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from Art Garfunkel - Songs From A Parent To A Child (2003)
You are so wonderful
Being near you is all That I'm living for You've shown me more kindness In little ways Then I've ever known In all my days Tell me we'll stay together Let me love your forever 'Cause you're a wonderful one You're a wonderful one In you, there is a rare quality Your love baby It means the world to me For me, you're always concerned And you ask nothing in return You're really more than I deserve From my heart I mean these words You're a wonderful one You're a wonderful one You're really more than I deserve From my heart I mean these words You're a wonderful one You're a wonderful one Sometimes I'm up Oh, sometimes I'm down But your love You're always around Words of confidence You speak to me Baby, then you place a tender kiss on my cheek It makes my burden A little bit lighter It makes my life A little bit brighter 'Cause you're a wonderful one You're a wonderful one |
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from Art Garfunkel - Everything Waits To Be Noticed (2004)
Young and free, young and free
How I feel in your company If only yesterday I'd hesitate to say What would become of me Young and free, young and free Know too much, know too much Keeps you old and gray And out of touch My words, too quick to sound The arms are slow to fold around A knowing touch Young and free, young and free The clock alarms, the day begins The lady charms, the money spends She's trying on, the satin shoes She wants to fly to Baton Rouge Ah, the clock alarms, the day begins The lady charms, the money spends She wants to buy, the satin shoes She wants to fly to Baton Rouge Autumn day, autumn day Leaves like birds Up and flown away Here's to days I used to wake up dead Alone, stay in bed The curtains drawn all day Young and free, young and free Young and free, young and free. |
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from Art Garfunkel - Some Enchanted Evening (2007)
You stepped out of a dream
You are too wonderful to be what you seem! Could there be eyes like yours, could there be lips like yours Could there be smiles like yours, honest and truly? You stepped out of a cloud I want to take you away, away from the crowd And have you all to myself, alone and apart out of a dream, safe in my heart You stepped out of a dream You are too wonderful to be what you seem! Could there be eyes like yours, could there be lips like yours Could there be smiles like yours, honest and truly? You stepped out of a cloud I want to take you away, away from the crowd And have you all to myself, alone and apart out of a dream, safe in my heart |
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from Art Garfunkel - Some Enchanted Evening (2007)
You stepped out of a dream
You are too wonderful to be what you seem! Could there be eyes like yours, could there be lips like yours Could there be smiles like yours, honest and truly? You stepped out of a cloud I want to take you away, away from the crowd And have you all to myself, alone and apart out of a dream, safe in my heart You stepped out of a dream You are too wonderful to be what you seem! Could there be eyes like yours, could there be lips like yours Could there be smiles like yours, honest and truly? You stepped out of a cloud I want to take you away, away from the crowd And have you all to myself, alone and apart out of a dream, safe in my heart |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
You don't know that you love me You don't know but I know that you do You may think that you're above me, yeah What you think isn't always true Don't try to debate me, You should know that I'm womanly wise Still you try to manipulate me You don't know where your interest lies No, you don't know where your interest lies You don't begin to comprehend You're just a game I like to play You may think that we're friends all right But I won't let friendship get in my way, No, I won't let friendship get in my way, Indications indicate running the same riff will turn you around Obviously you're going to blow it, But you don't know it You don't know that you love me You don't know but I know that you do You may think that you're above me, yeah What you think isn't always true Don't try to debate me, You should know that I'm womanly wise Still you try to manipulate me You don't know where your interest lies No, you don't know where your interest |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
Well you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that Tell'em what the master has done Tell'em that the gospel has come Tell'em that the victory's been won He brought joy,joy,joy,joy,joy,joy, Into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the flames that burn in hell Yes he did, yes he did Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the children of Israel Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy joy, joy into my heart Well I don't know but I've been told Yes he did, yes he did Streets of heaven are paved with gold Yes he did, yes he did Now the Jordan River is chilly and wide Yes he did, yes he did I got a home on the other side Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart - |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. (Exciting New Sounds In The Folk Tradition) (1989)
