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| 1. |
| 3:05 | 
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Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its 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 dared 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 its 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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence |
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| 2. |
| 2:29 |
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I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand And every 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 Everyday's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me The movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see Reminds me that I long to be 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 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 emptyness 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 Silently for me |
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| 3. |
| 2:49 |
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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 shroud of snow 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. |
| 2:37 |
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It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference, Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In The Dangling Conversation And the superficial sighs, The borders of our lives. And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I my Robert Frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost. Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm, Couplets out of rhyme, In syncopated time And The Dangling Conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives. Yes we speak of things that matter, With words that must be said, "Can analysis be worthwhile?" "Is the theater really dead?" And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand, You're a stranger now unto me Lost in The Dangling Conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives. |
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| 5. |
| 3:10 |
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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 Parsley sage rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needless work Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley sage rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley sage rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine 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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| 6. |
| 1:53 |
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Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy. Hello lamppost, What cha knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing. Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' doo-doo, Feelin' groovy. Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep. I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. Let the morning time drop all its petals on me. Life, I love you, All is groovy. |
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| 7. |
| 2:17 |
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Time,
Time, Time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's Bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned. Carry your cup in your hand. And look around. Leaves are brown. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an easy thing to say, But if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend that you can build them again. Look around, The grass is high, The fields are ripe, It's the springtime of my life. Seasons change with the scenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me At any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips Looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme. Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. |
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| 8. |
| 2:22 |
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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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| 9. |
| 3:11 |
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When she goes, she's gone.
If she stays, she stays here. The girl does what she wants to do. She knows what she wants to do. And I know I'm fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. I'm such a dubious soul, And a walk in the garden Wears me down. Tangled in the fallen vines, Pickin' up the punch lines, I've just been fakin' it, Not really makin' it. Is there any danger? No, no, not really. Just lean on me. Takin' time to treat Your friendly neighbors honestly. I've just been fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it. Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor. ("Good morning, Mr. Leitch. Have you had a busy day?") I own the tailor's face and hands I am the tailor's face and hands and I know I'm fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it. |
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| 10. |
| 4:02 |
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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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| 11. |
| 3:56 |
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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 Narrowly brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear A time it was It was a time It was It was 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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| 12. |
| 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 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 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 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 ▶ 번 역 나는 무척 불쌍한 소년이야 비록 내 얘기가 그리 알려지진 않았지만... 기력도 모두 낭비해버렸다구 겨우 한줌이나 될만한 의미없는 말만 믿고서 말이야 공허한 약속들, 거짓말 그리고 시시껄렁하게 지껄인 농담들을 믿고서... 그런데도 여전히 나같은 인간들은 달콤한 이야기에만 귀를 기울이고 나머지들은 무시해버리지 내가 고향과 가족을 등지고 길을 나섰을 때는 단지 철부지 소년에 불과했어 낯선 사람들과 함께 기차역의 적막함 속에서 나는 겁에 질려있었지 풀이 죽은 모습으로 나는 빈민가를 찾아나섰어 넝마 따위나 걸치고 있을 그런 사람들이 가고 또 그들만이 알고 있는 그런 장소를 물색하면서 말야 겨우 노동자의 임금만을 요구하며 나는 직업을 구하지만 오라는 곳은 아무데도 없다구 "그저 7번가의 창녀들이나, ""이리 오렴"" 하고 나를 반길 뿐이야" 고백하건대 내가 무척 외로웠을 때에는 그곳에서 안락함을 찾기도 했었다구 겨울 옷가지들을 챙겨넣으며 이곳을 떠나버렸으면... 하고 바래보지 뉴욕의 차가운 겨울이 내게 상처를 주지 않는 고향으로 말이야 누가 날좀 고향으로 데려다주었으면! 링의 한 복판에는 싸우는 것을 직업으로 하는 권투선수가 서있어 그 사람은 상처를 얼굴에 가지고 다니는데 바로 자신을 때려눕히고 패주었던 글러브가 남긴 상처라구, 아파 비명을 지를 때까지말이야. 분하고 창피해서 "그는, ""이젠 이 생활을 청산할 거라구. 이젠 정말 그만 둘거야."" 라고 외쳐보지만" 여전히 링에 남아 권투를 계속하고 있네 |
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| 13. |
| 4:53 |
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When you're weary
Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side When times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down When you're down and out When you're on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you I'll take your part When darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will 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 If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind |
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| 14. |
| 2:55 |
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Cecilia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Come on home Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia Up in my bedroom (making love) I got up to wash my face When I come back to bed Someone's taken my place Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Come on home Jubilation, she loves me again, I fall on the floor and I'm laughing, Jubilation, she loves me again, I fall on the floor and I'm laughing |
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| 3:58 |
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Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your part'll go fine. Fly down to Mexico. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New York. I get the news I need on the weather report. I can gather all the news I need on the weather report. Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile. Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where, And we don't know here. Tom, get your plane right on time. I know you've been eager to fly now. Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York, The only living boy in New York. |
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| 1:49 |
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this is my song for the asking
ask me and i will play so sweetly i´ll make you smile this is my dream for the taking take it, don´t turn away all the love that i feel inside thinking it over i´d be sad, thinking it over i´m more than glad to change my ways for the asking ask me and i will play i´ve been waiting here all my life. |
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| 3:06 |
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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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| 18. |
| 2:22 |
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what a dream I had
Pressed in Organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smocky burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets down Past the shop displays I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alleyways As I walked on And when you ran to me Your cheeks fleshed with the night We walked on frosted fields Of juniper and lamplight I held your hand And when I awoke And felt you warm and near I kissed your honey hair With my grateful tears Oh,I live you girl Oh,I love you |
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| 19. |
| 3:35 |
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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 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 Laughing on the bus Playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said Be careful His bowtie is really a camera Toss me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenery she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field Kathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike I've gone to look for America I've gone to look for America I've gone to look for America |
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| 3:52 |
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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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