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“Out On The Weekend”, steady pace, dreamy melody, and a delicate harmonica. The beginning of “Harvest” is among the most relaxing and balanced moments of rock. Simply perfect.
With the title track, it shifts to more country sounds; a mild cadence and Young's enchanting meow are the peculiar characteristics of the track. “A Man Needs A Maid” instead accentuates the intensity of the album, with the piano and horns in a magnificent crescendo. The entire track is then embroidered with strings and numerous sounds that converge into a tempestuous ballad, although never threatening.
The following song transcends these slight distinctions. It is simply beautiful, a tableau of the sun setting behind the hill, while a gentle wind tousles our hair. “Heart Of Gold”.
“Are you ready for the Country”, while staying at good levels, dispels the magic that permeated the first 4 tracks, splendidly linked by a consistent and coherent melodic interpretation.
A folk-flavored acoustic guitar opens “Old Man”, a sweet rural ballad, characterized by an engaging chorus.
With “There's A World”, another balance is broken; the orchestrations sound really out of place and diminish the value of yet another masterful ballad by Neil. With “Alabama” comes the political invective, supported by an unusual electric guitar and an epic choral singing. And the result is excellent. “The Needle And The Damage Done” is a short dirge played with the colors of dawn and embroidered with the first rays of the sun. A pleasure to listen to.
“Words” is one of the most rock pieces on the album. A simple theme, enlivened by the aggressive grip of the guitar and expanded by the fascinating instrumental digression. But honestly, in this work, I find Mr. Young more suited to gentle ballads and lunar melodies rather than hard rock songs.
“Harvest” is the best-selling album of 1972; besides definitively breaking ground for country music, and in particular country-rock (or perhaps pop), it has lessons to teach everyone in terms of songwriting. It is a very catchy record, in which Neil Young seeks (and continuously loses) an absolute musical balance. Perhaps what makes the album eternal is precisely this. It is a constant yearning for perfection, a search for ecstasy, which is often captured with depth by Mr. Young's magical singing, gathering our emotions like picking wildflowers.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Out on the Weekend (04:35)
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up
Take it down to L.A.
Find a place to call my own and try to fix up.
Start a brand new day.
The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine, she's in my mind.
I hear her callin'.
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say.
She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up
From her big brass bed.
Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up
Somewhere in her head.
The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine she's in my mind.
I hear her callin'.
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say.
02 Harvest (03:11)
Did I see you down in a young girl's town With your mother in so much pain?
I was almost there at the top of the stairs With her screamin' in the rain.
Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man.
Did I see you walking with the boys Though it was not hand in hand?
And was some black face in a lonely place When you could understand?
Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man.
Will I see you give more than I can take?
Will I only harvest some?
As the days fly past will we lose our grasp
Or fuse it in the sun?
Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man.
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man.
04 Heart of Gold (03:07)
I want to live
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold
It's these expressions I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
I've been to Hollywood,
I've been to Redwood
I've crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
Keep me searching and I'm growing old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
05 Are You Ready for the Country? (03:23)
Slipping and sliding
and playing domino
Lefting and then Righting,
it's not a crime you know.
You gotta tell your story boy,
before it's time to go.
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
I was talkin' to the preacher,
said God was on my side
Then I ran into the hangman,
he said it's time to die
You gotta tell your story boy,
you know the reason why.
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
06 Old Man (03:24)
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.
Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.
I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
08 Alabama (04:02)
Oh Alabama
The devil fools with the best laid plan.
Swing low Alabama
You got spare change
You got to feel strange
And now the moment is all that it meant.
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Alabama
Banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama.
See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo.
Don't it take you down home?
Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back.
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track
Oh Alabama.
Can I see you and shake your hand.
Make friends down in Alabama.
I'm from a new land
I come to you and see all this ruin
What are you doing Alabama?
You got the rest of the union to help you along
What's going wrong?
09 The Needle and the Damage Done (02:03)
I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.
I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.
I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don't understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out.
I've seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun.
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By R2061478
He molests it. He squeezes it, forcing it to purge every residue of its soul.
Restless but not confused, of someone who doesn’t know where he will end up but knows which direction to go.
By the clash
There is something magical and dreamy in the atmospheres of Out On The Weekend, Harvest, Heart Of Gold.
Perhaps for that tone of voice so fragile and close to breaking of the great Neil.
By Deneil
An indispensable album that if it had been released in its time, today we would surely find it alongside Harvest and After The Gold Rush among our classics.
For me every time I get to the end it feels like waking up. It’s sad to let go of the dream.
By amoBORGES
"Harvest IS the music, just as much as other celestial tales of its kind."
"Each note corresponds to a color, an irrecoverable memory, a heartbeat of a faraway submerged world and countless traversed miles."
