They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up, hit the road before it’s light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin’ like my day had just begun.
Where the eagle glides ascending
There’s an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.
It was then I knew I’d had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don’t understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin’ my mama’s T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.
But me I’m not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I’ll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I’ll know the time has come
To give what’s mine.
updated 05.07.2011: here a chart of statistics on BNB visitors, just for teh lulz:
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first light on Cortez was 16. Feb. 2011. The bumps around days 10 and 90 are an artefact of the Spline-approximation (like the swinging of waves!) of the curve but correspond to the startup and Neil’s solo tour in April/May, respectively.
Nice is, that the spam rate is just constant. Spam-hack-trials/real guests ratio is currently constant, and yields = 5,43 %. That’s a brilliant low ratio. Too lazy to read all log files 😀
The received comment spam that gets through the bee filter is manually moderated because we only have a comment rate of about 1,39 comments/day after the filters. Current ratio is 34% spams per total comments or roughly 1 spam per 2 real comments, which yields a rate of about 1 comment spam every 2 days — hence easy to moderate manually.
Shoutbox spam is currently not evaluated, but it’s mostly some poor Indian/Pakistanian/Indonesian soul which tries to hack into it occasionally. The shoutbox spam is moderated manually with occasional blocking of the most persistent IP ranges. We also try to get in funny contact with them but they are not very responsive.
By the current total rate of about 940 visitors per day as of 22 June 2011 (only counting access from different IP@s – this method even exaggerates the spam ratio), it’s an easy going, actually no hard spam fighting needed.
Pat Graham, from Canada, was a longtime esteemed member of the Human-Highway.org community, died at the age of 42. So young. Always loved his posts about Neil and Canadian hockey or whatever. Condolensces to his loved ones.
Jim McQ posted a Tribute Page for Pat Graham if you wish to leave any condolences.
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“Well the older generation
they got something to say
But they better say it fast
or get outta the way” by -- Neil Young http://www.human-highway.org/2012the-gallery-is-weird
Neil Young on Tour
Sugar Mountain setlists
Tom Hambleton provides BNB with setlists, thankfully. His website is the most comprehensive searchable archives on the Internets about anything Neil Young related setlists. Goto Sugar Mountain.