Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Weld [1990]

Year Released: 1991
Record Company: Reprise

1. Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black) (5:42)
2. Crime in the City (6:33)
3. Blowin’ in the Wind (6:48)
4. Welfare Mothers (7:04)
5. Love to Burn (9:58)
6. Cinnamon Girl (4:47)
7. Mansion on the Hill (6:14)
8. F*!#In’ Up (7:09)
9. Cortez the Killer (9:47)
10. Powderfinger (5:56)
11. Love and Only Love (9:19)
12. Rockin’ in the Free World (9:22)
13. Like a Hurricane (14:00)
14. Farmer John (5:00)
15. Tonight’s the Night (8:43)
16. Roll Another Number (5:21)

HEY HEY, MY MY (INTO THE BLACK)

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye.

Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this, but they give you that
Once you’re gone, you can’t come back
When you’re out of the blue
And into the black

The king is gone but he’s not forgotten
Is this the story of Johnny Rotten?
It’s better to burn out ’cause rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye.

CRIME IN THE CITY

Well the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn’t get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, “Come on out with your hands up
Or we’ll blow you out ofhere.”
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, “What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don’t have a vocal
And we don’t have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin’ else could go wrong.”
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, “Send me a songwriter
Who’s drifted far from home
And make sure that he’s hungry
Make sure he’s alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone.”
Yeah

“There’s still crime in the city,”
Said the cop on the beat,
“I don’t know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from ools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well I play by their rules
That’s why I’m doin’ it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There’s still crime in the city
But it’s good to be free.”
Yeah

Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that’s the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I’m doin’ my own thing
Sometimes I’m good, then I’m bad
Although my home has been broken
It’s the best home I ever had
Yeah

Well I keep gettin’ younger
My lie’s been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin’ back to the preacher
Then I grew up to be a firemaan
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin’
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old

BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man
How many seas must the white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it washed to the sea
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

WELFARE MOTHERS

People, pick up on what I’m puttin’ down now
Welfare mothers make better lovers
Down at every laundromat in town now
Welfare mothers make better lovers
While they’re washin’ you can hear this sound now
Welfare mothers make better lovers
DEE VORR CEE!

Hard to believe that love is free now
Welfare mothers make better lovers
Out on the street with the whole family now
Welfare mothers make better lovers
Hard to believe that love is free now
Welfare mothers make better lovers
DEE VORR CEE!

LOVE TO BURN

Late one night I was walking in the valley of hearts.
A spirit came to me and said: “You gotta move to start”.
“You gotta take the first step”.
“You gotta grow to be tall”.
And then she me told something, something that I’ll never forget.

[Chorus]

You got love to burn.
You better take your chance on love.
You got let your card down
You better take chance, a chance on love (on love)

Take chance on love (on love)
On love
On love

In a valley of hearts there’s a house full of broken windows
And the lovers inside just quarrel all the time
“Why’d you ruin my life?” “Where you takin’ my kid?”
And they hold each other saying: “How did it come to to this?”
[Chorus]

(repeat first verse)

CINNAMON GIRL

I wanna live with a Cinnamon Girl,
I can be happy the rest of my life
with a Cinnamon Girl.

A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night,
You see us together, chasin’ the moonlight,
My Cinnamon Girl.

Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow,
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For the Cinnamon Girl.

A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night,
You see us together, chasin’ the moonlight,
My Cinnamon Girl.

Pa sent me money, now I’m gonna make it somehow,
I need another chance.
You see your baby loves to dance

MANSION ON THE HILL

Well I saw an old man walking in my place
And he looked at me, it couldn’t be my face
He’s words were kind but he’s eyes were wild
He said: “I got load to love, but I want one more child”

[Chorus]

There’s mansion on a the hill
Psychedelic music fills the air
Peace and love live there still
In that mansion on the hill

There’s mansion on a the hill

Around the next bend, take the highway to the sun
Or the rocky road, it really don’t matter which one
I was in hurry but that don’t matter now
‘Cause I have to get off that road of tears somehow

[Chorus]
repeat and fade

F*!#IN’ UP

(why do I)

Why do I keep fuckin’ up

Dogs that lick and dogs that bite
(why do I)
Hounds that howl through the night
(why do I)
Broken leashes are all over the floor
(why do I)
Keys left hanging in a swinging door
(why do I)

Why do I keep fuckin’ up

Keep fuckin’ up

CORTEZ THE KILLER

He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
In that palace in the sun

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wandered
With the secrets of the worlds.

And his subjects gathered ’round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colours
For the angry gods to see.

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones

They carried them to the flatlands
And they died along the way
But they built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t do today.

