Neil Young — Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing Live at Canterbury House 1968

[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? To sing in the meaning of what's in my mind Before I can take home what's rightfully mine Joining and a-listening and talking in rhymes Stopping the feeling to wait for the time Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing? 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing [Verse 2] Who's all hung up on that happiness thing? 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 Who's trying to act like he's just in-between? The night isn't black if you know that it's green But don't bother looking, you're too blind to see Who's coming on like he wanted to be? 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? Who's got the feeling to keep him alive? Though having it and sharing it ain't quite the same It ain't a gold nugget, you can't lay a claim Who's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor? There it is, baby, don't you worry no more Who should be sleeping, but is writing this song? Wishing and a-hoping he weren't so damned wrong Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing? 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing? Nowadays Clancy can't even sing