David Crosby What’s Broken

Looking out on a buzzing city

Molecules go flying by

Standing here is a very lost disciple

How could it be that angels lie? They lie.

Speaking out in a frozen language

You try to keep that heat inside

Every face is a masterpiece of lonely

And every breath is rarefied.

Who wants to see an abandoned soul?

Who wants to try and open it?

Who wants to know what desperate is?

Who wants to buy what’s broken?

Dodging kindness like golden arrows

Shading treasure from uncivil eyes

Tunnels steaming with the breath of a dragon

Cathedrals warming to the sunrise.

Who wants to see an abandoned soul?

Who wants to try and open it?

Who wants to know what desperate is?

Who wants to buy what’s broken?

Who wants to see an abandoned soul?

Who wants to try and open it?

Who wants to know what desperate is?

Who wants to buy what’s broken?

Looking out on a buzzing city

Molecules go flying by

Standing here is a very lost disciple

How could it be that angels lie?

David Crosby Slice Of Time

A slice of time, curling, peeling

Back from the edge of the knife.

Light fluttering as if between two trains

Motordrive frames of life.

Long blends of days stream into nights

Consciousness barely coping.

The land going by seems level

But really the tracks are increasingly sloping.

Images, images, images, images

Arranged against a blank wall

Images, images, images, images

Telling the truth to us all.

Pluck out a day, a week or an hour

Hold it up, hold it up to the light.

Freeze the frame, really look at the faces

With all of your sight.

See the eyes looking at you

Immerse yourself into that minute.

My teacher said time is elastic

I wonder just what I’ll find in it.

Images, images, images, images

Arranged against a blank wall

Images, images, images, images

Telling the truth to us all.

A slice of time, curling, peeling

Back from the edge of the knife.

David Crosby The Clearing

Fear doesn’t live inside the blind, let go

And step into the clearing mind and soul.

This kind of love don’t need a home

This kind a heart beats all alone

This kind of world, gonna let it go

Lay down the things that came before.

Firelight creates families, believe

Shadows become giants in the trees.

This kind of love don’t need a home

This kind a heart beats all alone

This kind of world, gonna let it go

Lay down the things that came before.

The sky is dark enough to swallow you, a storm

Violence the least of all its forms.

This kind of love don’t need a home

This kind a heart beats all alone

This kind of world, gonna let it go

Lay down the things that came before.

This kind of love don’t need a home

This kind a heart beats all alone

This kind of world, gonna let it go

Lay down the things that came before.

David Crosby Holding On To Nothing

After holding on to nothing for awhile

I glanced to see what waited there

A shadow leaning easy by a window

A scent of something recent in the air.

Nothing runs faster than time at night

But time slows down every day

All those hours with nothing to do

Holding nothing again today.

And sunny days can fool you

They can look wet with rain

And even words from a friend can bring back the pain.

Memories come back on their own

And birds fly south in the sky

Pictures are drawn pencil sketches at dawn

Wishes that I too could fly.

And sunny days can fool you

They can look wet with rain

Even words from a friend can bring back the pain.

All the pictures I see are smiling at me

But today I’m somebody new

Not really knowing just coming and going

A stranger just passing through.

David Crosby Morning Falling

His open eyes at first light

We see an echo of his mothers smile

At her breast his sister pressed

Outside the sun begins to warm the ancient tile.

They came that day, hollow men

Agents of a god they could not know

A mile above, distant eyes

Miss desperate pleas that pictures could not show

The morning falling.

A shackle snaps beneath cold wings

Below, the shepherd is pulled toward home

The shadow falls, a falcon calls

Below, his world becomes a mountain of stone.

They came that day, empty men

Agents of a god they’ll never know

High above, those eyes

See what seems to be on screens that glow

The morning falling.

His eyes can see but his mind can’t hold

What he has seen, the absence of the lives they used to live

A world away, the trigger is pulled

Here there is no reason to forgive.

