Neil Young — Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing Live Carnegie Hall 1970

[Verse 1] Hey, who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung? Taking my gypsy before she's begun Singing the meaning of what's in my mind Before I can take home what's rightfully mine Joining and listening and talking in rhymes Stopping the feeling to wait for the time And who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing? 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing [Verse 2] And who's all hung up on that happiness thing? And who's trying to tune all the bells that he rings? And who's in the corner and down on the floor? With pencil and paper just counting the score And who's trying to act like he's just in-between? The night isn't black if you know that it's green Who should be sleeping, but's writing this song? Wishing and hoping he weren't so damned wrong And who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing? 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing [Verse 3] And who's coming home on old ninety-five? And who's got the feeling to keep him alive? Though having it and sharing ain't quite the same It's not a gold nugget, you can't lay a claim And who's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor? There it is, baby, don't you worry no more And who should be sleeping, but's writing this song? Wishing and hoping he weren't so damned wrong And who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing? 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing [Segue] He's wonderful After this song, we're gonna take an intermission for popcorn