Calgal: I like to think of him as the poor man's Leonard Cohen.

Just like Bernard Malamud is the poor man's Dostoyevski.

Compare:

Shilo, when I was young
I used to call your name
When no one else would come
Shilo, you always came
And we'd play
--Neil Diamond

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.--Aeschylus

What would be a credible source in this instance? Might be time to look up how they categorized themselves to straighten this out. Thread of it's own I say...

Compare:

Don't know that I will
But until I can find me
The girl who'll stay
And won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man
--Neil Diamond

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
--Aeschylus

I like Jack Ruby

Que Sirhan Sirhan?

Exactly...

Baby loves me
Yes, yes she does
Ah, the girl's outta sight, yeah
Says she loves me
Yes, yes she does
Gonna show me tonight, yeah
--Neil Diamond

I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget. --Aeschylus

Now do our eyes behold
The tidings which were told:
Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn,
The slayer, the slain,
The entangled doom forlorn
And ruinous end of twain.
Say, is not sorrow, is not sorrow's sum
On home and hearthstone come?
Oh, waft with sighs the sail from shore,
Oh, smite the bosom, cadencing the oar
That rows beyond the rueful stream for aye
To the far strand,
The ship of souls, the dark,
The unreturning bark
Whereon light never falls nor foot of Day,
Even to the bourne of all, to the unbeholden land.
Baby loves me
Yes, yes she does

When the lamp is shatter'd,
The light in the dust lies dead.
When the cloud is scatter'd,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remember'd not;
Then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
I don't want much; The good Lord's earth beneath my feet
A gentle touch; From that one girl, and life is
Sweet and good; Ain't no doubt
I'm talkin' about

Kentucky woman
If she get to know you
She goin' to own you
Kentucky woman

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
"I am," I said To no one there
An no one heard at all Not even the chair
"I am," I cried "I am," said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still

its always some goof with a redsox hat and his fat bitch wife at these shows. lame.

We kissed at the barrier ; and passing through
She left me, and moment by moment got
Smaller and smaller, until to my view
She was but a spot ; Money talks
But it don't sing and dance, And it don't walk
And long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be Forever in blue jeans

La la la
Pot, pot gimme some pot
Forget what you are,
You can be what you're not
High, high I wanna get high
You never give it up
If you give it a try...
La la la la
(teenage vocals)
La la la
Pot, pot gimme some pot
Forget what you are,
You can be what you're not
Do, do take a family cruise
You with your grass,
Mom and Dad with their booze
Ooo ooo
La la la la
(teenage vocals)
La la la
Pot, pot gimme some pot
Forget what you are
You can be what you're not
Tough, tough the world is so tough
And when it gets harder,
You can try stuff ,uh uh
(teenage vocals)
La la la
Pot, pot gimme some pot
Forget what you are,
You can be what you're not
Hip, hip you wanna be hip
You're no one at all
If you don't take a trip

Pot pot gimme some pot
Forget what you are,
You can be what you're not
Hip, hip you wanna be hip
You're no one at all
If you don't take a trip

Complimentary The Pot Smoker's Song Ringtone

are you saying jews are douchebags and/or queers?

KNEEL DIAMOND
Him that we've not heeded from these dread Atlantic coasts
Oh there is rage for vengeance on us from his far-off Pacific colony.

For I’ve seen him,
See how he would roll 'em, roll 'em.

They love his philanthropy.
Those art thoughts of Zeus Himself
They say, those who are
A day's ride from LA.

And due to him Staying his course:
They love that in his wish's wish they gain signs.

They say, he would, touching out at us
With streams of music as his strength.
Pray we hear Stately song.

Yet his words have harassed us sore.
For they are words of harm.
That made known its left hand
But shows not so its right.
And the same was said on Sixty Minutes;
They said that this champ is a sorry vessal
To grant Forever trustings to.
'Tis doubt: his cause is unknown
For the song of him, there, are songs of sand.

Ah, keeper of kin and like glory
Temper our soul with fire, we long!
For from that Will depends our dreams of plenty,
You would have us hear you!

Roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em.
Don't you weary of being throught Lonely?

Me oh me oh me
Never be like him in thy smallest act
Lest Thou suffer.

Then, facing earth’s recent ills
thou wilt be true
'til the sun come to boil
And the slaughter of the eternal city.

--Neil Diamond and Aeschylus

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via:
http://www.petermanson.com/Adjuncttravesty.htm

You're basically drawing a class distinction here, but since that is the third rail of American discourse, it seems to me that you're simply talking around the main point.

Neil Diamond fans (insofar as we can categorize them at all) are COMFORTABLE WITH THE WAY THINGS ARE.

Like tabloid readers, they dislike contradictions, ambiguities, subtleties, or anything "European".

Neil is all about assimilation.

Thus, he draws the ire of hipsters who see anything "vanilla" as a threat to their own supposedly "esoteric" belief systems.