Crosby, Stills, Nash And Young – Lookin’ Forward [1999]

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Released 1999

 
1. Faith in Me (4:21)
2. Looking Forward (3:07)
3. Stand and Be Counted (4:53)
4. Heartland (4:29)
5. Seen Enough (5:14)
6. Slowpoke (4:32)
7. Dream for Him (5:03)
8. No Tears Left (5:07)
9. Out of Control (4:10)
10. Someday Soon (3:44)
11. Queen of Them All (4:24)
12. Sanibel (4:20)
 

 

Faith In Me

Have some faith in me
‘Cos we really do know better
And we do belong together
Have some faith in me
If the world would leave us to it
We might very well get through it

I was not surprised when you called my number
Life’s a bitch you think you’re going under
Where the hell did your friends run off to
Someplace cool, look where they left you

Alone with the TV, worse, the refrigerator
You’re gonna lose it sooner or later
Get on the phone and find somebody
That you definitely do not need to see

Been raining cats and dogs and creatures
There’s more to do than you can feature
Get control of your life some way
You got to give the car away

Give it to the kid next door
He needs the wheels and he’s stuck on a skateboard
Go max out your credit card
Get out of town, it ain’t that hard

Have some faith in me
‘Cos we really do know better
And we do belong together
All you really need
Is a ticket for a plane ride
Follow me to paradise

And you’re always in a hurry
Y’got to be some place
That you never want to be when you arrive
And there’s always a new worry
That will not go away
And it constantly affects your state of mind

It’s such a waste of time

I’m already your best friend
Who do you talk to, who really listens
Who can you completely trust
Who love you babe
Who loves you this much

 

Looking Forward

Morning has come with the first rays of sun
Breaking through our windowpane
Songs fill the air but there’s no singer there
Just an old wooden guitar playing

Writing this song won’t take very long
Trying not to use the world “old”
Thinking about taking chances and doubts
That still linger in the cold

Looking forward, all that I can see
Is good things happening to you and to me
I’m not waiting for times to change
I’m gonna live like a free-roaming soul

On the highway of our love

Looking forward, all that I can see
Is good things happening to you and to me
I’m not waiting for times to change
I’m gonna live like a free-roaming soul

Morning has come with the first rays of sun
Breaking through our windowpane
Songs fill the air but there’s no singer there
Just an old wooden guitar playing

 

Stand And Be Counted

There was a peace of a song I heard the other day
Some words I heard this singer say
Something in me loved the way that it sounded
When he said how he wanted to stand
Stand and be counted

Now, sometimes I talk to myself in the early dawn
Before all the fragments of my dreams are gone
Things you don’t know why your mind held on to
Or else sometimes you know more than you want to

Stand an be counted, stand on the truth
Stand on your honor, stand and be counted

And I wonder who that kid was standing brave and trim
And I hear myself breathe and I know that I was him
Defender of the poor and those who cannot speak
I thought I’d be standing by the dam trying to stop the leak

So concerned with matters of the heart
And knowing the millenium was just about to start
And knowing that somehow we could make a difference

I want to stand alone in front of the world and that oncoming tank
Like that Chinese boy that we all have to thank
He showed us in a picture that I have mounted
Excactly what it means to stand and be counted

 

Heartland

People come and go
Living other lives
Running everywhere at such a speed
Never taking time
To open up their eyes
Never knowing where life leads

In the heartland people everywhere
Try to share their hopes and dreams
In the heartland on any given day
You can find your way back home

Take another breath
And take another chance
Take another look at who you are
And get ready for your live
‘Cos it’s such a crazy dance
So open up and you’ll go far

We’ve been running so far away
From where our lives belong
Will we ever get back to the rhythm of the heartbeat
Do you ever feel sad
For those whose hearts have turned to stone
You are not alone

It’s time to take it slow
Time to take a rest
Time to leave the fast lane far behind
Live is hard enough, I know
But you can only do your best
To get it in your heart and minds

 

Seen Enough

I lost my innocence over intolerance
All the indignities heaped on the black man
We went to church they all prayed for the white man
The cops and the preachers
Were most of ‘em in the Klan
What’s a kid s’posed to think when the adults
Are all such hypocrites impossibly smug

I have seen enough
I have seen enough of this
Had enough
Quite enough, I swear

The next generation, the woodstock nation
A little bit flaky, but no hesitation
Stop the war, it wasn’t worth dyin’ for
The paranoia of the cold warriors
Arrogant old men with domino theories
Fractured fairy tales tryin’ to kill me

I have seen enough
I have seen enough of this
I have read enough
History to see right through this

You got outcast upset
People you never met
Locked in the basement
Hot-wired to the net
Isolated, infuriated
The punchline to the joke
Is how they are gonna smoke
Every last stuck-up snob ever dissed them
Look in their eyes how could you miss them

