Taliban don't listen to Neil....losers

[Problem Child]

I love Neil Young. I love this song. I tore my eyes away from Isabella's gorgeous mountie tits long enough to look at her sig line and it reminded me of Neil.

Thanks Isabella.


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.

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 woman 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
There's one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.

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.

We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.

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.

 

[Isabella Thorne]

hey ProbChild dear ...

Neil makes me proud to be Canadian ....

thank you baby ....
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.... psssst and i fucked him too in my Woodstock story.

 

[shadowsource]

Neil Young -

He loved Reagan, but he sure hated Bush I. Great fucking song.

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Keep on rockin' Neil ...

... yea well what i love about Neil is that he is never a sell out ...

he is true to his own feelings ... and that is what he writes about ...

i read this wonderful book about him written by his father, Toronto journalist Scott Young ... the book is called "Neil and Me" ...

once i saw Neil in concert (mid 80's) ... we had these wonderful seats ... well his father was sitting 2 rows in front of us ... i was so tempted to go say hi and tell him how much i enjoyed his book ... but i was too shy ... but some other people did ...

Neil's concert was fantastic ... one of my fave concerts ever.
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PIECE OF CRAP

Tried to save the trees
Bought a plastic bag
The bottom fell out
It was a piece of crap

Saw it on the tube
Bought it on the phone
Now you're home alone
It's a piece of crap

I tried to plug in it
I tried to turn it on
When I got it home
It was a piece of crap

Got it from a friend
On him you can depend
I found out in the end
It was a piece of crap

I'm trying to save the trees
I saw it on TV
They cut the forest down
To build a piece of crap

I went back to the store
They gave me four more
The guy told me at the door
It's a piece of crap

~Neil Young~

 

[miles]

Let's send them a copy of Sheik Yerbouti instead and tell them it contains encrypted messages.

 

[Isabella Thorne]

And he never sells out ....

oh and the other thing about Neil Young too ...

he is often referred to as the grandfather of grunge, right? so grunge is Seattle, right?

.... ahhhh Neil did it first ... he's our man ... if he can't do it ... no one can ... <shaking my pom-poms as i jump high in the air and kick my legs back behind me>

well ... i mean now ... that is an example of a canadian who influenced american culture instead of the usual way which is the other way around ... ha ha ... no seriously
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Ain't singin' for Pepsi
Ain't singin' for Coke
I don't sing for nobody
Makes me look like a joke
This note's for you

Don't want no cash
Don't need no money
Ain't got no stash
This note's for you.

Ain't singin' for Pepsi
Ain't singin' for Coke
I don't sing for nobody
Makes me look like a joke
This note's for you.

Ain't singin' for Miller
Don't sing for Bud
I won't sing for politicians
Ain't singin' for Spuds
This note's for you.

Don't need no cash
Don't want no money
Ain't got no stash
This note's for you.

I've got the real thing
I got the real thing, baby
I got the real thing
Yeah, alright.