Well you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that Tell'em what the master has done Tell'em that the gospel has come Tell'em that the victory's been won He brought joy,joy,joy,joy,joy,joy, Into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the flames that burn in hell Yes he did, yes he did Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the children of Israel Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy joy, joy into my heart Well I don't know but I've been told Yes he did, yes he did Streets of heaven are paved with gold Yes he did, yes he did Now the Jordan River is chilly and wide Yes he did, yes he did I got a home on the other side Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart - |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the flames burning in hell Yes, he did, yes, he did Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the child of Israel Yes, he did, yes, he did He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, my Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the man from Galilee Yes, he did, yes, he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the man from Galilee Yes, he did, yes, he did He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, I don't know but I've been told Yes, he did, yes, he did Streets of heaven are painted with gold Yes, he did, yes, he did Now the Jordan river is chilly and wide Yes, he did, yes, he did I got home on the other side Yes, he did, yes, he did He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart |
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from Art Garfunkel - Angel Clare (1999)
We are going, heaven knows where we are going,
We'll know we're there. We will get there, heaven knows how we will get there, We know we will. It will be hard we know And the road will be muddy and rough, But we'll get there, heaven knows how we will get there, We know we will. We are going, heaven knows where we are going, We'll know we're there. |
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from Art Garfunkel - Watermark (1996)
Wooden Planes,
Propeller's spinning in the West Texas wind, We ran behind You know we laughed, we thought our little flight would never end You were my brother and I, I knew you were my friend I wish we were chasing after wooden airplanes....once again The road's been long You know I've done some good, and yes, I guess I've done some bad, I've sung my song You know sometimes I swear I think I've gone completely mad. If the story of my life ever makes you sad Remember when we were a chasing after wooden airplanes Yes, I believe that was the finest time |
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from Art Garfunkel - Everything Waits To Be Noticed (2004)
A wishbone was broken
I'm left holding the smaller part With words left unspoken They rattle round in my empty heart Help me start to lay this burden down On the solid ground How many people hold the ones they love Just like there's no tomorrow How many people know the turning hands of time Are stranger than us all Time's always walkin' I check my watch you'd be forty-five It seems like God just ain't talkin' I wish to God you were still alone Every night I wonder where you are Holding half my heart How many people hold the ones they love Just like there's no tomorrow How many people know the turning hands of time Are stranger than us all All the days are gone the nights go on Help me hear the words, "walk on" How many people hold the ones they love Just like there's no tomorrow How many people know the turning hands of time Are stranger than us all I wish I would have told you that The air you breathe was everything; |
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from Art Garfunkel - Up 'Til Now (1993)
Baby, I see this world has made you sad,
Some people can be bad The things they do, the things they say. But, baby, I'll wipe away those bitter tears. I'll chase away those restless fears That turn your blue skies into gray. Why worry? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? Why worry, now? Baby, when I get down I turn to you, And you make sense of what I do And, no, it isn't hard to say. But, baby, just when this world Seems mean and cold Our love comes shining red and gold And all the rest is by the way. Why worry? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? Why worry, now? Why worry? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? Why worry, now? (Why worry? Why worry, now?) (Repeat and Fade) |
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from Art Garfunkel - Symply The Best [live] (2000)
Baby, I see this world has made you sad,
Some people can be bad The things they do, the things they say. But, baby, I'll wipe away those bitter tears. I'll chase away those restless fears That turn your blue skies into gray. Why worry? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? Why worry, now? Baby, when I get down I turn to you, And you make sense of what I do And, no, it isn't hard to say. But, baby, just when this world Seems mean and cold Our love comes shining red and gold And all the rest is by the way. Why worry? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? Why worry, now? Why worry? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? There should be laughter after pain, There should be sunshine after rain, These things have always been the same, So why worry, now? Why worry, now? (Why worry? Why worry, now?) (Repeat and Fade) |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troulbed Water (1970)
Why don't you write me
I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you Send me a card I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write? Something is wrong And I know I got to be there Maybe I'm lost But I can't make the cost Of the airfare Tell me why, why, why Tell me why, why, why Why don't you write me A letter would brighten My loneliest evening Mail it today If it's only to say That you're leaving me Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come Tuesday, never got a word Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign Drank half a bottle of iodine Friday, woe is me Gonna hang my body from the highest tree Why don't you write me? |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
