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Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young




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Four Way Street (1971)
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King Midas In Reverse (bonus track)
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Laughing (bonus track)
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Black Queen (bonus track)
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It's getting to the point
Where I'm 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
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? (Help me, I'm suffering)
And listen to me baby
It's my heart that's a-suffering (Help me, I'm dying)
It's a-dying, 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 the 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, leery
Losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady

Do do do do do, do do do do-do-do
Do do do do do, do do do-do
Do do do do do, do do do do-do-do
Do do do do do, do do do-do

Que linda me la traiga Cuba
La reina de la Mar Caribe
Quiero solo visitarla alli
Y que triste que no puedo vaya
O va, o va

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Neil Young

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 till later on
If I do come back at all

But to 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 change to see through me
Though the other side is just the same
You can tell my dream is real

Because I love you (I love you I do)
Can you feel it now

Though we rush ahead to save our time
We are only what we feel
And I love you (I love you I do)
Can you feel it now (can you feel it now)
Can you feel it now (can you feel it now)
Can you feel it now (can you feel it now)

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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 goodbye

Teach your children well
Their father's hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, 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 tender years (And do you care?)
Can't know the fears (And can you see?) that your elders grew by (We must be free)
And so, please help (To teach your children) them with your youth (What you believe in)
They seek the truth (Make a world) before they can die (That 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 picked, the one you'll know by

Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you will cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

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Triad
by David Crosby
Performed on the Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young album "4 Way Street"

You want to know how it will be
Me and her or you and me
You both sit there with your long hair flowing
Your eyes alive, your minds are still growing
Saying to me what can we do now that we
Both love you -- I love you too
But I don't really see, why can't we go on as three

You are afraid, embarrased too, no one has ever in your sweet short life child
Said such a thing to you
Your mother's ghost stands at you shoulder
Got a face like ice -- just a little colder
Saying you can not do that it breaks all the rules
You learned in school
But I don't really see, why can't we go on as mmm three

You know we love each other it's plain to see
There's just one answer comes to me
Sister lovers -- some of you must know about water brothers
And in time maybe others
So you see what we can do
Is to try something new - that is if you're crazy too
But I don't really see, why can't we go on as three

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Wheel gull spin and glide ... you've got no place to hide
'Cause you don't need one
All along the lee shore shells lie scattered in the sand
Winking up like shining eyes at me, from the sea
Here is one like sunrise older than you know
It's still lying there where some careless wave
Forgot it long ago
When I awoke this morning
Dove beneath my floating home
Down below her graceful side
In the turning tide
To watch the sea fish roam
And there I heard a story
From the sailors of the Sandra Marie
There's another isle a days' run away from here
It's empty and free
From here to Venezuela nothing more to see
Than a hundred thousand islands
Flung like jewels upon the sea
For you and me

Sunset smells of dinner
Women are calling at me to end my tales
But perhaps I'll see you the next quiet place
I furl my sails

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Graham Nash

Though your brother's bound and gagged
And they've chained him to a chair
Won't you please come to Chicago
Just to sing

In a land that's known as freedom
How can such a thing be fair
Won't you please come to Chicago
For the help that we can bring

We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying ... to get better

Politicians sit yourself down
There's nothing for you here
Won't you please come to Chicago
For a ride

Don't ask Jack to help you
'Cause he'll turn the other ear
Won't you please come to Chicago
Or else join the other side

We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying ... if you believe in justice
It's dying ... and if you believe in freedom
It's dying ... let a man live his own life
It's dying ... rules and regulations, who needs them
Throw em out the door

Somehow people must be free
I hope the day comes soon
Won't you please come to Chicago
Show your face

From the bottum of the ocean
To the mountains on the moon
Won't you please come to Chicago
No one else can take your place

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My head is hanging heavy with the thoughts of him in mind
'Tis sacrilege for us to take advantage of the blind
So, tell before you come to me from out of yonder skies
A man's a man who looks a man right between the eyes

And the pain that we can bring to him
I don't think he could beat
Please don't ask me how I know
I've just been up that street
And all the people living there
Have been silenced by their own lies
A man's a man who looks a man right between the eyes

And talking' from experience I know how he would feel
Waking up and finding that his one love wasn't real
But the age of truth will soon appear, Aquarius arrives
A man's a man who looks a man right between the eyes

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Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place at your command
Can I stay here for a while
Can I see your sweet sweet smile
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same?
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band begun to rust
After all the sin we've had
I was hopin' that we turn back
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

Hello woman of my dreams
Is this not the way it seems?
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

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Old man sitting by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky
Cold wind ripping down the alley 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 burnning
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

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Stephen Stills

Forty nine reasons all in a line
All of them good ones, all of them lies
Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends
Need a little work and there's fences to mend

Steady girl, she was my world
Till the drifter come, now she's gone
I let that man play his hand
I let them go, how was I to know
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please

Now it's over, they left in the spring
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things
And I want you to clap your hands
Awwww Come on and clap your hands everybody
Yeah all right yeah all right yeah
And a little bit louder now
A little bit louder now
And a little bit louder now
Yes and a little bit louder now
Oh, you know there's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
Yes there's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to be ware
And we got to stop children, what's that sound
Look what's going down
Ahh look what's going down
All right
What a field day, what a heat
Must have been a thousand people standing in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Come on, mostly say "hurray for our side"
And we got to stop children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
All right, what's going down ah yes
Well it looks to me like there's a few politicians hanging around children
Purpertating some kind of myth on us all all right
Taking bout what a drag all the kids are yeah aahh
Cause they got the guts to get out in the strees and tell the truth every day aahh yes
Making it a little hot for them, you know all right
But you know that we're all just out there proving to
Richard Nixon and Spiro Agnew and Richard Dailey and all them other,
well whatever you want to call them
That America is still the home of the brave oh yes it is
And you got to be brave children
How many is it that they shot down already?
Something like seventeen of us.
But you know we gotta do it
We gotta keep on keeping on
Because if we don't do it nobody else is gonna
But you know if we can't do it with a smile on our face
You know if we can't love in our hearts then children we ain't got no right to do it at all
Because it just means we ain't learned nothing yet
We're supposed to be some kind of different Ahhh
Whoa Whoa Whoa oh yes
And I don't know if I want white America to remember or to forget
That Jesus Christ was the first non-violent revolutionary
Dig it ohh Dig it ooh right on Dig it yeah
You know that paranoia it strikes deep
Into your life it's going to creep
And it starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line the man comes
He's going to shoot you down
We've got to stop hey now what's that sound
Yeah we've got to stop and what's that sound yes
We've got to stop hey children what's that sound
What's going down oh yeah

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If you're down and confused
and you don't remember who your talking to
your concentration slips away
because 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 cryin' 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
doo doo doo...

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 into joy
She's a girl and you're a boy
Get together, make it tonight,
You ain't gonna need no 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
doo doo doo...

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I have kissed you
So I'll miss you
On the road I'll be wantin' you
But I have you 'cause I love you
And you have me 'cause you love me too. Yeah.

Felt forsaken, you'll awaken to joys of livin'
hand in glove, and then I will lend you my will,
and your days will be filled with love

Don't run the time approaches
hotels and midnight coaches
be sure to hide the roaches

Felt rejected, as expected, you rejected all the
thoughts of words, so I'll pray, with you,
to stay with me forever, and we'll make it work.

Don't run the time approaches
hotels and midnight coaches
be sure to hide the roaches

Elevated, you're elated, 'cause I've waited a year
for you, if you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin'
then I'm gonna make my love to you.

Don't run the time approaches
hotels and midnight coaches
be sure to hide the roaches

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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 going on around here
It surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day, no
And it appears to be a long (Yes, it does)
Appears to be a long (Mmm)
Appears to be a long
Time, such a 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, no, try to get yourself elected
If you do, you had better cut your hair, mmm
And it appears to be a long (Yes, it does)
Appears to be a long (Mmmhmm)
Appears to be a long
Time, such a long, long, long, long time
Before the dawn, yeah

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, such a long, long, long, long time
Before the dawn

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Neil Young



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?



Lillie 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?

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Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning 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?

Na na-na-na, na-na na-na
Na na-na-na, na-na na
Na na-na-na, na-na na-na
Na na-na-na, na-na na

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 comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio (Four dead)
Four dead in Ohio (Four)
Four dead in Ohio (How many?)
Four dead in Ohio (How many more?)
Four dead in Ohio (Why?)
Four dead in Ohio (Oh!)
Four dead in Ohio (Four)
Four dead in Ohio (Why?)
Four dead in Ohio (Why?)

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One morning I woke up and I knew
You were really 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?

. . .


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

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If you could only see me
And know exactly who I am
You wouldn't want to be me
Oh I can assure you of that
I'm not the guy to run with
'Cos I'll throw you off the line
I'll break you and destroy you
Given time
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
It's plain to see it's hopeless
Going on that way we are
So even though I lose you
You'd be better of by far
He's not the one to hold your trust
Everything around him turns to dust
In his hand
Nothing he can do is right
He'd even like to sleep at night
But he can't
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
I wish someone would find me
And help me gain control
Before I lose my reason and my soul
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse

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Crosby

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 I found a light
And all this darkness
I was mistaken
Only reflections - of a shadow that I saw
And I thought I'd seen someone
Who seemed at last
To know the truth
I was mistaken
It was only a child - laughing - in the sun
Ah! In the sun

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Gonna do a country blues.
A little music from back home.
I was raised in Louisiana,
And, uh, there used to be an old black man
Named Charlie Harris worked at a feed store
And he'd sit out in the back,
Long about sundown, and play kinda like this.

One thing the Blues ain't, is funny.

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