David Crosby Helpless Heart

I’m sitting in here inside the strangest place

And time is racing by

I’ve been way out here for a month or more

Tonight I’m wondering why

You try to understand the things that I feel

Maybe this time I’ll find a way to explain it

And there was a dream deep inside my head

It only seemed like it’s breaking the thread

That holds me to you

Still you have never wanted to change me

But darlin’ I know

Though we’re far apart

The signal is strong

This helpless heart will always belong to you

Only to you

No one but you

This power takes me from the place I belong

To where only the strong get through (you’ve got to)

Keep on believing or you’ll lose your way

It slips right out on you

Though there are days the light can flicker or fade

Here in this place tonight a fire is burning

‘Cause there was a dream deep inside my head

It only seemed like it’s breaking the thread

That holds me to you

Still you have never wanted to change me

But believe me I know

Though we’re far apart

The signal is strong

This helpless heart will always belong to you

Always belong to you

Only to you

Only to you

No one but you

David Crosby Columbus

Better keep your distance from this whale

Better keep your boat from going astray

Find yourself a partner and treat them well

Try to give them shelter night and day

‘Cause here in the blue light

Far away from the fireside

Things can get twisted and crazy and crowded

You can’t even feel right

So I dream of Columbus

Every time the panic starts

I dream of Columbus

With your maps and your beautiful charts

I dream of Columbus

There’s an ache in a traveling heart

See how the cormorant swoops and dives

Must be a thrill to go that deep

Down to the basement of this life

Down to where the mermaid gently sleeps

Not like here in the blue light

Far away from the fireside

Where things get twisted and

Haunted and crowded

You can’t even feel right

So I dream of Columbus

Every time the panic starts

I dream of Columbus

With your maps and your beautiful charts

I dream of Columbus

There’s an ache in a traveling heart

As the tide must ebb and flow

I am dragged down under

I wait the livelong day

For an end to my hunger

So I dream of Columbus

Every time the panic starts

I dream of Columbus

With your maps and your beautiful charts

I dream of Columbus

There’s an ache in a traveling heart

David Crosby Coverage

The TV is talkin’ to me

It’s positive identification

But maybe I’m mistaken

I talk to my radio

I keep it tuned to the all night show

I’d give my last dime for coverage

But you will not cover me

I got a penchant for the printed page

I got a mention in the Monday news

I was on my last leg

When it came through

I talk to my radio

I keep it tuned to the all night show

I’d give my last dime for coverage

But you will not cover me

No no no no

Tune it in to the pale blue light

Whispers to me through the night

Better love

Better lovers

Cover cover cover cover

Cover cover cover cover

Coverage

I would have made it sooner see

But I got caught up in the dream traffic

Blew the demographics

I talk to my radio

I keep it tuned to the all night show

I’d give my last dime for coverage

But you will not cover me

No. You will not cover me

No. You will not cover me

David Crosby Tracks In The Dust

Four of us were having dinner

And I threw down the paper with a curse

And my wife said, Complaining doesn’t get it

You got to do something or you can bet it

Will get worse.

And my friend said, You’ve been watching

TV too much: and all that hippie hopefulness

Is just a crutch.

But if thinkin’ that way helps you

To make it through the night

Then who am I to say what’s wrong and right.

But I think, we’re passing

Through here kind of fast

Did you think these tracks

In the dust would last.

So you think we should just sit here

And have another glass of wine

While the world goes to hell, which you know damn well

It’s going to do just down the line.

And his lady said, I don’t know

how can you be so sure, I mean

Some things seem to get better

You know the hero still saves the

Damsel in distress, the

Villain doesn’t get her

And I said, where have you been living

I mean they’re selling death in the streets.

Cheap.

And the lying politicians are rolling

in the profits they reap.

And he said, He’s right honey

But I think it’s always been that way.

And he smiled kind of patiently,

and I knew he was going to say:

I think, we’re passing

Through here kind of fast

Did you think these tracks

In the dust would last.

I think, we’re passing

Through here kind of fast

Did you think these tracks

In the dust would last.

I think, we’re passing

Through here kind of fast