18-08-09: TO ALL SUBSCRIBERS: DUE TO RELENTLESS HARRASMENT BY YOU TUBE BECAUSE OF COPYRIGHT CLAIMS THEY ARE NOT WILLING TO PROVE, I HAVE DECIDED THAT FROM NOW ON THERE WILL BE NO MORE UPLOADS. . YOU CAN NO LONGER COMMENT ON VIDEOS BECAUSE I AM NO LONGER PUTTING UP ALL THE WORK NECESSARY JUST TO KEEP YOU TUBE PLEASED. FOR ANY COMPLAINTS PLEASE CONTACT YOU TUBE!!! . FUCK GOOGLE, FUCK YOU TUBE!!!! Don't forget to ╔═╦╗╔╦╗╔═╦ ╦╦╦╦╗╔═╗ ║╚╣║║║╚╣╚╣ ╣╔╣║╚╣═╣ ╠╗║╚╝║║╠╗║ ╣║║║║║═╣ ╚═╩══╩═╩═╩ ╩╝╚╩═╩═╝ Another oldie by good friend Neil. At the time he wrote this song he was 24. So, now he is an old man too! lol en.wikipedia.org This is a registration of a concert in London on 2-27-1971. For some inexplicable reason YT does not want to accept a hyperlink for the Wiki page of this song, so for more interesting information please copy and paste: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/old_man_(song) put in front! Old Man lyrics Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, Twenty four and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two. Love lost, such a cost, Give me things that don't get lost. Like a coin that won't get tossed Rolling home to you. Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true. Lullabies, look in your eyes ...
From On The Beach (1974) ------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------- FOR THE TURNSTILES 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.
