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YOUNG, Neil


After the Gold Rush

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing
And drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.

There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned-out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun.
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.


Words

Someone and someone
were down by the pond
Looking for something
to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they
were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping
this water will boil
When I look through the windows
and out on the road
They're bringing me presents
and saying hello.

Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.

If I was a junkman
selling you cars,
Washing your windows
and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind
was my own in a dream
What would you wonder
and how would it seem?
Living in castles
a bit at a time
The King started laughing
and talking in rhyme.

Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.


Out On The Weekend

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.

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.