Ain’t you seen enough
I have seen enough of this
I’ve had quite enough
Seen enough

We got dead-eyed, dead drunk
Dead stupid cyberpunks
Fed-up killer geeks
Gigabyte meth freaks
Home alone in a world of their own
Up all night in the thick of the fight
Fantasy combat, veteran psychos
Removed from reality by silicon diodes

Seen enough
I have seen enough of this
Have you read enough
So, you don’t know nothin’ about it

You got powerbook potentates
Pointedly obviate
Every opinion
They have about anything
Even if they don’t know shit
Stay in the limelight
Got your own website
Got all the answers, ain’t got a lick of sense
Practicing psychiatry without a license

Ain’t you seen enough
Had enough of this
I have had enough
Ain’t it bad enough for you yet

So you got overfed
Talking heads on television
Ignoring the obvious with pained expressions
Ask the ones that sell the damn guns
By the truckload every day
Fast as they can make ‘em
What’s a kid s’posed to think
When the adults
Refuse all accountability
When they fuck up

Ain’t you seen enough
Ain’t you had enough of this
Goddam tired enough
Have we done enough about this
I have seen enough

 

Slowpoke

Something opened up the gates again,
I can’t control it, so I rushed right in.
Here comes a mommy and a little girl,
Saw open drawers from around the world.

I got some medals hanging on my chest,
I’ve seen some good ones, but I missed the rest.
Lady luck don’t you turn on me,
I’m just a student of your history,
I’m just a student of your history.

Slowpoke I’m gonna run with you,
Wear all your clothes and do what you do.
Slowpoke we got some things to find,
When I was faster, I was always behind,
When I was faster, I was always behind.

Something pushed back the curtain again,
The stage is deeper and the crowd is in.
The song is gentle, but the song is now.
Something’s missing, but something is found,
Something’s missing, but something is found,
Something’s missing, but something is found.

Slowpoke I’m gonna run with you,
Wear all your clothes and do what you do.
Slowpoke we got some things to find,
When I was faster, I was always behind.
When I was faster,
When I was faster, I was always behind,
When I was faster…

 

Dream For Him

How am I going to explain it to him
What am I going to say when it’s something that grim
How the hell do you tell them there comes an end
How are you going to handle it and still be their friend
How do you explain this world we face
To all of the innocents we brought to this place

These and other questions stand in a row
And I’m not satisfied with the answers I know
What are you going to say to those eyes
I can’t even get close to the lies
That are easier to tell, you just say oh, well
I’ll explain it when he’s older
But somehow that’s colder than I want to be

I am uncomfortable lying to a child
Feels like building a trap for something wild
Feels like building your house on the sand
And expecting the ocean to let it stand

Somehow I must come up with better stuff
You see, I’m just not satisfied with all that simplified guff
That they shovel at the kids by the handful
Like candy they buy at the stand full
Of flags by the side of the road
It’s not good for them to hand them that load of crap like they do

You see, I want a world where I can tell him the truth
About everything from Jesus to John Wilkes booth
How they lie in the house and the senate too
Only get close to the truth when it suits them to
And the very next day
They’re back to lying that way

Of course it doesn’t seem to matter what I want
But I look at some of the faces all haggard and gaunt
I wonder which thing made them lose their dreams
‘Caus mine is alive very much it would seem
And I would just like to be able to hand it to him
Without the light in those eyes ever getting dim
I want a dream for him

(Dream for him)

 

No Tears Left

So things have gotten weird for you
The foolish do the things they do
Mostly talk right at you without speaking

They’re deaf and blind and they cannot think
But now they want to be your shrink
Probing for the missing link and freaking

And it’s all about how you got strange
Indifferent to their fear of change
And feeling strong enough to get you peaking

(It’s my life)
And I … I have no tears left
(It’s my life)
And I … well, I ain’t done yet
What do I have left

And you rage at their transparency
And total insincerity
That love is why they have to try and help you

But mostly it’s about control
They’re terrified that you might go
And find out for yourself what they can’t teach you

Generations that go through this
The young are punished for their disregard
For every fool who might want to lead them

But living in the here and now
Will cleans the waste of the sacred cows
That clutters up the past you might be seeking

So go ahead and rage and fight
Insist on finding your own light
As wisdom cannot be confused by freedom

(It’s my life)
I … I have no tears left
(It’s my life)
I … well, I ain’t done yet
(It’s my life)
I got no tears left
(It’s my life)
Well, I ain’t done yet
What the hell do I have left

 

Out Of Control

Once high on a hill
There was a song
Nothing was wrong
That’s when time stood still

Now lovers are caught
Left in their thoughts
Tied to their dreams
Bound by the depth of their love