Why don't you write me
I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you Send me a card I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write? Something is wrong And I know I got to be there Maybe I'm lost But I can't make the cost Of the airfare Tell me why, why, why Tell me why, why, why Why don't you write me A letter would brighten My loneliest evening Mail it today If it's only to say That you're leaving me Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come Tuesday, never got a word Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign Drank half a bottle of iodine Friday, woe is me Gonna hang my body from the highest tree Why don't you write me? |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water [40th Anniversary Edition] (2011)
Why don't you write me
I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you Send me a card I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write? Something is wrong And I know I got to be there Maybe I'm lost But I can't make the cost Of the airfare Tell me why, why, why Tell me why, why, why Why don't you write me A letter would brighten My loneliest evening Mail it today If it's only to say That you're leaving me Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come Tuesday, never got a word Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign Drank half a bottle of iodine Friday, woe is me Gonna hang my body from the highest tree Why don't you write me? |
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from Art Garfunkel - Songs From A Parent To A Child (2003)
Mm mm mm m mm mm m
Mm mm mm m Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet Who's gonna glove your little hand Who's gonna kiss your ruby red lips Who-oo-oo-a Papa's gonna shoe your pretty little feet Mama's gonna glove your little hand And I'm gonna kiss your ruby red lips Mm mm mm m Mm mm mm m mm mm m Mm mm mm m |
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from Art Garfunkel - Songs From A Parent To A Child (2003)
Mm mm mm m mm mm m
Mm mm mm m Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet Who's gonna glove your little hand Who's gonna kiss your ruby red lips Who-oo-oo-a Papa's gonna shoe your pretty little feet Mama's gonna glove your little hand And I'm gonna kiss your ruby red lips Mm mm mm m Mm mm mm m mm mm m Mm mm mm m |
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from Art Garfunkel - Fate For Breakfast (2003)
She doesn't want me, she doesn't care,
I've tried so hard to let her know, but she doesn't see me there. What else can I do When Someone Doesn't Want You? The picture's painted, I've been denied, The artist couldn't fit me in, there wasn't room for me inside. What else can I do When Someone Doesn't Want You? When the day is over, the stars are in the sky, I'll be going, I know that this is good-bye. No tears will ever take her place, They'll disappear, but will the memory linger on After the pain is gone? On a river, in my boat, I'll save this sinking heart of mine, Somehow I will stay afloat. What else can I do When Someone Doesn't Want You? When Someone Doesn't Want You, When Someone Doesn't Want You, (When that someoneWhen she doesn't want you.) When Someone Doesn't Want You, (When that someoneWhen she doesn't want you.) When Someone Doesn't Want You. (Repeat and Fade) |
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from Art Garfunkel - Symply The Best [live] (2000)
When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else He'd trade the world For a good thing he's found If she is bad, he can't see it She can do no wrong Turn his back on his best friend If he puts her down When a man loves a woman Spend his very last dime Trying to hold on to what he needs He'd give up all his comforts And sleep out in the rain If she said that's the way It ought to be When a man loves a woman I give you everything I've got (yeah) Trying to hold on To your precious love Baby please don't treat me bad When a man loves a woman Deep down in his soul She can bring him such misery If she is playing him for a fool He's the last one to know Loving eyes can never see Yes when a man loves a woman I now exactly how he feels 'Cause baby, baby, baby I am a man When a man loves a woman |
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from Art Garfunkel - Everything Waits To Be Noticed (2004)
I love the rain
Love the way it falls on everything Its way of turning brown to green And gray to blue That's what I love about rain That's what I love about you I love the sun Love the way it shines on everyone The way it makes the morning come And colours true That's what I love about the sun That's what I love about you I don't know why mountains crumble Or what could hold the stars apart And I may never know but still I wonder Why you let me in your heart I love the rain Love the rain it washes something clean And pushes rivers to the sea To fall anew That's what I love about the rain That's what I love about you I don't know why mountains crumble Or what could hold the stars apart And I may never know but still I wonder Why you let me in your heart I love the rain Love the way it washes something clean And pushes rivers to the sea To fall anew That's what I love about the rain That's what I love about you That's what I love about the rain That's what I love about you. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
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 |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
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 |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. (Exciting New Sounds In The Folk Tradition) (1989)
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 |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
Bad news, bad news!
