All Neil Young Quotes
- Mother Goose, she's on the skids. Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids. Games
- If you want to get lost in the jungle rhythm, get down on the ground and pretend you're swimming. Down
- Like a mountain that's growing. Explanation
- Was he a doper or was he just a loser? Doper
- Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright. Alone
- Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling… Everywhere
- Let's roll for justice, let's roll for truth. Let's not let our children grow up fearful in their youth. Children
- On one side the government, the other side the mob. Government
- Got to fight to control the violent side, every day and night. Advice
- I'm free to give my love, but you're not the one I'm thinking of. Free
- I got religion in the airport, my Lord. They caught me waiting on my baggage when I was bored. Airport
- I ran into the preacher, said God was on my side, then I ran into the hangman. God
- Nothing is perfect in God's perfect plan. God
- It's easy to get buried in the past when you try to make a good thing last. Buried
- Wooden ships are a hippie dream, capsized in excess if you know what I mean. Capsized
- You're all just pissing in the wind. You don't know it, but you are. All
- Down by the river, I shot my baby dead. Baby
- Bad news is just an excuse. Bad
- No one has the answers, but one thing is true. You got to turn on evil, when its coming after you. Answers
- Possessions and concessions are not often what they seem, they drag you down and load you down in disguise of security. Concessions
- Ain't singing for Pepsi, ain't singing for Coke, I don't sing for nobody, makes me look like a joke. Coke
- Hey, hey, my, my, rock and roll will never die. Die
- Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow, the drummer relaxes in between shows with his cinnamon girl. Bass
- What's female beauty, but an air divine, thro' which the mind's all gentle graces shine? They, like the sun, irradiate all between; the body charms… Air
- Don't think. The worst songs I've ever written happen when I think. Ever Written