I’ve done this before and readership for the post tends to be modest but, hey, lots of bloggers do this, indulge themselves, so why not me, at my age?

Anyhoo, there are wider political reflections here.

If you’re not ‘into’ Neil Young you might not know of his darker, deeper side. On the 1974 album, there are two ‘blues’ – ‘Revolution’ and ‘Ambulance’. The second finishes with advice which could today be for those nice Labour supporters clinging to the hope of a fairer Britain:

For Sir Starmer:

I never knew a man
Could tell so many lies
He had a different story
For every set of eyes
How can he remember
Who he’s talkin’ to?
‘Cause I know it ain’t me
And I hope it isn’t you

And for still Labour folk:

You’re all just pissin’
In the wind
You don’t know it but you are

And there ain’t nothin’
Like a friend
Who can tell you
You’re just pissin’
In the wind

Revolution Blues is an attack on those creative, affluent, middle-class hippies who gathered in places like Laurel Canyon in California to sing songs of love and peace then start-up IT companies, gather their wealth and forget all about the poor living only miles from them.

In this brutal darkly-ironic identification with those other ‘children’ like Manson’s ‘Family’, Young writes:

Revolution Blues”

Well, we live in a trailer
at the edge of town
You never see us

’cause we don’t come around.
We got twenty five rifles
just to keep
the population down.
But we need you now,
and that’s why
I’m hangin’ ’round.
So you be good to me
and I’ll be good to you,
And in this land of conditions
I’m not above suspicion
I won’t attack you,
but I won’t back you.

Well, it’s so good to be here,
asleep on your lawn.

Remember your guard dog?
Well, I’m afraid
that he’s gone.
It was such a drag
to hear him

whining all night long.
Yes, that was me with the doves,
setting them free
near the factory
Where you built your computer,
love.
I hope you get the connection,
’cause I can’t take
the rejection
I won’t deceive you,
I just don’t believe you.

Well, I’m a barrel of laughs,
with my carbine on

I keep ’em hoppin’,
till my ammunition’s gone.
But I’m still not happy,
I feel like
there’s something wrong.
I got the revolution blues,
I see bloody fountains,

And ten million dune buggies
comin’ down the mountains.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon
is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers
and I’ll kill them
in their cars.