Re: OT: Neil Young Kicks Off Live Archives Series
Date: September 24, 2006 10:42
Rialb Wrote:
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> In a dusty town
> a clock struck high noon,
> Two men stood face to face.
> One wore black and one wore white,
> But of fear there wasn't a trace.
> Two hundred years later
> two hot rods drag race
> through the very same place,
> And a half a million people,
> moved in to pick up the pace.
> A factory full of people,
> Makin' parts to go to outer space.
> A train load of people,
> They were aimin' for another place.
> Out of town people.
>
> There's a man in the window
> with a big cigar,
> Says everything's for sale.
> The house and the boat
> and the railroad car.
> The owner's gotta go to jail.
> He acquired these things
> from a life of crime,
> Now he's selling them
> to raise his bail.
> He was rippin' off the people.
> Sellin' guns to the underground.
> Tryin' to help the people,
> Lose their ass
> for a piece of ground.
> Rippin' off the people.
> Skimmin' the top when
> there was no one around.
> Tryin' to help the people.
>
> He was dealing antiques
> in a hardware store,
> But he sure had a lot to hide.
> He had a backroom full
> of the guns of war,
> And a ton of ammunition besides.
> Well, he walked with a cane,
> Kept a bolt on the door
> with five pit bulls inside.
> Just a warning to the people,
> Who might try to break in at night.
> Protection from the people,
> Selling safety
> in the darkest night.
> Tryin' to help the people.
> Get the drugs
> to the street all right.
> Ordinary people.
>
> Well, it's hard to say
> where a man goes wrong,
> Might be here
> and it might be there.
> What starts out weak
> might get too strong,
> If you can't tell foul from fair.
> But it's hard to judge
> from an angry throng,
> Of hands stretched into the air.
> The vigilante people.
> Takin' law into their own hands.
> Conscientious people.
> Crackin' down on
> the druglord's land.
> Government people.
> Confiscatin' all
> the dealer's land.
> Patch-of-ground people.
>
> Down at the factory,
> they're puttin' new windows in.
> The vandals made a mess of things,
> And the homeless
> just walked right in.
> Well, they worked here once,
> and they live here now,
> But they might work here again,
> They're ordinary people.
> And they're livin' in a nightmare.
> Hard workin' people.
> And they don't know
> how they got there.
> Ordinary people.
> And they think that you don't care.
> Hard workin' people.
>
> Down on the assembly line,
> they keep puttin'
> the same thing out.
> But the people today,
> they just ain't buyin'.
> Nobody can figure it out.
> Well, they try like hell
> to build a quality end,
> They're workin' hard
> without a doubt,
> They're ordinary people.
> And the dollar's
> what it's all about.
> Hard workin' people.
> But the customers are walkin' out.
> Lee Iacocca people.
> Yeah, they look
> but they just don't buy.
> Hard workin' people.
>
> Two out of work models
> and a fashion slave,
> Try to dance away
> the Michelob night.
> The bartender poured
> himself another drink,
> While two drunks sat
> watchin' the fight.
> The champ went down,
> then he got up again,
> And then he went out like a light.
> He was fightin' for the people,
> But his timing wasn't right.
> For Las Vegas people,
> Who came to see a Las Vegas fight.
> High rollin' people,
> Takin' limos
> though the neon night.
> Fightin' for the people.
>
> And then a new Rolls Royce
> and a company car,
> They went flyin' down the street.
> Each one tryin'
> to make it to the gate,
> Before employees manned the fleet.
> The trucks full of products
> for the modern home,
> Set to roll out into the street,
> Of downtown people,
> Tryin' to make their way to work.
> Nose-to-the-stone people,
> Some are saints, and some are jerks.
> Hard workin' people,
> Stoppin' for a drink
> on the way to work.
> Alcoholic people,
> Yeah, they're takin' it
> one day, one day at a time.
>
> Out on the railroad track,
> they're cleanin' up number 9.
> They're scrubbin' the boiler down,
> well, she really is lookin' fine.
> Ah, she's lookin' so good,
> they're gonna
> bring her back on line.
> Ordinary people.
> They're gonna bring
> the good things back.
> Nose-to-the stone people.
> Put the business back on track.
> Ordinary people,
> I got faith in the regular kind.
> Hard workin' people.
> Patch-of-ground people.
I've never heard that song but I like the lyrics. There sure are alot of them, aren't there? I've never seen that many lyrics in one song before, that's pretty cool. How long is this song, anyway?