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Neil Percival Young,OC,OM (born November 12, 1945) is a Canadian singer-songwriter who is widely regarded as one of the most influential musicians of his generation.
Young began performing as a solo artist in Canada in 1960, before moving to California in 1966, where he co-founded the band Buffalo Springfield along with Stephen Stills and Richie Furay, and later joined Crosby, Stills & Nash as a fourth member in 1969. He forged a successful and acclaimed solo career, releasing his first album in 1968; his career has since spanned over 40 years and 34 studio albums, with a continual and uncompromising exploration of musical styles. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame website describes Young as "one of rock and roll’s greatest songwriters and performers". He has been inducted into the Hall of Fame twice: first as a solo artist in 1995, and second as a member of Buffalo Springfield in 1997.
Young's work is characterized by his distinctive guitar work, deeply personal lyrics and signature alto or high tenor singing voice. Although he accompanies himself on several different instruments, including piano and harmonica, his idiosyncratic electric and clawhammer acoustic guitar playing are the defining characteristics of a varyingly ragged and melodic sound. While Young has experimented with differing music styles, including swing and electronic music throughout a varied career, his best known work usually falls into two primary styles: acoustic (folk and country rock) and electric (amplified hard rock, very often in collaboration with the band Crazy Horse). Young has also adopted elements from newer styles such as alternative rock and grunge. His influence on the latter caused some to dub him the "Godfather of Grunge".
Aimless drives through countless summer nights.
There’s nothing left to do. I’ll never get bored with you.
It’s so cold out tonight, but I don’t mind.
There must be somewhere we can go tonight.
Don’t you remember
those nights just driving through the suburbs,
singing songs we loved?
More now than ever,
I’m feeling like it’s been too long
and so I wrote a song hoping that you would sing along.
Late at night, don’t wanna let the sun rise.
There’s something wrong, this place is dead.
I’m tired of living inside my head. We never could slow down.
Won’t you forget about how much you hate this town tonight?
Don’t you remember? Or has it been too long?
Won’t you remember, just for tonight?
Sadly I know, some things are worse than being alone,
but this empty seat beside me never fails to remind me.
And I know some things are worse than being alone,
but I just wanted to know… won’t you come back home?
Sadly I know, some things are worse than being alone,
but this empty seat beside me never fails to remind me.
And I know some things are worse than being alone,