Young Neil lyrics
Young Neil lyrics
"After The Gold Rush Lyrics"
Cry In The Sun Lyrics
You cleaned out your room and under your bed, lay a picture long forgotten. With a hand to your head, you sigh out loud
You cleaned out your room and under your bed, lay a picture long forgotten. With a hand to your head, you sigh out loud
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armour coming,
sayin' something about a queen.
There were peasants singin' and drummers drummin'
and the archer split the tree.
There's a fanfare blowin' 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 lyin' in a burned out basement
with the full moon in my eyes.
I was hopin' for replacement
when the sun burst through the sky.
There
Promiscuous Lyrics
The Surgeon General, Doctor Koop S'posed to give you all the poop But when he's with P.M.R.C. The poop he's scoopin'
was a band playin' in my head
and I felt like getting high.
I was thinkin' about what a friend had said I was hopin' it was a lie.
Thinkin' about what a friend had said I was hopin' it was a lie.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flyin'
in the ye
There were children cryin' and colours flyin'
all around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream the loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home.
The Surgeon General, Doctor Koop S'posed to give you all the poop But when he's with P.M.R.C. The poop he's scoopin'
was a band playin' in my head
and I felt like getting high.
I was thinkin' about what a friend had said I was hopin' it was a lie.
Thinkin' about what a friend had said I was hopin' it was a lie.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flyin'
in the ye
The Golden Age Lyrics
This is the Golden Age It's hard to imagine with the way I feel today that this is the Golden Age The
llow haze of the sun,This is the Golden Age It's hard to imagine with the way I feel today that this is the Golden Age The
There were children cryin' and colours flyin'
all around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream the loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home.