Crosby, Stills & Nash Suite:Judy Blue Eyes by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill It's getting to the point Where I'm no fun anymore I am sorry Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud I am lonely I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard - Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other Oh babe, have mercy Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now I am not dreaming. I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard- Tearing yourself away from me now You are free and I am crying This does not mean I don't love you I do, that's forever, yes and for always I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard- Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening? Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart And I love you. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are And you make it hard- And you make it hard- Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon What have you got to lose? Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you. What have you got to lose? Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin' Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin' It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin' That's what I have to lose I've got an answer I'm going to fly away What have I got to lose? Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose? Chestnut brown canary Ruby throated sparrow Sing a song don't be long Thrill me to the marrow Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight Asking me, said she so free How can you catch the sparrow? Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting Change my life, make it right Be my lady. Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo At the end of the Suite, Stephen Stills sings the following Spanish lines: Que linda me la traiga Cuba, la reina de la Mar Caribe. Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi, y que triste que no puedo vaya, Oh va, oh va, va. Loosely translated that is: How happy it makes me to think of Cuba, the smiles of the Caribbean Sea, Sunny sky has no blood, and how sad that I'm not able to go Oh go, oh go go --------------------------------------------------------------------- Marrakesh Express by Graham Nash, Siquomb Whoopa, hey mesa, hooba huffa, hey meshy goosh goosh. Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes, Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies Ducks, and pigs, and chickens call, animal carpet wall to wall American ladies five-foot tall in blue. Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind, Had to get away to see what we could find. Hope the days that lie ahead bring us back to where they've led listen not to what's been said to you. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express, they're taking me to Marrakesh. All aboard the train. All aboard the train. I've been saving all my money just to take you there. I smell the garden in your hair. Take the train from Casablanca going south, blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m m m m mouth. Colored cottons hang in the air, charming cobras in the square. Striped djellebas we can wear at home. Well, let me hear ya now. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express, they're taking me to Marrakesh. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express, they're taking me to Marrakesh. All on board the train, All on board the train, All on board! --------------------------------------------------------------------- Guinnevere by David Crosby, Guerilla Guinnevere had green eyes Like yours, mi'lady like yours When she'd walk down Through the garden In the morning after it rained Peacocks wandered aimlessly Underneath an orange tree Why can't she see me? Guinnevere Drew pentagrams Like yours, mi'lady like yours Late at night When she thought that no one was watching at all She shall be free As she turns her gaze Down the slope to the harbor where I lay Anchored for a day Guinnevere Had golden hair Like yours, mi'lady like yours Streaming out when we'd ride Through the warm wind down by the bay Yesterday Seagulls circle endlessly I sing in silent harmony We shall be free --------------------------------------------------------------------- You don't have to cry by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill In the mornin' when you rise Do you think of me, and how you left me cryin'? Are you thinkin' of telephones, and managers, And where you got to be at noon? You are living a reality I left years ago It quite nearly killed me. In the long run it will make you cry. Make you crazy and old before your time. And the difference between me and you. I won't argue right or wrong, But I have time to cry, my baby You don't have to cry, I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry In the mornin' when you rise Do you think of me, and how you left me cryin'? Are you thinkin' of telephones, and managers, And where you got to be at noon? You are living a reality I left years ago It quite nearly killed me. In the long run it will make you cry. Make you crazy and old before your time. And the difference between me and you. I won't argue right or wrong, But I have time to cry, my baby You don't have to cry, I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry --------------------------------------------------------------------- Pre-Road Downs by Graham Nash, Siquomb I have kissed you So I'll miss you On the road I'll be wantin' you But I have you `cause I love you And you have me `cause you love me too.Yeah. Felt forsaken, you'll awaken to joys of livin' hand in glove, and then I will lend you my will, and your days will be filled with love Don't run the time approaches hotels and midnight coaches be sure to hide the roaches Felt rejected, as expected, you rejected all the thoughts of words, so I'll pray, with you, to stay with me forever, and we'll make it work. Don't run the time approaches hotels and midnight coaches be sure to hide the roaches Elevated, you're elated, `cause I've waited a year for you, if you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin' then I'm gonna make my love to you. Don't run the time approaches hotels and midnight coaches be sure to hide the roaches --------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady of the island by Graham Nash, Siquomb Holding you close, undisturbed before a fire, The pressure in my chest when you breathe in my ear; We both knew this would happen when you first appeared, My lady of the island. The browness of your body in the fireglow Except the places where the sun refused to go. Our bodies were a perfect fit, in afterglow we lay, My lady of the island. Letting myself wander through the world inside your eyes You know I'd like to stay here until every tear runs dry. Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da My lady of the island. Wrapped around each other in the peeping sun, Beams of sunshine light the stage, the red light's on. I never want to finish what I've just begun with you, My lady of the island. Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Wooden Ships by David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Paul Kantner Stills:If you smile at me, I will understand 'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does in the same language. Crosby:I can see by your coat, my friend, you're from the other side, There's just one thing I got to know, Can you tell me please, who won? Stills:Say, can I have some of your purple berries? Crosby:Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once. Stills:Probably keep us both alive. Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy, Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be, Silver people on the shoreline, let us be, Talkin' 'bout very free and easy... Horror grips us as we watch you die, All we can do is echo your anguished cries, Stare as all human feelings die, We are leaving - you don't need us. Go, take your sister then, by the hand, lead her away from this foreign land, Far away, where we might laugh again, We are leaving - you don't need us. And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm, Out of the south over my shoulder, Guess I'll set a course and go... --------------------------------------------------------------------- Helplessly Hoping by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill Helplessly hoping Her harlequin hovers nearby Awaiting a word Gasping at glimpses Of gentle true spirit He runs, wishing he could fly Only to trip at the sound of good-bye Wordlessly watching He waits by the window And wonders At the empty place inside Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams He worries Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello? They are one person They are two alone They are three together They are for each other Stand by the stairway You'll see something Certain to tell you confusion has its cost Love isn't lying It's loose in a lady who lingers Saying she is lost And choking on hello They are one person They are two alone They are three together They are for each other --------------------------------------------------------------------- Long Time Gone by David Crosby, Guerilla It's been a long time comin' It's goin' to be a Long Time Gone. And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long, appears to be a long time, yes, a long, long, long ,long time before the dawn. Turn, turn any corner. Hear, you must hear what the people say. You know there's something that's goin' on around here, the surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day. And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long, appears to be a long time, yes, a long, long, long ,long time before the dawn. Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness, you got to speak your mind, if you dare. But don't no don't now try to get yourself elected If you do you had better cut your hair. `Cause it appears to be a long, appears to be a long, appears to be a long, Time, such a long long long long time before the dawn. It's been a long time comin' It's goin' to be a long time gone. But you know, The darkest hour is always Always just before the dawn. And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long, appears to be a long Timebefore the dawn. (You better Come In That Kitchen Because It's Got To Be Raining Outside) --------------------------------------------------------------------- 49 Bye-Byes by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill Forty Nine reasons all in a line All of them good ones, All of them lies. Driftin' with my lady We're oldest of friends Need a little work, and there's fences to mend. Steady girl, be my world `Till the drifter come, now she's gone. I let that man play his hand. I let them go, how was I to know? I'm down on my knees. Nobody left to please. Now it's over, they left in the spring Her and the drifter, looking for beautiful things. Steady girl, be my world `Till the drifter come, now she's gone. I let that man play his hand. I let them go, how was I to know? I'm down on my knees. Nobody left to please. On my knees, feeling wrong Mama's gone Bye bye baby Write if you think of it, maybe. Know I love you.(Know I love you) Go if it means that much to you. Hey, but you can run, baby; If the feeling's wrong before too long it's crazy. And you're trapped, babe, an you know that's not where it's at, babe. You're just seein' things through a cat's eye, baby; That's not my old lady. Come on and tell me, baby, you better tell me, baby, Who do you, who do you love? Time will tell us who is trying to sell us. Bye, bye, baby, Write if you think of it, maybe. Hey, but you can run, baby. If the feeling's wrong, before too long, it's crazy. And you're trapped babe, and you know that's not where it's at baby. You're just seein' things through a cat's eye, baby; That's not my old lady. Come on and tell me, baby, you better tell me, baby, Who do you, Who do you love?