Ode To Neil Young
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Playing a part that I could understand,
Over forty years I listened, Mr. Soul.
You need not ask are you passionate,
For I wept when you echoed, "let's roll."
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I drive, you come along for the ride,
Your sound a fanfare blowing in the sun,
Where the women all were beautiful,
And the men stood straight and tall.
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The loner made headlines at Woodstock,
On stage with Crosby, Stills, and Nash.
Reports you were vulgar and nasty-
Lights flashing, a dangerous aura
When you suffer from epilepsy.
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Oh, my warbling tenor, how I love
To sing along with you; while other artists
Allude to you- old man, this old laughing lady
Grew up on you, and your heart of gold.
