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On The Beach (Remastered, 2003), Neil Young
On The Beach (Remastered, 2003)
Release type: Album
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Release date:

1974

 
Duration: 39:35  
Size, Mb: 63,52  
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224

 
Price for album: ą0.64 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
Walk On Lyrics
I hear some people been talkin' me down
Bring up my name, pass it 'round
They don't mention happy times
They do their thing, I'll do mine

Ooh baby, that's hard to change
I can't tell them how to feel
Some get stoned, some get strange
But sooner or later it all gets real

Walk on, walk on
Walk on, walk on

I remember the good old days
Stayed up all night gettin' crazed
Then the money was not so good
But we still did the best we could

Ooh baby, that's hard to change
I can't tell them how to feel
Some get stoned, some get strange
But sooner or later it all gets real

Walk on, walk on
Walk on, walk on
02:43 224 4,35 ą0.10
2
See The Sky About To Rain Lyrics
See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowing
through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain,
rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

Some are bound for happiness,
some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less,
who can tell your story?

See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowin'
through my brain.
Signals curlin' on an open plain,
rollin' down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

I was down in Dixie Land,
played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man
broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain.
05:02 224 8,08 ą0.10
3
Revolution Blues Lyrics
Well, we live in a trailer
at the edge of town
You never see us
'cause we don't come around.
We got twenty five rifles
just to keep
the population down.
But we need you now,
and that's why
I'm hangin' 'round.
So you be good to me
and I'll be good to you,
And in this land of conditions
I'm not above suspicion
I won't attack you,
but I won't back you.

Well, it's so good to be here,
asleep on your lawn.
Remember your guard dog?
Well, I'm afraid
that he's gone.
It was such a drag
to hear him
whining all night long.
Yes, that was me with the doves,
setting them free
near the factory
Where you built your computer,
love.
I hope you get the connection,
'cause I can't take
the rejection
I won't deceive you,
I just don't believe you.

Well, I'm a barrel of laughs,
with my carbine on
I keep 'em hoppin',
till my ammunition's gone.
But I'm still not happy,
I feel like
there's something wrong.
I got the revolution blues,
I see bloody fountains,
And ten million dune buggies
comin' down the mountains.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon
is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers
and I'll kill them
in their cars.
04:03 224 6,51 ą0.10
4
For The Turnstiles Lyrics
All the sailors with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin? songs for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars at the door.

You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn?t matter.

All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid, (in granite lake? )
Under white sheets for the great unveiling
At the big parade.

You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn?t matter.

All the bushleague batters
Are left to die on the diamond.
In the stands the home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles.
03:15 224 5,22 ą0.10
5
Vampire Blues Lyrics
I'm a vampire, babe,
Sucking blood
From the earth
I'm a vampire, baby,
Sucking blood
From the earth.
Well, I'm a vampire, babe,
Sell you
Twenty barrels worth.

I'm a black bat, babe,
Banging on
Your window pane
I'm a black bat, baby,
Banging on
Your window pane.
Well, I'm a black bat, babe,
I need my high octane.

Good times are coming,
I hear it everywhere I go
Good times are coming,
I hear it everywhere I go.
Good times are coming,
But they sure coming slow.

I'm a vampire, babe,
Sucking blood
From the earth
I'm a vampire, baby,
Sucking blood
From the earth.
Well, I'm a vampire, babe,
Sell you
Twenty barrels worth.

Good times are coming.
04:15 224 6,80 ą0.10
6
On The Beach Lyrics
The world is turnin',
I hope it dont turn away.
The world is turnin',
I hope it dont turn away.
All my pictures are fallin'
from the wall
where I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin',
I hope it dont turn away.

I need a crowd of people,
but I cant face them
day to day.
I need a crowd of people,
but I cant face them
day to day.
Though my problems are meaningless,
that dont make them
go away.
I need a crowd of people,
but I cant face them
day to day.

I went to the radio interveiw,
but I ended up alone
at the microphone.
I went to the radio interveiw,
but I ended up alone
at the microphone.
Now I'm livin out here on the beach,
but those seagulls are
still out of reach.
I went to the radio interveiw,
but I ended up alone
at the microphone.

Get out of town,
think I'll get out of town.
Get out of town,
think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks,
with my bus and friends,
I follow the road,
though I dont know where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town,
think I'll get out of town.

Cause the world is turnin',
I dont wanna see it,
turn away.
06:59 224 11,20 ą0.10
7
Motion Pictures Lyrics

you do not worry
you do not try
the winter froze all of your things and you went inside
itís not surprising
no thereís no surprise
this cold here is one of the properties of the elements
this cold here is one of those i wish not to defend

donít wait in the last light and the warmth of the winter sun
donít get caught out with the temperature going down
donít try to defy the properties of your decisions
iím heating this space thatís been saved for warmer conditions

there is no future
if you think you know better
the year ends in december
so why even bother
above the weekends
above the thrills
beyond the worth of every day there is to fill
if youíre distracted
iím letting you go
out into nature
noble and cannot be owned
to live for the weekends
to live for the thrills
i want the worth of everyday there is to fill

donít wait in the last light and the warmth of the winter sun
donít get caught out with the temperature going down
weíll see next summer there could be something so much better
off come the sweaters and who are you to stop it
04:24 224 7,04 ą0.10
8
Ambulance Blues Lyrics
Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played.
The riverboat was rockin'
in the rain
Midnight was the time
for the raid.

Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela,
They tore you down and
plowed you under.
You're only real
with your make-up on
How could I see you
and stay too long?

All along the Navajo Trail,
Burn-outs stub their toes
on garbage pails.
Waitresses are cryin'
in the rain
Will their boyfriends
pass this way again?

Oh, Mother Goose,
she's on the skids
Shoe ain't happy,
neither are the kids.
She needs someone
that she can scream at
And I'm such a heel
for makin' her feel so bad.

I guess I'll call it
sickness gone
It's hard to say
the meaning of this song.
An ambulance can only
go so fast
It's easy to get buried
in the past
When you try to make
a good thing last.

I saw today
in the entertainment section
There's room at the top
for private detection.
To Mom and Dad
this just doesn't matter,
But it's either that
or pay off the kidnapper.

So all you critics sit alone
You're no better than me
for what you've shown.
With your stomach pump and
your hook and ladder dreams
We could get together
for some scenes.

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 talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me,
and I hope it isn't you.

Well, I'm up in T.O.
keepin' jive alive,
And out on the corner
it's half past five.
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes.

Except for the Farmer's Market
And I still can hear him say:
You're all just pissin'
in the wind
You don't know it but you are.

And there ain't nothin'
like a friend
Who can tell you
you're just pissin'
in the wind.

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?
Cause I know it ain't me,
and hope it isn't you.
08:57 224 14,32 ą0.10