin' after
you
Hear the past a callin', from Ar- -megeddon's side
When everyone's talkin' and noone is listenin', how can we
decide?
(Do we) 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
(Find the cost of freedom buried in the ground)
Writer: Stephen Stills
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing