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Neil Young
Neil Young


Background information
Birth name Neil Percival Young
Born November 12, 1945
Born place Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Origin Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Genre(s) Rock
Folk-Rock
Hard Rock
Country Rock
Years active 1960—present
Label(s) Reprise Records
Geffen Records
Motown Records
Associated acts Pearl Jam
The Squires
The Mynah Birds
Buffalo Springfield
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Crazy Horse
The Stray Gators
The Stills-Young Band
The Ducks
Northern Lights
Booker T. Jones
Phish
Website Website



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Neil Young Album


Eldorado (04/19/1989)
04/19/1989
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Ain't a day goes by, I don't burn a little bit of my soul
Ain't a day goes by, I don't burn a little bit of my soul
Scored some friends along the way
Did what I did, said what I had to say
And I'd do it all again if I had to today
When all is said and done
I'm the one.

It's a long hard road when your friends start to leave you behind
It's a long hard road when you try to find peace of mind
Some might go for poison
And some go for too much stuff
Some just go to sleep at night
And forget to wake up.

Cocaine eyes
Can't hide your face
It's no surprise
You lose the race
Again.

Ain't a day goes by, I don't burn a little bit of my soul
Ain't a day goes by, I don't burn a little bit of my soul
Scored some friends along the way
Did what I did, said what I had to say
And I'd do it all again if I had to today
'Cause when all is said and done
I'm the one.

I'm the one, yeah.

Cocaine eyes
It won't hide your face
It's no surprise
You lost the race
Once again

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Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone.

I'll help you pack your things
I'll walk with you out to the car
I'll hold on to the ring
I won't forget the way things are.

My sweet love.

Your disappointed eyes
Are haunting me like my big lies
I see you glaring now
I see you staring in the fire.

My sweet love.

Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone.

My sweet love, my sweet love.

Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone.



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I may not mystify you
In your search for higher love
I may just slip right by you
With your eyes turned up above.

We may not compromise
I may not suit your taste tonight
My love
But as the time goes by
You might think that I'm all right
My love, my heavy love.

A noise, your phone is ringing
Or is that someone at your door
Inside your head I'm singing
Inside your heart I cry for more.

You may not hear me calling
You may not feel me bawling out
My love
But heavy rocks are falling
Heavy love is coming down
My love, my heavy love.

A noise, your phone is ringing
Or is that someone at your door
Inside your head I'm singing
Inside your heart I dig for more.

We may not compromise
I may not suit your taste tonight
My sweet love
But as the time goes by
You might think that I'm all right
My love, my heavy love.


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(Barry Mann/Cynthia Weill/Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller)

They say the neon lights are bright
On Broadway
They say there's always magic
In the air
But when you7re walkin' down the street
And you ain't had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off
And you're nowhere
They say the women treat you fine
On Broadway
But lookin' at them
Just gives me the blues
How ya gonna make some time
When all you got is one thin dime
And one thin dime won't even
Shine your shoes?
They say that I won't last too long
On Broadway
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home
They all say
But they're dead wrong
I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
On Broadway
On Broadway
Give me that crack
Give me some of that crack
Give me that crack
Ahhhhh

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In the crystal ball
The gypsy sees the villa
The riders on the hill
The fire in the fields
She sees the mission bell
Swinging in the silence
Now the shooting starts
The bullets pierce the hearts
The seqoritas crying at the well.

Up in the Gold Hotel
The money hits the table
The heavies all are there
That's why the deal's goin' down
Beautiful women all dressed in
Diamonds and sable
Down upon the street
Beside a garbage heap
A Mariachi band begins to play.

Somewhere a blues guitar
Plays echoes in the alleyway
The Tijuana dawn
Claims another day
The golden sun
Rises on the runway
The pilot understands
The money changes hands
Inside the jet
the briefcase snaps. Goodbye.

In Eldorado town
There lives a great bullfighter
His eyes are screaming blue
His hair is red as blood
And when the gate goes up
The crowd gets so excited
And he comes dancin' out
Dressed in gold lami
He kills the bull
and lives another day.


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