Buffalo Springfield – Buffalo Springfield [1966]

001

 Released 1967
Record Company: ATCO
 1. For What It’s Worth 2:37
2. Go and Say Goodbye 2:23
3. Sit Down I Think I Love You 2:34
4. Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing 3:28
5. Hot Dusty Roads 2:51
6. Everybody’s Wrong 2:29
7. Flying on the Ground Is Wrong 2:43
8. Burned 2:18
9. Do I Have to Come Right Out and Say It 3:06
10. Leave 2:45
11. Out of My Mind 3:09
12. Pay the Price Stills 2:36

 

For What It’s Worth

There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking’ their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It’s time we stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, “hooray for our side”

It’s time we stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
Step out of line, the men come and take you away

We better stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

We better stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

We better stop
Now, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

We better stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

 

Go And Say Goodbye

You ask me to read this letter
That you wrote the night before
And you really should know better
Now she’s worth a whole lot more

Brother, you know you can’t run away and hide
Is it you don’t want to see her cries, is that why
You won’t go and say goodbye

Then you said the fault was yours
When you really were to blame
‘Twas as if to close the doors
And to hide away in shame

Brother, you know you can’t run away and hide
Is it you don’t want to see her cries, is that why
You won’t go and say goodbye

Yes, and why, tell me why
Can’t you see that it’s not right
It’s a lie, it’s a lie
Don’t hide your sorrow in the night

Brother, you know you can’t run away and hide
Is it you don’t want to see her cries, is that why
You won’t go and say goodbye

And you know the pain is double
But for her it’s even worse
You must face her with the trouble
‘Though it’s hurting like a curse

Brother, you know you can’t run away and hide
Is it you don’t want to see her cries, is that why
You won’t go and say goodbye

Brother, you know you can’t run away and hide
Is it you don’t want to see her cries, is that why
You won’t go and say
Gonna go and say, gonna go and say goodbye

 

Sit Down, I Think I Love You

Sit down I think I love you
Anyway I’d like to try
I can’t stop thinking of you
If you go I’ll know I cry

Can’t you see that I’m a desperate man
I can hide, just being around
You want to know
What they say about the bird in my hand
And that’s why I ain’t leaving without you

So if you want someone to love you
Pretty babe I’m your guy
It’s not much I’m asking of you
Just please give me a try

 

 Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing

Who’s that stomping all over my face
Where’s that silhouette I’m trying to trace
Who’s putting sponge in the bells I once rung
And taking my gypsy before she’s begun
To singing in the meaning of what’s in my mind
Before I can take home what’s rightfully mine
Joinin’ and listenin’ and talkin’ in rhymes
Stoppin’ the feeling to wait for the times

Who’s saying baby, that don’t mean a thing
‘Cause nowadays Clancy can’t even sing

And who’s all hung-up on that happiness thing
Who’s trying to tune all the bells that he rings
And who’s in the corner and down on the floor
With pencil and paper just counting the score
Who’s trying to act like he’s just in between
The line isn’t black, if you know that it’s green
Don’t bother looking, you’re too blind to see
Who’s coming on like he wanted to be

And who’s coming home on the old nine-to-five
Who’s got the feeling that he came alive
Though havin’ it, sharin’ it ain’t quite the same
It ain’t no gold nugget, you can’t lay a claim
Who’s seeing eyes through the crack in the floor
There it is baby, don’t you worry no more
Who should be sleepin’, but is writing this song
Wishin’ and a-hopin’ he weren’t so damned wrong

 

Hot Dusty Roads

I don’t tell no tales about no hot dusty roads
I’m a city boy and I stay at home
I make no excuses I just don’t want to roam
And I don’t like being aloneI give you loving and a place to take off your shoes
It does surprising things for a case of the blues
It ain’t no club, you don’t have to pay no dues
You just love me and I love youAnd if you take some pride
In being alive
If you’re interested in looking inside
Of yourself
Just drop on by
Baby ask me why
At least you don’t have to be by yourselfJust come knock, most likely I’ll be there
Then you look around
Find a comfortable chair
And then you sit, and you might think about
Why he’s there, I can’t tell you why, only where

 

  Everybody’s Wrong

Listen to my song
It isn’t very long
You’ll see before I’m gone
That everybody’s wrong

Those of us who run
To catch a moment in the sun
Seem to find the when we’re done
That we weren’t supposed to run

And there’s to many words going down
Babe wrecking against the walls with the hollow sounds
All about what it’s going to be
Yes, you know what it was you see
It ain’t million, you and me not a crown