And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can’t rememebr when
Or how I lost my way.

He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer.

POWDERFINGER

Look out, Mama, there’s a white boat comin’ up the river
With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
I think you’d better call John, ’cause it don’t
look like they’re here to deliver the mail
And it’s less than a mile away
I hope they didn’t come to stay
It’s got numbers on the side and a gun
and it’s makin’ big waves.

Daddy’s gone, my brother’s out
hunting in the mountains
Big John’s been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou
Seems the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin’
And I just turned twenty two
I was wonderin’ what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelin’s grew.

Daddy’s rifle in my hand felt reassurin’
He told me, “Red means run, son,
and numbers add up to nothin’”
When the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin’
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black, and my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you’d never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love, I know I’ll miss her.

LOVE AND ONLY LOVE

Long ago in book of old, before the chapter were dreams unfold
A battle raged on open page,
Love was a winner there overcoming hate
Like a little girl who couldn’t wait

[Chorus]

Love and only love will endure
Hate is everything you think it is
Love and only love will break it down
Love and only love, will break it down
Break it down
Break it down

Tomorrow is a long long time if you’re a memory
Trying to find piece of mind
Spirit come to me, give strength and set me free
Let me feel the magic in my heart

[Chorus]

(repeat first verse)

Love and only love will endure
Hate is everything you think it is
Love and only love will break it down
Love and only love

ROCKIN’ IN THE FREE WORLD

There’s colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin’ their feet
People sleepin’ in their shoes
But there’s a warnin’ sign on the road ahead
There’s a lot of people sayin’
We’d be better off dead
Don’t feel like Satan
But I am to them
So I try to forget it, any way I can

CHORUS
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world

I see a girl in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away
And she’s gone to get a hit
She hates her life
And what she’s done to it

That’s one more kid
That will never go to school
Never get to fall in love
Never get to be cool

CHORUS

LIKE A HURRICANE

Once I thought I saw you
In a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
From star to star.

Far across the moonbeam
I know that’s who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
Turning once the bar.

You are like a hurricane
There’s harm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
Somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m gettin’ 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 harm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
Somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m gettin’ blown away

You are just a dreamer,
But 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 harm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
Somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m gettin’ blown away.

FARMER JOHN

Farmer John, I’m in love with you daughter
Yeah, the one with champagne eyes.
I love the way she walks, I love the way she talks
I love the way she wiggles, she wiggles when she walks

Farmer John, I’m in love with you daughter
Yeah, the one with champagne eyes
Ooaah

Farmer John, I’m in love with you daughter
Yeah, the one with champagne eyes.
I love the way she walks, I love the way she talks
I love the way she moves, she moves she is moving, moving

Farmer John, I’m in love with you daughter (whoa)
Yeah the one, with champagne eyes.

TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT

Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night
Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night
Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night
Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night

Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands

Well, late at night when the people were gone
He used to pick up my guitar
And sing a song in a shaky voice
That was real as the day was long

Tonight’s the night (yes it is), Tonight’s the night

Early in the mornin’ at the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon
If you never heard him sing
I guess you won’t too soon

‘Cause people let me tell you
It sent a chill up and down my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that he’d died out on the mainline.

Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night

Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van
Well, early in the morning at the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon.

Tonight’s the night (yes it is), Tonight’s the night

Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night
Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night
Tonight’s the night, Tonight’s the night

ROLL ANOTHER NUMBER

It’s too dark to put the keys in my ignition,
And the mornin’ sun is yet to climb my hood ornament.
But before too long I might see those flashing red lights;
Look out, mama, ’cause I’m comin’ home tonight.

[Chorus]
Think I’ll roll another number for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet aren’t on the ground, I been standin’ on the sound
Of some open hearted people goin’ down.

I’m not goin’ back to Woodstock for a while,
Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile.
I’m a million miles away from that helicopter day;
No, I don’t believe I’ll be goin’ back that way.

[Chorus]

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Notes
A live album of Neil & Crazy Horse’s 1991 Ragged Glory Tour.

Information from booklets:
All compositions Silver Fiddle Music ASCAP except:
“Blowin’ In The Wind” ©1962 Warner Bros. Music, transferred to Special Rider Music ASCAP, 1990;
“Cinnamon Girl” Cotillion Music Inc./Broken Arrow Music administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. BMI
“Farmer John” ©1959, renewed 1987 EMI Blackwood Music BMI under licence from ATV Music (Venice)
Mixed at Redwood Digital, Redwood City, CA
Mixed at Indigo Ranch Studios, Malibu, CA (#1-4, 2-1)
Digital Editing and Mastering at Redwood Digital
Recorded in Remote Recording Services’ Silver Studio