Neil Young is an unrecognized genius.

You know, everyone goes on and on about Bob Dylan. And I love Dylan - truth be told, but I have to say that all this praise about his new album is kind of like the Emporer's New Clothes. I like it - I really do - especially the last song that is kind of melancholy and in a more minor key - but truthfully every song, though I like it initially, I feel it goes on just a little too long. Does anyone else feel this way?

I've been listening to Neil Young tonight. The records, "Comes a Time" and "Rust Never Sleeps", specifically. Neil Young is a genius as a lyricist and musician. I think he deserves his own thread. So, I'll start it: This is from the album, "Rust Never Sleeps". I went to see him on this tour at William and Mary when I was at college in NC and I remember this is the first concert I left that my ears were ringing for two days- I was afraid my hearing would never be the same.

Thrasher

They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting
in the full moon
They had given all they had
for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water
shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up,
hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw
those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin'
like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement
turns to sand
With a one-way ticket
to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends
I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks
and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road
without that load
Brings back the time
when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great
Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums,
galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line
in the field of time
When the thrasher comes,
I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.