Simon & Garfunkel - The Essential Simon & Garfunkel [compilation] (2003) by Simon & Garfunkel (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
as she lies here beside me
asleep with the night
and her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

she is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy
and I watch as her breasts, gently rise, gently fall
for I know with the first line of dawn I'll be leaving
and tonight will be all I have left to recall

oh what have I done, why have I done it?
I've committed a crime, I've broken the law
for 25 dollars and pieces of silver
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store

my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
a scene badly written in which I must play
yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me
the morning is just a few hours away

(*)
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

(* Repeat twice)


내 사랑아, 잘가요

(*)
내 사랑아 잘 가
행복아 너도 잘 가
외로움아 반갑구나
울음이 나올 것만 같아
사랑이여 잘 가
달콤한 손길과도 헤어져야 하는구나
죽고 싶은 생각이 들어
내 사랑이여 안녕
내 사랑이여 안녕

내 애인이 낯선 사람과
함께 가고 있어
확실히 그녀는 행복해 보여
나는 이렇게 우울한데
그 사람이 우리사이에 끼어들기 전까지는
그녀는 나의 연인이었는데
연애가 아니었을지도 모르지만
연애여 안녕

(* 반복)

나는 연애로 부터 해방되었어
사랑도 끝장이 나버렸어
하늘의 별을 세어 보는 일도
이제는 끝이야
내가 자유로와진 이유는
여기에 있지
그것은 내 사랑하는 연인과
헤어졌다는 것이야

(* 두번 반복)

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street I head a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Caanan On Bleecker Street Bleecker Street

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

He was a most peculiar man
That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know
She lived upstairs from him
She said he was a most peculiar man

He was a most peculiar man
He lived all alone within a house
Within a room, within himself
A most peculiar man

He had no friends, he seldom spoke
And no one in turn ever spoke to him
'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care
And he wasn't like them
Oh no! He was a most peculiar man

He died last Saturday
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
With the windows closed so he'd never wake up
To his silent world and his tiny room
And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soon
And all the people said,
"What a shame that he's dead
But wasn't he a most peculiar man?"

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got

But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"

But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

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 mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you
when you're asleep
kiss you when you start your day
as a 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 their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I

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
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Without no seams nor needlework
Blankets and bedclothes
a child of the mountains
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 sprinkling of leaves
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
Washed is the ground with so many tears
Between the salt water and the sea strand
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
And to fight for a cause
they've long ago forgotten
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

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.

Ev'ry 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,
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.
Silently for me.

Who will love a little sparrow
Who's traveled far and
cries for rest Not I
said the Oak Tree I won't share
my branches with no sparrow's nest
And my blanket of leaves
won't warm her cold breast
Who will love a little sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word
Not I said the Swan
The entire idea is utterly absurd
I'd be laughed at and scorned
if the other swans heard

Who will take pity in his heart
And who will feed a starving sparrow
Not I said the Golden Wheat
I would if I could but I cannot
I know I need all my grain to
prosper and grow Who will
love a little sparrow
Will no one write her eulogy
I will said the Earth
For all I've created returns
unto me From dust were ye made
and dust ye shall be

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
I'm 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
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand

He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died

Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place

He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong

He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free
He died so his brothers could be free

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.

The last train is nearly due
The underground is closing soon
And in the dark deserted station
Restless in anticipation
A man waits in the shadows

His restless eyes leap and scratch
At all that they can touch or catch
And hidden deep within his pocket
Safe within its silent socket
He holds a colored crayon

Now from the tunnel's stony womb
The carriage rides to meet the groom
And open wide and welcome doors
But he hesitates, and then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand

Now from his pocket quick he flashes
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single worded poem consisting
Of four letters

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night

Blessed are the meek
for they shall in herit
Blessed is the lamb
whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon
spat upon ratted on
O Lord
why have you forsaken me
I got no place to go
I've walked around
So ho for the last night or so
Ah but it doesn't matter no

Blessed is the land
and the kingdom
Blessed is the man
whose soul belongs to
Blessed are the meth drinkers
pot sellers illusion dwellers
O Lord
why have you forsaken me
My words trickle down
from a wound
That I have no intention to heal

Blessed are the stained glass
window pane glass
Blessed is the church service
makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers
cheap hookers groovy lookers
O Lord
why have you forsaken me

I have tended my own
garden much too long

Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles
I'm a raga-muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy
They have no boreders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill

Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like a floating question why
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy
Cloudy

Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues run the game

Send out for whiskey, baby,
Send out for gin
Me and room service, honey
Me and room service, babe
Me and room service, whoa
We're livin' a life of sin

When I ain't drinkin', baby
You are on my mind
When I ain't sleepin', honey
When I ain't sleepin', momma
When I ain't sleepin', well
You know you'll find me crying

Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues run the game

Livin' is a gamble, baby
Lovin's much the same
Wherever I have played
Wherever I throw those dice
Wherever I have played
The blues run the game

Maybe when I'm older, baby
Someplace down the line
I'll wake up older
So much older, momma
Wake up older
And I'll just stop all my tryin'

Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues are all the same

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.

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

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

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

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.

Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A 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 their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears

Time it was and what 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

Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies
Relaxin' a while, livin' in style
Talkin' to a raisin who 'casionally plays L.A.
Casually glancing at his toupee

Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster
I'd ease myself down
Comin' up brown
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam
I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan

Ah, South California

If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
"To Maryjane-
Best wishes, Martin"
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door)
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for

Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over, over, over

No good times, no bad times
There's no times at all
Just The New York Times
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers

We might as well be apart
It hardly matters
We sleep separately
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all
And we laughed them all
In a very short time

Time
Is tapping on my forehead
Hanging from my mirror
Rattling the teacups
And I wonder
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit
Like Saccharin

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue

But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you
I stop
I stop and think it over

A church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free
Three hooded men thru the
back roads did creep
Torches in their hands
while the village lies asleep
Down to the church
where just hours before
Voices were singing
and hands were beating and saying
I won't be a slave any more
and a church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free
Three hooded men
their hands lit the spark
Then they faded in the night
and they vanished in the dark
And in the cool
light of morning
there's nothing that remains
But the ashes of a
Bible and a can kerosene
and a church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free
church is more than
just timber and stone
And freedom is a dark road
when you're walking it alone
But the future is now
and it's time to take a stand
So the lost bells of freedom
can ring out in my land
and a church is burning
the flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying
a glow in the sky
Like hands that are praying
the fire is saying
You can burn down my churches
but I shall be free

"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
우리가 피츠버그에서 그레이하운드 버스에 올랐을 때 난 말했다.
"캐시, 미시건은 지금 내게 꿈만 같아."
내가 새그노어에서 히치하이크 하는 데 4일이나 걸렸다.
난 미국을 찾아서 떠난 것이었다.

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"
버스에서 웃고 다른 이들과 게임을 즐기면서 보냈다.
그녀가 개버딘 옷을 입은 남자는 간첩일 거라고 말했다.
나는 "조심해, 그의 나비 넥타이는 실제로는 사진기일거야."라고 말했다.

"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
"내게 담배 하나 던져줘, 내 레인코트에 하나 남아있을 거야."
"우린 한 시간 전에 마지막 담배를 피웠어."
그래서 난 풍경을 바라보았고, 그녀는 잡지를 읽었다.
그리고 달은 너른 들판 위로 떠올랐다.

"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
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
"캐시, 난 길을 잃은 것 같아." 그녀가 잠든 걸 알았지만 난 중얼거렸다.
난 공허하고 아픈데 왜 그런지 모르겠다.
뉴저지의 고속도로 요금 징수소에 있는 차들을 세어보았다.
그들은 모두 미국을 찾기 위해 떠난 것이었다.
모두 미국을 찾기 위해 떠난 것이었다.
...

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail.
나는 달팽이가 되기보다는 차라리 참새가 될래요
Yes I would.If I could,
그래 그럴거야 만약 가능하다면,
I surely would. Hm hm..
꼭 그럴거야 흠 흠..
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.
나는 못이 되기보다는 차라리 망치가 되고 싶다
Yes I would.
꼭 그럴거야
If I only could,
만약 가능하다면,
I surely would.
꼭 그럴거야
Away, I'd rather sail away
멀리 나는 멀리 떠나고 싶다
Like a swan that's here and gone
백조처럼 여기에 있다 가버린...
A man gets tied up to the ground
사람은 땅에 얽매여
He gives the world
세상에서
Its saddest sound,
가장 슬픈 소리를 낸다네
Its saddest sound.
가장 슬픈 소리를 낸다네

I'd rather be a forest than a street.
나는 길이 되기 보다는 차라리 숲이 되고 싶다.
Yes I would.
응 그럴거야.
If I could,
만약 가능하다면,
I surely would.
꼭 그럴거야.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
나의 발의 바로 밑에 있는 땅을 느끼고 싶다,
Yes I would.
응 그럴거야.
If I only could,
만약 가능하다면,
I surely would.
꼭 그럴거야.

Away, I'd rather sail away
멀리 나는 멀리 떠나고 싶다
Like a swan that's here and gone
백조처럼 여기에 있다 가버린...
A man gets tied up to the ground
사람은 땅에 얽매여
He gives the world
세상에서
Its saddest sound,
가장 슬픈 소리를 낸다네
Its saddest sound.
가장 슬픈 소리를 낸다네

Hm hm..
흠 흠...

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

Gee but its great to be back home
Home is where I want to be
I've been on the road so long my friend
that if you came along I know you couldn't disagree
its the same old story
Everywhere I go I get slandered
Libeled, I hear words I never heard in the bible
and I'm one step ahead of the shoeshine
Two steps away from the county line
Just trying to keep my customers satisfied
satisfied

Deputy sheriff said to me
tell me what you came here for boy
You better get your bags and flee
You're in trouble boy
And now you're heading into more
Its the same old story
Everywhere I go
I get slandered
Libeled
I hear words I never heard in the bible
and I'm one step ahead of the shoe shine

So long, Frank Lloyd Wright
I can't believe your song is gone so soon
I barely learned the tune
So soon
So soon

I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright
All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn
I never laughed so long
So long
So long

Architects may come and
Architects may go and
Never change your point of view
When I run dry
I stop a while and think of you

Architects may come and
Architects may go and
Never change your point of view

So long, Frank Lloyd Wright
All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn
I never laughed so long
So long
So long

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

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

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.

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.

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

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