I've been listening to Neil Young's Tonight's the Night a lot lately, and it strikes me as fairly spiritual, so today's lyrics/poetry are from that album.
Roll Another Number (for the Road)
It's too dark to put the keys in my ignition
And the morning sun is yet to climb my hood ornament.
But before too long I might see those flashing red lights
Look out, mama, 'cause I'm coming home tonight.
Think I'll roll another number for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet aren't on the ground,
I been standing on the sound
Of some open-hearted people going down.
I'm not going back to Woodstock for a while,
Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile.
I'm a million miles away from that helicopter day
No, I don't believe I'll be going back that way.
Think I'll roll another number for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet aren't on the ground,
I been standing on the sound
Of some open-hearted people going down.
Tired Eyes
Well he shot four men in a cocaine deal
and he left them lying in an open field
full of old cars with bullet holes in the mirrors.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice,
please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes, open up the tired eyes.
Well, it wasn't supposed to go down that way.
But they burned his brother, you know, and they left him lying
in the driveway. They let him down with nothing.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes, Open up the tired eyes.
Well tell me more, tell me more
I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser?
He was a friend of yours. What do you mean
he had bullet holes in his mirrors?
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes, open up the tired eyes.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes, open up the tired eyes.
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