Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Re-ac-tor [1981]
Reprise 1981
1. Opera Star (3:33)
2. Surfer Joe and Moe the Sleaze (4:19)
3. T-Bone (9:14)
4. Get Back on It (2:19)
5. Southern Pacific (4:12)
6. Motor City (3:12)
7. Rapid Transit (4:37)
8. Shots (7:40)
Op.er.a Star
So your girlfriend slammed the door shut
In your face tonight
But that’s all right
Then she took off to the opera
With some highbrow from the city lights
Well you grew up on a corner
And you never missed a moonlit night.
Some things never change
They stay the way they are
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
You were born to rock
You’ll never be an opera star
You were born to rock
You’ll never be an opera star
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
So you stay out all night
Gettin’ fucked up in that rock and roll bar
And you never get tired
‘Cause your drugs are in a little jar
You were born to rock
You’ll never be an opera star
Some things never change
They stay the way they are
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
I was born to rock
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
So your girlfriend slammed the door shut
In your face tonight
But that’s all right
Then she took off to the opera
With some highbrow from the city lights
Well you grew up on a corner
And you never missed a moonlit night.
Some things never change
They stay the way they are
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
You were born to rock
You’ll never be an opera star
You were born to rock
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
Surf.er Joe and Moe the Sleaze
Here’s a story ’bout Surfer Joe
He caught the big one
But he let it go
There’s somebody
Satisfied with winning
Back on the boardwalk
There’s Moe the Sleaze
Seels good things
And aims to please
He’s almost even
But he doesn’t mind a handout
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
We’re all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women
Plenty of booze
Give your ticket
To Moe the Sleaze
He’s the one that’s weak in the knees
His pants are bggy
But you can see them shaking
I’ll introduce you to Surfer Joe
He may be there
I really don’t know
We can only smoke garfong
And watch him ride the big one
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
We’re all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women
Plenty of booze
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
Come on …
Here’s a story ’bout Surfer Joe
He caught the big one
But he let it go
He’s somebody
He’s somebody
He’s somebody
He’s somebody
Cone on down
We’re all goin’
Come on down
We’re all goin’
Women
Booze
T-bone
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
T-Bone
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
No T-Bone
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Got mashed potatoes
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Ain’t got no T-Bone
Get back on it
Think I’ll get back on the highway
I hope I’ll see you soon
Get back on it
Get back on it
Think I’ll get back on the highway
I hope I’ll see you soon
Get back on it
Get back on it
I may be late in comin’ though
I got some things I gotta do
Don’t let me see your tail lights
I pull a heavy load
Get back on it
Get back on it
Don’t let me see your tail lights
I pull a heavy load
Get back on it
Get back on it
There ain’t no way to stop it though
Oh it might explode
It’s too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it
Get back on it
It’s too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it
Get back on it
But I’ll get back on the highway
before it’s too late for me
Get back on it
Get back on it
Think I’ll get back on the highway
I hope I’ll see you soon
Get back on it
Get back on it
Think I’ll get back on the highway
I hope I’ll see you soon
Get back on it
Get back on it
I may be late in comin’ though
I got some things I gotta do
South.ern pac.i.fic
Down the mountainside
To the coastline
Past the angry tide
The mighty diesel whines
And the tunnel comes
And the tunnel goes
Around anothe bend
The giant drivers roll
I rode the highball
I fired the Daylight
When I turned around 65
I couldn’t see right
It wsa “Mr. Jones,
We’ve got to let you go
It’s company policy
You’ve got pension though.”
Roll on
Southern Pacific
Roll on
On your silver rails
Roll on
Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
Through the moonlight
I put in my time
I put in my time
Now I’m left to roll
Down the long decline
I ain’t no brake man
Ain’t no conductor
But I would be though
If I was younger
Roll on
Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails
Roll on
Southern Pacific
Roll on
On your silver rails
Mo.tor City
My old car keeps breaking down
My new car ain’t from japan
There’s already too many Datsuns
In this town
Another thing that’s bugging me
Is this commercial on t.v.
Says that Detroit can’t
Make good cars any more
Motor City
Who’s driving my car?
Who’s driving my car now?
Who?
My army jeep is still alive
Got locking hubs
And four wheel drive
Ain’t got no radio
Ain’t got no mag wheels
Ain’t got no digital clock
Ain’t got no clock
The paint job is lookin’ blue
The whitewalls are missing too
But I guess until I get my car back
This’ll do
Who’s driving my car?
Who’s driving my car now?
Who?
Who’s driving my car now?
Rap.id Tran.sit
Rrrrrrapid Transit
Ppppppubic Service
I’m standing in my line
Mmmmmmeltdown
Ccccccontainment
I’m standing in my line
Hang ten pipeline
Let’s go trippin’
Hang ten pipeline
Let’s go trippin’
Hang ten pipeline
Let’s go trippin’
Every wave is new until it breaks.
Go!
Ssssssecret Service
Ppppppublic Enemy
I’m standing in my line
Hang ten pipeline
Let’s go trippin’
Hang ten pipeline
Let’s go trippin’
Hang ten pipeline
Let’s go trippin’
Every wave is new until it breaks.
Go!
Shots
Shots
Ringing all along the borders can be heard
Striking out
Like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air
Faster than a bird
In the night
Children
Are lost in the sand
Building roads with little hands
Trying to join their father’s castles
Together again
Will they make it?
Who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend?
Machines
Are winding their way along
Looking string
Building roads
And bringing back loads and loads
Of building materials
In the night
Men
Are trying to move
The boulders on the ground
Lines between the different spaots that each has found
But back home
Another scene
Was going down
In the night
Lust
Comes creepin’
through the night
To feed on the hearts of
Suburban wives
Who learned to pretend
When they met their dream’s end
In the night
Shots
I hear shots
I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots
Shots
I hear shots
I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots
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Neil Young: guitar, vocal
Frank Sampedro: guitar, stringman, vocal
Billy Talbot: bass, vocal
Ralph Molina: drums, percussion, vocal
Recorded at Modern Recorders, Redwood City, CA, Oct. 9, 1980-July 21, 1981
Produced by David Briggs, Tim Mulligan & Neil Young with Jerry Napier