What Are You Listening To?

[CRAZY-HORSE]

ROGER McGUINN  "cardiff rose"  cd,  1976.

his fourth...
some psychedelic-rock, some classic rock, some folk, a sea shanty (or two) and a hint of country...
produced by Mick Ronson (who also played guitars on it).
one written by Kris, another by Joni and a Dylan penned tune amongst a lot of self-penned ones...
better than his third which in return is better than his second, both of those i love...
I LOVE THIS ALBUM

the Dylan penned tune:





c'mon, its Dylan, who doesnt like to read what he pens....

Everythin' went from bad to worse,
Money never changed a thing,
Death kept followin', trackin' us down,
At least I heard your bluebird sing.
Now somebody's got to show their hand,
Time is an enemy,
I know you're long gone,
I guess it must be up to me.


If I'd thought about it
I never would've done it,
I guess I would've let it slide,
If I'd lived my life
By what others were thinkin',
The heart inside me would've died.
I was just too stubborn
To ever be governed
By enforced insanity,
Someone had to reach
For the risin' star,
I guess it was up to me.

Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out
And the orchids are in bloom,
I've only got me
One good shirt left
And it smells of stale perfume.
In fourteen months
I've only smiled once
And I didn't do it consciously,
Somebody's got to find your trail,
I guess it must be up to me.

It was like a revelation
When you betrayed me with your touch,
I'd just about convinced myself
That nothin' had changed that much.
The old Rounder in the iron mask
Slipped me the master key,
Somebody had to unlock your heart,
He said it was up to me.

Well, I watched you slowly disappear
Down into the officers' club,
I would've followed you in the door
But I didn't have a ticket stub.
So I waited all night
'Til the break of day,
Hopin' one of us could get free,
When the dawn came over the river bridge,
I knew it was up to me.

Oh, the only decent thing I did
When I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall
Near the cage where I used to work.
Was I a fool or not
To try to protect your identity?
You looked a little
Burned out, my friend,
I thought it might be up to me.

Well, I met somebody face to face
And I had to remove my hat,
She's everything I need and love
But I can't be swayed by that.
It frightens me,
The awful truth of
How sweet life can be,
But she ain't a-gonna make me move,
I guess it must be up to me.

We heard the Sermon on the Mount
And I knew it was too complex,
It didn't amount to anything more
Than what the broken glass reflects.
When you bite off more
Than you can chew
You pay the penalty,
Somebody's got to tell the tale,
I guess it must be up to me.

Well, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight
To the Thunderbird Cafe,
Crystal wanted to talk to him,
I had to look the other way.
Well, I just can't rest
Without you, love,
I need your company,
But you ain't a-gonna cross the line,
I guess it must be up to me.

There's a note left in the bottle,
You can give it to Estelle,
She's the one
You been wond'rin' about,
But there's really
Nothin' much to tell.
We both heard voices for a while,
Now the rest is history,
Somebody's got to cry some tears,
I guess it must be up to me.

So go on, boys, and play your hands,
Life is a pantomime,
The ringleaders
From the county seat
Say you don't have all that much time.
And the girl with me
Behind the shades,
She ain't my property,
One of us has got to hit the road,
I guess it must be up to me.

And if we never meet again,
Baby, remember me,
How my lone guitar
Played sweet for you
That old-time melody.
And the harmonica around my neck,
I blew it for you, free,
No one else could play that tune,
You know it was up to me.