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| 1. |
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Old Friends Old Friends Sat on their park bench like bookends Newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends Old Friends Winter companions the old men Lost in thier overcoats Waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust On the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old Friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear A time it was It was a time A time it was It was a time A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you |
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| 2. |
| 3:33 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:24 |
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A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent I am a rock I am an island I've built walls A fortress deep and mighty That none may penetrate I have no need for friendship Friendship causes pain It's laughter and it's loving I disdain I am a rock I am an island Don't talk of love Well I've heard the word before It's sleeping in my memory I won't disturb the slumber Of feelings that have died If I'd never loved I never would have cried I am a rock I am an island I have my books And my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor Hiding in my room Safe within my womb I touch no one and no one touches me I am a rock I am an island And the rock feels no pain And an island never cries |
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| 4. |
| 4:53 |
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Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America |
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| 5. |
| 1:34 |
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Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm It's a light and tumble journey From the East Side to the park Just a fine and fancy ramble To the zoo But you can take the crosstown bus If it's raining or it's cold And the animals will love it If you do If ya do now Something tells me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm The monkeys stand for honesty Giraffes are insincere And the elephants are kindly but they're dumb Ourang-outangs are skeptical Of changes in their cages And the zookeeper is very fond of rum Zebras are reactionaries Antelopes are missionaries Pigeons plot in secrecy And hamsters turn on frequently What a gas Ya gotta come and see At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo |
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| 2:58 |
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My daddy was the family bassman My mamma was an engineer And I was born one dark gray morn With music coming in my ears In my ears They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel My daddy was a prominent frogman My mamma's in the Naval Reserve When I was young I carried a gun But I never got the chance to serve I did not serve They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel My daddy got a big promotion My mamma got a raise in pay There's no one home, we're all alone Oh come into my room and play Yes we can play I'm not talking about your pigtails But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel |
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| 3:58 |
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I hear the drizzle of the rain like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain drenched streets to England where my heart lies My minds distracted and diffused my thoughts are many miles away they lie with you and you're asleep kiss you when you start your day and the song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time writing songs I can't believe with words that tear and strain to rhyme and so you see I have come to doubt all that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs the only truth I know is you and as I watch the drops of rain weave thier weary paths and I I know that I am like the rain there but for the grace of you go I |
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| 8. |
| 2:14 |
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| 9. |
| 0:45 |
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| 10. |
| 1:42 |
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| 11. |
| 3:00 |
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(*) Bye Bye Love Bye Bye Happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye Bye Love Bye Bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye my love goodbye Bye my love goodbye There goes my baby With someone new She sure looks happy I sure am blue She was my baby till he stepped in Goodbye to romance That might have been (* Repeat) I'm through with romance I'm through with love I'm through with Counting that stars above And here's the reason That I'm so free My loving baby is through with me |
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| 12. |
| 3:50 |
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown Without no seams nor needless work Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Then she'll be a true love of mine Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to find me an acre of land On the side of a hill a sprinking of leaves parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme Washes the grave with silvery tears Between the salt water and the sea strands A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Then she'll be a true love of mine Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme Generals order their soldier to kill And gather it all in a bunch of heather And to fight for a cause Then she'll be a true love of mine they've long ago forgotten Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine |
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| 13. |
| 5:41 |
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I'm sitting in the railway station Got a ticket to my destination On a tour of one night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one man band Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Every day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me the movies and the factories And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be Homeward bound and I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Tonight I'll sing my songs again I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me |
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| 14. |
| 5:02 |
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Hello darkness my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping left it's seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more People talking without speaking people hearing without listening people writing songs that voices never share And no one dare disturb the sound of silence Fools said I You do not know silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made And the sign flashed out it's warning in the words that it was forming And the sign said The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls And whispered in the sounds of silence |
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| 4:32 |
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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) |
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| 5:00 |
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| 17. |
| 3:34 |
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I'd rather be
a sparrow than a snail Yes I would if I could I surely would I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would if I only could I surely would Away I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world its saddest sound Its saddest sound I'd rather be a forest than a street Yes I would if I could I surely would I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet Yes I would if I only could I surely would |
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| 4:04 |
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| 19. |
| 4:40 |
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Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused
Yes and I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's alright, it's alright, for we live so well, so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying But we come on a ship they called Mayflower We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come in the ages' most uncertain hours and sing an American tune And it's alright, oh it's alright, it's alright, you can be forever blessed Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest That's all I'm trying, to get some rest |
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| 4:36 |
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In my little town
I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all And he used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall my little town Coming home after school Riding my bike past the gates of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze And after it rains there's a rainbow And all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there It's just imagination they lack Everything's the same back in my little town In my little town I never meant nothing I was just my father's son Saving my money Dreamin of glory Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town |
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| 6:12 |
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When you're weary feelin small
when tears are in your eyes I'll dry them all I'm on your side oh when times get rough And friend just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. When you're down and out when you're on the street when evening fall so hard I will comfort you I'm take your part oh when darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. Sail on silver girl sail on by your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine oh if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over triubled water I'll aeseyour mind. |
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| 22. |
| 4:25 |
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| 23. |
| 5:07 |
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I am just a poor boy
Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises all lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest Mm mm When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station Running scared laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Ooo la la Lie la lie Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame I am leaving I am leaving But the fighter still remains Lie la lie |
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| 3:23 |
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I was twenty one years
when I wrote this song twenty two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl I held her close but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand I threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripple run away And they never made a sound And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Hello hello hello hello Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye That's all there is And the leaves that are green turn to brown |
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| 25. |
| 3:14 |
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I am a citizen of the planet
I was born here Im going to die here Come what may I am entitled by my birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams At the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day Who am I to believe That the future we perceive Lies in danger and the dangers increase Who are we to demand That the leaders of the land Hear the voices of reason and peace We are the citizens of the planet We were born here Were going to die here Come what may We are entitled by our birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day Who am I to deny What my eyes can clearly see And raise a child with a flame in his heart Who are we to believe That these dreams are just nave When weve all disagreed from the start We are the citizens of the planet We were born here Were gong to die here Come what may We are entitled by our birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day |
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