If I can’t hold on to you
If I can’t hold on to you
There’ll be a sky of fire and hell of blue
If all of our dreams won’t come true
I’ll cover you, I’ll cover you

Sky is fire, Hell is blue

That’s why I’m out of control
Build myself up, tear myself down
Build myself up again

I’m talking to you
Trying to get through
Don’t wanna hide
Lost in the mirror of love

If I can’t hold on to you
If I can’t hold on to you
If the sky is wide and heavens good
If all of our dreams won’t come true
I’ll cover you, I’ll cover you

Sky is fire, Hell is blue

Somewhere near the end
Lovers pretend
Lose what they feel
Keep what they get from love

Start missing the drive
Staying alive
Four out of Five
Without the feeling of love

If I can’t hold on to you
If I can’t hold on to you
If this heart is fire and hell is blue
If all of our dreams won’t come true
I’ll cover you, I’ll cover you.

 

Someday Soon

Someday soon you will see by the light of day
That someday soon all your worries will fade away
Keep holding on to the love that has made you strong
And someday soon heartache will all be gone

Someday soon I hope good things come to you
And someday soon hope your wishes all come true
Keep holding on to the love that has brought you here
And someday soon darkness will disappear

When life’s too hard to bear for you to take it
Have faith in what you do
You’ve got to tell yourself
That you can make it through

Someday soon you will get to be your best
And someday soon you will finally get some rest
Keep holding on to the love that came your way
And someday soon shadows will fall away

 

Queen Of Them All

When the day is Dawning
Who’s the radio
Who’s the hand in your hand
Who’s the one who knows
When you’re on the ropes
She’s the one you can lean on
And I really don’t know why I feel so good
But it’s happening to me so I knock on wood

Who can call you darling
Who can make you stand
Who’s got all the answers
When things get out of hand
Who’s got all the moves
She’s the queen of them all
And I really don’t know why I feel so good
But it’s happening to me so I knock on wood

She’s the queen of them all
She’s the queen of them all
Walkin’ proud with her colors showing
She’s the queen of them all

When the sun is setting
Who will hold your hand
Who is always there for you
Who can understand
She’s got all the moves
She’s the queen of them all
And I really don’t know why I feel so good
But it’s happening to me so I knock on wood
And I really don’t know why I feel so good
But it’s happening to me so I knock on wood

 

Sanibel

There’s a ship
And it sails a sea of light
On it’s way to me tonight
From a distant shore
Taking me home once more

And the waves
And the whistling of the wind
Make me come alive again
My destiny’s at my door

Going to leave this town forever
And go where I’ll never
Nead an overcoat no more, where they cry …

Ooh lalalala, every night and every day
Sitting by the Gulf coast just a thousand miles away
Where they cry …
Ooh lalalala, on an island I will dwell
Starlit nights in paradise on the Isle of Sanibel

There’s a girl
And I see her dressed in white
As she lies there in the night
I can hear her cry
Where has he gone and why

But she knows
That someday he will arrive
And it keeps her love alive
Dreams can never die

She looks across the ocean
At sails in motion
In the early morning sky, where they cry …

Angels of the water, sirens of the sea
Whispering there sweet love songs
Calling out to me

 

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Faith In Me*
Looking Forward**
Stand And Be Counted
Heartland
Seen Enough
Slowpoke**
Dream For Him
No Tears Left*
Out Of Control**
Someday Soon
Queen Of Them All
Sanibel

David Crosby: guitar, vocal
Stephen Stills: guitar, bass, organ, cowbell, tymbales, maracas, bataa, percussion, vocal
Graham Nash: guitar, vocal
Neil Young: guitar, tiple, harmonica, celeste, vocal
Luis Conte: congas, jombe bass drum, bataa, percussion
Alex Acuña: tymbales
Joe Lala: congas
Joe Vitale: drums, organ, bataa
Spooner Oldham: pump organ
Donald “Duck” Dunn: bass
Ben Keith: pedal steel guitar, dobro
Jim Keltner: drums
Mike Finnigan: organ
James Raymond: piano
Lenny Castro: percussion
Gerald Johnson: bass
“Hutch” Hutchinson: bass
Danny Sarokin: guitar
Snuffy Garrett: guitar
Craig Doerge: keyboards
Vince Charles: percussion
Bob Glaub: bass

Recorded at Ocean Studios, Burbank, CA; Redwood Digital, Woodside, CA; Ga Ga’s Room, Los Angeles, CA; Stray Gator Sound, Los Angeles, CA, and Conway Studio A, Los Angeles, CA, Nov. 3, 1996-July 21, 1999

Produced by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, except
*Produced by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young and Joe Vitale
**Produced by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young and Ben Keith