Neil Young
Neil Young
Neil Percival Young, OC OMis a Canadian singer-songwriter and musician, producer, director and screenwriter. He began performing in a group covering Shadows instrumentals in Canada in 1960, before moving to California in 1966, where he co-founded the band Buffalo Springfield together with Stephen Stills and Richie Furay, and later joined Crosby, Stills & Nash in 1969. He released his first album in 1968 and has since forged a successful and acclaimed solo career, spanning over 45 years and 35 studio...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth12 November 1945
CityToronto, Canada
CountryCanada
In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.
Everybody seems to wonder what it's like down here. I gotta get away from this day-to-day running around. Everybody knows this is nowhere.
Most people think it's the other way around: that time is going faster and we're doing less. But really time seems to be going faster because we're cramming so much into it.
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio.
I was just 20 years old when I wrote Broken Arrow.
All I'm doing is writing it down and putting it in a cadence. Once I get into a cadence, then why should I even stop and wonder what it is? You can do that for the rest of your life, but when it's coming out, you don't want to stop it.
Our educational system basically strives for normal-which is too bad. Sometimes the exceptional is classified as abnormal and pushed aside.
Are you negative in a world that never stops turning on you?
I never knew a man could tell so many lies, he had a different story for every set of eyes. How can he remember who he's talking to?
If you wanna write a song, ask a guitar
I'm not into organized religion. I'm into believing in a higher source of creation, realizing we're all just part of nature.
Hate was just a legend and war was never known. The people worked together and they lifted many stones.
In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.
It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand