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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


Trans (12/29/1982)
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See somebody
walkin' down the street
Hangin' head
and a-shufflin' feet
Don't take much to see
What they've been thinkin' of.
What makes you hypnotized?
What puts a tear in your eye?
What makes you have to choose?
What brings you the blues?
A little thing called love
A little thing called love.

Only love puts a tear in your eye
Only love makes you hypnotized
Only love makes you choose
Only love brings you the blues.

Wait a minute now, honey
Don't be sad
This may be
the best love you ever had
That don't mean
that you had enough
A little thing called love
A little thing called love.

Only love puts a tear in your eye
Only love makes you hypnotized
Only love makes you choose
Only love brings you the blues.

A little thing called love
A little thing called love.


. . .


Cars and trucks
Fly by me on the corner
But I'm all right
Standin' proud
before the signal
When I see the light
I know I'm more
than just a number.
And I stand before you
Or else we
just don't see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.

Bikes and vans
Fly by me on the desert
But I'm all right
Standing out here
in the hot sun
When I see the light
I feel like
more than just a number
And I stand before you
Or else we
just don't see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.

Precious metal lines
Molded into highways
Running through me
So microscopically
Days and nights
Weeks and months and seasons
Rolling through me
So chronologically.
Computer age computer age
Computer age.

I need you
To let me know
that there's a heartbeat
Let it pound and pound
And I'll be
flying like a free bird
And you need me
Like ugly needs a mirror
And day by day
This horizon's getting clearer
Computer age computer age
Computer age.

. . .


We control the data banks
We control the think tanks
We control the flow of air.

We're controlling traffic lights
We control computer flights
We control the chief of staff.

We control the TV sky
We control the FBI
We control the flow of heat.

Computer age in harm's way.
We will prevail
and perform our function
C.C.T.B.

We're controlling
We're controlling
We control.
We're controlling
We control.
We control.

We control you floor to floor
We control you door to door
We're controlling
while you sleep

Computer age in harm's way.
We will prevail
and perform our function
C.C.T.B.

Computer age in harm's way.
We will prevail
and perform our function
C.C.T.B.

We are in control,
we are in control,
we are in control.
We are in control,
we are in control,
we are in control.
We are in control,
we are in control,
we are in control.
We are in control,
we are in control,
we are in control.

Chemical computer
thinking battery.


. . .


Transformer man, transformer man
You run the show
Remote control
Direct the action
with the push of a button
You're a transformer man
Power in your hand
Transformer man, transformer man.

Transformer man, transformer man
Sooner or later you'll have to see
The cause and effect
So many things still left to do
But we haven't made it yet
Every morning
when I look in your eyes
I feel electrified by you. Oh yes.

Transformer man, transformer man
Transformer man
Still in command
You're eyes are shining on a beam
Through the galaxy of love
Transformer man, transformer man
Unlock the secrets
Let us throw off the chains that
Hold you down.

Transformer man, transformer man
Sooner or later
you'll have to learn
The cause and effect
So many things still left to do
But we haven't made it yet
Every morning
when I look in your eyes
I feel electrified by you. Oh yes.

Transformer man, transformer man
Transformer man, transformer man

. . .


Well, his cattle each have numbers
And they all eat in a line
When he turns the floodlights
on each night
Of course the herd looks perfect!
Computer Cowboy.

Well, he rides
the range 'til midnight
And the wild coyotes yowl
As he trots
beneath the floodlights
And of course
the rhythm is perfect!
Computer Cowboy.

Ride along computer cowboy
To the city just in time
To bring another system down
And leave your alias behind:
Computer syscrusher.

Computer syscrusher.

Crusher. Syscrusher.

Syscrusher.

Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay

Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.

Come a ky ky yippee yi yippee yi ay

Come a ky ky yippee yi ay.

Computer syscrusher.


. . .



Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love
Though you may feel
tired and blue.
The things you say,
The things you dream
you might do,
Come true if you
Hold on to your love.

How long the day?
How dark the night
spent apart?
Is this the way to learn?
Go your own way
Although you may
break a heart
Don't let it start
Hold on to your love.

Hold on to your love.
Hold on to your love.

The things you say,
The things you dream
you might do,
If only you
hold on to your love.
Hold on to your love.

. . .


Sample and Hold
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 110
Disposition: Even
Mood Code: Rotary Adjustable

I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the angry one
A new design, new design.

I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the lonely one
A new design, new design.

I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the lonely one
A new design, new design.

Sample and hold.

We'll send it out right away
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Please specify
The color of skin and eye
We know you'll be happy.

Don't hesitate to give us a call
We know you'll be satisfied
When you energize
And see your unit come alive
We know you'll be happy.

I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the lonely one,
the lonely one,
the lonely one
Sample and hold.
Weight: 110.

Perfection in every details
Fabricated from
the curl of the hair
To the tip of the nail
Because our units never fail
We know you'll be happy.

I need a unit to sample and hold.

Don't hesitate to give us a call
We know you'll be satisfied
When you energize
And see your unit come alive
We know you'll be happy.

I need a unit to sample and hold.

We know you'll be happy 110
We know you'll be happy
We know you'll be happy.

But not the lonely one
A new design, new design
Perfection in every detail,
new design
Sample and hold.

. . .


Said the condor
to the preying mantis
We're gonna lose this place
just like we lost Atlantis
Brother we got to go
sooner than you know
The Gypsy told my fortune,
she said that nothin' showed.

Who put the bomb
on the sacred altar?
Why should we die
if it comes our way?
Why should we care
about a little button
Being pushed by someone
we don't even know?

Well. I wish I was an Aztec,
Or a runner in Peru
I would build such
beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

If you want to get high,
build a strong foundation
Sink those pylons deep now
and reach for the sky
If you want to get lost
in the jungle rhythm
Get down on the ground
and pretend you're swimmin'.

If you want to put ice
in the lava river
First you must climb,
then you must stand and shiver
Brother we got to go
sooner than you know
The Gypsy told my fortune,
the Gypsy told my fortune,
The Gypsy told my fortune,
she said that nothing showed

Well I wish I was an Aztec,
Or a runner in Peru
I would build
such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

Said the condor
to the preying mantis
We're gonna lose this place
just like we lost Atlantis
Brother we got to go
sooner than you know
The Gypsy told my fortune,
the Gypsy told my fortune,
The Gypsy told my fortune,
she said that nothin' showed.

Who put the bomb
on the sacred altar?
Why should we die
if it comes our way?
Why should we care
about a little button
Being pushed by someone
we don't even know?

Well. I wish I was an Aztec,
Or a runner in Peru
I would build
such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

I feel sad, but I feel happy
As I'm coming back to home
There's a bridge across the river
That I have to cross alone
Like a skipping rolling stone
Like an Inca.

. . .


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