Finding what you sought
After all the time you fought
Sometimes leave’s you with the thought
That perhaps you just been caught

 

 Flying On The Ground Is Wrong

Is my world not falling down
I’m in pieces on the ground
And my eyes aren’t open
And I’m standing on my knees
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then I’m sorry to let you down
But you’re from my side of town
And I miss you

Turn me up or turn me down
Turn me off or turn me round
I wish I could have met you in a place
Where we both belong
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then I’m sorry to let you down
But you’re from my side of town
And I miss you

Sometimes I feel like I’m just a helpless child
Sometimes I feel like a kid
But baby, since I have changed
I can’t take nothing home

City lights at a country fair
Never shine but always glare
If I’m bright enough to see you
You’re just too dark to care
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then I’m sorry to let you down
But you’re from my side of town
And I miss you

 

Burned

Been burned and with both feet on the ground,
I’ve learned that it’s painful comin’ down.
No use runnin’ away, and there’s no time left to stay.
Now I’m finding out that it’s so confusin’,
No time left and I know I’m losin’.

Flashed and I think I’m fallin’ down,
Crashed, and my ears can’t hear a sound.
No use runnin’ away, and there’s no time left to stay.
Now I’m finding out that it’s so confusin’,
No time left and I know I’m losin’.

Now I’m finding out that it’s so confusin’,
No time left and I know I’m losin’.

Burned and with both feet on the ground.
I’ve learned that it’s painful comin’ down.
No use runnin’ away, and there’s no time left to stay.
Now I’m finding out that it’s so confusin’,
No time left and I know I’m losin’.

 

Do I Have To Come Right Out And Say It?

Do I have to come right out and say it?
Tell you that you look so fine
Do I have to come right out and ask you to be mine?

If it was a game I could play it
Tryin’ to make it but I’m losin’ time
I got to bring you in, you’re overworkin’ my mind

Indecision is crowding me
I have no room to spare
And I can’t believe she’d care
Like a dream she has taken me
And now I don’t know where
And a part of me is scared
The part of me I shared
Once before

Do I have to come right out and say it?
Tell you that you look so fine (Look so fine)
Do I have to come right out and ask you to be mine?

Indecision is crowding me
I have no room to spare
And I can’t believe she’d care
Like a dream she has taken me
And now I don’t know where
And a part of me is scared
The part of me I shared
Once before

Do I have to come right out and say it, girl?
Tell you that you look so fine (Look so fine)
Do I have to come right out and ask you to be mine?

If it was a game I could play it
Tryin’ to make it but I’m losin’ time (Losin’ time)
I got to bring you in, you’re overworkin’ my mind

Do I have to come right out and say it, girl?
Tell you that you look so fine (Look so fine)

 

Leave

Nobody knows, nobody sees
That what you can do
We know it please
But in most of the time
Not me

Yeah hear, quiet please, please

Go away, to stay
Get out of my life
You’ve been my wife
I’ve been a Jew
To be

Yeah hear, quiet please, please

You will be sorry
When you’ll wake up to morrow
And you leave a lover
Won’t leave a love
You won’t accept the fact
That I’m not ready for the days above
Forever long

By the look, on your face
Is that you’re make it
To another place
I see you around
My sweet

Won’t you please hear, quiet please, please

 

 Out Of My Mind

Out of my mind
And I just can’t take it anymore
Left behind
By myself and what I’m living for
All I hear are screams from outside the limousines
That are taking me

Out of my mind
Through the keyhole in an open door
Happy to find
That I don’t know what I’m smiling for
Tired of hanging on
If you’ve missed me, I’ve just gone
Cause they’re taking me
Out of my mind

 

 Pay The Price

Well I heard the story once before
And I know what the tears are for
That’s a lie and I just can buy
You came for me so don’t try

And I see another man in your eyes
Yes, and you’re old enough to know you can’t live lies
Yes, and so I’m telling you just exactly what to do
‘Cause you can’t have two tastes of advice
Pay the price

And if on another time or place
Another day, another face
I’m telling you babe it’s all you know
That one of us should have to go

Listen I know you hate to see me cry
But I have to go and I tell you why
Without your love I can’t go on
It’s easy and it’s wrong

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Credits

Neil Young: guitar, piano, vocal
Stephen Stills: guitar, vocal
Richie Furay: guitar, vocal
Bruce Palmer: bass
Dewey Martin: drums, vocal

Recorded at Gold Star Recording Studios and Columbia Recording Studio, Hollywood, June-Sept. 1966

Produced by Charles Greene & Brian Stone