I wanna be like Neil Young in the rain as he sings whiney nasal songs causing my ears to ring. So I went to the desert with a horse with no name but I didn't like it there; there was far too much rain.
I knew what it was exactly I should do so I went to Kentucky where the grass is blue. I went to the town where the horses race; I never saw so many midgets in one place. They claimed to be jockeys and I guess they are right; all are small and uptight, almost everyone's white.
I left Horsey there and had another plan on how to be a Neil Young whiney song man. A little baby oil and a bit too much rum; soon I fell asleep lying in the sun. I awoke in a place where there was no rain, my poor pork rind skin screaming out in pain.
Who should come along but my Cinnamon Girl; she's my bestest friend in the entire world. I really love you baby, but if you don't mind I'd appreciate if you don't eat on my pork rind. I know I smell of bacon and I taste real good, but this ain't the Donner Party where people are food.
I wanna sound like Neil Young singing in the rain, but for all my efforts I got sunburn pain. He's got a whiney nasal style that's hard to own, so I guess I'll simply stick with being a baritone.
I know first hand there has never been one to and get Neil's nasal thang down that I am aware of? What's more I never could stand it to be honest with you, go figure. I told you my story, and you try listening to it over and over and over. I have often sat back and wondered how he became the music icon he is, must be his writing ability and musician skills, and that Ali is only equal to Dillon, and Willie.
Sorry about your burn. I enjoyed this and it sure brought back memories for me.
Listening to every heart
I have to agree with suthern... I remember that gig... Must of been 'The needle and the damage done'. Same thing happened when I went to a Rolling Stones concert. Anyways if I read with a nasal thing I can get the Neal thing.
Speaking of ghosts, wouldn't you know here comes mine again... ~Rosemary J. Gwaltney~