Crosby Stills Nash Young lyrics
Crosby Stills Nash Young lyrics
"Shadowland Lyrics"
Written by Rick Ryan, Graham Nash & Joe Vitale
Behind a nation's blind salute
Behind "my country 'tis of thee"
Behind the pain that won't compute
Erase the memory of Shadowland.
An open wound that never heals
A bone that never seems to set
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Cruel Lyrics
My sun is set--and my day is done When I turn to the east I can see no dawn But iron horse come--buffalo gone Like blades of grass
mind that thinks but never feelsMy sun is set--and my day is done When I turn to the east I can see no dawn But iron horse come--buffalo gone Like blades of grass
The face we've never met from Shadowland.
They tell us time and time again
They only want a few good men
They lead us through the lion's den
To Shadowland.
The world would just as soon forget
And watch the wreckage drif
Why Cant I Be On Mtv Lyrics
Why can't I be on MTV? Why can't I be on MTV? Why can't I be on MTV? Cause they just don't like me Why can't I be on MTV?t ashore
Ten years reduced to one regret
The baggage of war from Shadowland.
Don't ask us how our names were lost
Our nation did a sleight of hand
We never saw the line we crossed
That took us into Shadowland.
They tell us time and time again
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They lead us through the lion's den
To Shadowland.
The son will reap what fathers sow
But mothers have to hear the sound
Of the last breath of the boy next door
Whose life has ended
Shadowland, Shadowland, Shadowland
Why can't I be on MTV? Why can't I be on MTV? Why can't I be on MTV? Cause they just don't like me Why can't I be on MTV?
Ten years reduced to one regret
The baggage of war from Shadowland.
Don't ask us how our names were lost
Our nation did a sleight of hand
We never saw the line we crossed
That took us into Shadowland.
They tell us time and time again
Th
Rag Doll Lyrics
When she was just a kid her clothes were hand me downs They always laughed at her when she came into town Called her rag doll, little
ey only want a few good menWhen she was just a kid her clothes were hand me downs They always laughed at her when she came into town Called her rag doll, little
They lead us through the lion's den
To Shadowland.
The son will reap what fathers sow
But mothers have to hear the sound
Of the last breath of the boy next door
Whose life has ended
Shadowland, Shadowland, Shadowland