Dancing on the light from star to star
Far across a moonbeam, I know that's who you are
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you, but I'm getting blown away
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you, but I'm getting blown away
Blown away
You are just a dreamer, and I am just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you, but I'm getting blown away

Neil Percival Young (born November 12, 1945) is a Canadian and American singer and songwriter. After embarking on a music career in Winnipeg in the 1960s, Young moved to Los Angeles, joining the folk-rock group Buffalo Springfield. Since the beginning of his solo career, often with backing by the band Crazy Horse, he has released critically acclaimed albums such as Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere (1969), After the Gold Rush (1970), Harvest (1972), On the Beach (1974), and Rust Never Sleeps (1979). He was also a part-time member of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, with whom he recorded the chart-topping 1970 album Déjà Vu.
Young's guitar work, deeply personal lyrics and signature high tenor singing voice define his long career. He also plays piano and harmonica on many albums, which frequently combine folk, rock, country and other musical genres. His often distorted electric guitar playing, especially with Crazy Horse, earned him the nickname "Godfather of Grunge" and led to his 1995 album Mirror Ball with Pearl Jam. More recently he has been backed by Promise of the Real.
Young directed (or co-directed) films using the pseudonym "Bernard Shakey", including Journey Through the Past (1973), Rust Never Sleeps (1979), Human Highway (1982), Greendale (2003), CSNY/Déjà Vu (2008), and Harvest Time (2022). He also contributed to the soundtracks of the films Philadelphia (1993) and Dead Man (1995).
Young has received several Grammy and Juno Awards. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inducted him twice: in 1995 as a solo artist and in 1997 as a member of Buffalo Springfield. In 2023, Rolling Stone named Young No. 30 on their list of 250 greatest guitarists of all time. Young is also on Rolling Stone's list of the 100 greatest musical artists. 21 of his albums and singles have been certified Gold and Platinum in the U.S. by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Young was awarded the Order of Manitoba in 2006 and was made an Officer of the Order of Canada in 2009.
What's stopping you?
I love the messy passionate guitar mangling. He gets the chaotic hurricane stormy point across and you can feel it. He knows what he is doing.
Clean licks would just not suit the subject matter, so to all you neat-niks: this is not the song for you.
idiot_wind wrote:
kingart wrote:
The song really goes in and down big time with a double of bourbon and some kick ass weed.
You're joking right? It's bleeping horrible. As his NY in general.
Sometimes, hearing the h8rs here is like having to listen to anti-vaxxers and flat earthers.
What's stopping you?
A complete and total misunderstanding of what music is and how it is created would be my guess.
That line alone is guaranteed to give me the shivers. Back in 1987, I was on the Isle of Man for the TT races with some members of the bike club I was in at the time. We walked into a tiny, crowded, smoky club on the outskirts of Douglas, and as we passed through the door a group of people were walking out. One of the guys - who I'd never seen before - caught my eye as he passed and for a nanosecond we had a 'moment'. About a year later, I met the same man again at a bike rally. We've been together ever since...
M A S T E R P I E C E.
Just cant agree with you.... but that's the beauty of music, there's something for everyone.
He's never sold out. Sings what he wants, plays how he wants.
And if you are ever lucky enough to see him live, well his playing is art, it transcends.
Many don't like Beethoven saying he is bombastic. His music hits me deeply, emotionally.
With Neil it is much the same - there is true emotion.
Just 8 minutes(!) of din. The only artist I know that forces me to turn RP off.
Then do so, and stop posting while you're at it
I think we all get it now; you don't like Neil Young; boo hoo.
Maybe hit the PSD and spare us your whining.
I'm painting skirting boards at the moment and it's killing my knees.
Across the room, I can see where I've left my kneeling pad, but I couldn't be arsed to get up - a trial in itself at my age - and fetch it to ease my bruised kneecaps.
However, Neil Young comes on and, like shot, I'm up and typing this - having muted the sound of course - before I get the kneeling pad.
That you, Bill. My knees thank you as well.
PSD and back to the paint pot...
I disagree entirely, but you get my upvote for a charming story and some brilliant context. More RP dissent should be presented like this...