Thrasher
Neil YoungVersion1
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Chords in this song
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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 thrasher coming,
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up,
To hit the road before its light,
trying to catch an hour on the sun,
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide,
I was feeling like my day had just begun.
Where the eagles glide descending,
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 dont 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 the sidewalks and in the stations, they were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just dead weight to me,
Better down the road without that load,
Bring's back the time I was eight or nine,
I was watching my Mama's TV,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
With the vulture glides descending,
On an asphalt highway bending,
Through 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 thrashers come 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.
Phew!
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Readable chord sheet for Thrasher by Neil Young
[C]They were hiding behind hay bales, They were [F]planting in the [C]Full Moon, They had given [C/B]all they [Am7]had for something [F]new,[G] But the [C]light of day was on them, They could [F]see the thrasher [C]coming, And the [C]water [C/B]shone like [Am7]diamonds in the [F]dew. [G] [F]And I was just [G]getting up, To [C]hit the road before its [F]light, trying to catch an [G]hour on the [C]sun, [Cmaj7] [Cmaj7] [C] [F]When I saw those thrasher[G]s rolling by, Looking [C]more than [C/B]two lanes [Am7]wide, [Am/C] I was [Dm7]feeling like my day had just [G]begun. Where the [C]eagles glide descending, There's an [F]ancient river [C]bending, Down the [C]timeless [C/B]gorge of [Am7]changes [Am7/G]where s[F]leeplessness a[G]waits, I [C]searched out my companions, who were [F]lost in crystal [C]canyons, When the [C]aimless [C/B]blade of [Am7]science [Am7/G]slashed the [F]pearly gates,[G] [F]It was then I knew I'd [G]had enough, burned my [C]credit card for [F]fuel, [F]Headed out to where the [G]pavement turns to [C]sand,[Cmaj7] [C] With a [F]one-way ticket to the [G]land of truth and my [C]suitcase [C/B]in my [Am7]hand. [Am7/G] How I [Dm7]lost my friends I still dont understan[G]d. [C]They had the best selection, They were [F]poisoned with pro[C]tection, There was [C]nothing [C/B]that they [Am7]needed, [Am7/G] [F]nothing left to [G]find. They were [C]lost in rock formations, Or [F]became park bench mut[C]ations, On the the [C]sidewalks [C/B]and in the [Am7]stations,[Am7/G] they were [F]waiting, [G]waiting. [F]So I got bored and [G]left them there, They were [C]just dead weight to [F]me, [F]Better down the [G]road without that [C]load,[Cmaj7] [Cmaj7] [C] [F]Bring's back the time I was [G]eight or nine, I was [C]watching my Mama's [Am7]TV, [Am7/G] It was that [Dm7]great Grand Canyon rescue episod[G]e. With the [C]vulture glides descending, On an [F]asphalt highway [C]bending, Through [C]libraries [C/B]and muse[Am7]ums,[Am7/G] [F]galaxies and [G]stars. Down the [C]windy halls of friendship, To the [F]rose clipped by the [C]bullwhip, The [C]motel of [C/B]lost c[Am7]ompanions [Am7/G]waits with [F]heated pool and [G]bar. [F]But me, I'm not [G]stopping there, Got my o[C]wn row left to [F]hoe, [F]Just another [G]line in the field of [C]time.[Cmaj7] [F]When the thrashers come I'll be [G]stuck in the sun, Like the [C]dinosaurs in [Am7]shrines, [Am7/G] But I'll [Dm7]know the time has come to give what's [G]mine. Phew!