Best wishes from all of us - and formby.
Neil Percival Young, OC OM, born November 12, 1945, is a Canadian singer-songwriter and musician.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy9zhUrSMcQ
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
He's certainly not noted for his sartorial splendor is he?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppkrb0VhN9A
Well, they say
that Santa Fe
Is less than ninety miles away,
And I got time to roll a number
and rent a car...
Who is that?
It looks like Neil Sedaka.
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.
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.
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.
old times were good times
No one writes car songs like Neil - he is the best - lots of car references to cars and driving in his songs. And Long May You Run is perhaps the greatest car love song around. Most people don't even know its about his car.
I got a call from north of here
They said some girl's broke down
There's good money in it for you and me
If we can get her back to town
She's somewhere north of Barstow
Lost on 66
An old Trans Am by the side of the road
That needs a headlight fixed
Trans Am
Though my problems are meaningless,
that don't make them go away.
I need a crowd of people,
but I can't face them day to day...
Get out of town,
think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks with my bus and friends,
I follow the road,
though I don't know where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town,
...think I'll get out of town.