I heard you're packing to leave! I come arunning right over; I just couldn't believe it, I just couldn't believe it. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. I never done you no wrong, I never hit you when you're down, I always gave you good loving, I never ran around, I never ran around. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. There's something you ought to know If you're fixing to go, I can't make it without you; No no no no, no, no, no, no, No no no no, no, no, no. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. |
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from Art Garfunkel - The Art Garfunkel Alb (1992)
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines Like a song half heard through a closed door Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore How innocent her visage as my child lover lies Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes Like an antique etching glass design That somehow turned out wrong I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song |
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from Art Garfunkel - Watermark (1996)
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines Like a song half heard through a closed door Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore How innocent her visage as my child lover lies Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes Like an antique etching glass design That somehow turned out wrong I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song |
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from Art Garfunkel - Symply The Best [live] (2000)
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines Like a song half heard through a closed door Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore How innocent her visage as my child lover lies Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes Like an antique etching glass design That somehow turned out wrong I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
Wake up, little Susie, wake up We've both been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep The movie's over, it's four o'clock, and we're in trouble deep Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, well Whatta we gonna tell your mama Whatta we gonna tell your pa Whatta we gonna tell our friends when they say 창??ooh-la-la창?? Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, well I told your mama that you'd be in by ten Well Susie baby looks like we goofed again Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, we gotta go home Wake up, little Susie, wake up Wake up, little Susie, wake up The movie wasn't so hot, it didn't have much of a plot We fell asleep, our goose is cooked, our reputation is shot Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, well Whatta we gonna tell your mama Whatta we gonna tell your pa Whatta we gonna tell our friends when they say 창??ooh-la-la창?? Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
Wake up, little Susie, wake up We both fell sound asleep Wake up, little Susie, and weep The movie's over, it's four o'clock and we're in trouble deep Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Well, what are we gonna tell your Mama? What are we gonna tell your Pop? What are we gonna tell our friends when they say "Ooh la la"? Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Well, I told your Mama that you'd be in by ten Well, Susie baby, looks like we goofed again Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie We gotta go home Wake up, little Susie, wake up Wake up, little Susie, wake up The movie wasn't so hot It didn't have much of a plot We fell asleep, our goose is cooked our reputation is shot Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Well, what are we gonna tell your Mama? What are we gonna tell your Pop? What are we gonna tell our friends when they say "Ooh la la"? Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Panpipes Play (2000)
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
Wake up, little Susie, wake up We've both been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep The movie's over, it's four o'clock, and we're in trouble deep Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, well Whatta we gonna tell your mama Whatta we gonna tell your pa Whatta we gonna tell our friends when they say 창??ooh-la-la창?? Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, well I told your mama that you'd be in by ten Well Susie baby looks like we goofed again Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, we gotta go home Wake up, little Susie, wake up Wake up, little Susie, wake up The movie wasn't so hot, it didn't have much of a plot We fell asleep, our goose is cooked, our reputation is shot Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie, well Whatta we gonna tell your mama Whatta we gonna tell your pa Whatta we gonna tell our friends when they say 창??ooh-la-la창?? Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie Wake up little Susie |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Man 1: I got little in this world. I give honesty without regret. One hundred dollars for that picture. I remember taking a picture with... Woman 1: Ooh! Let me show you. Let me show you our picture. This was me and my husband when we were first married. Woman 2: I always slept on one side, left room for my husband. Woman 1: And that's me when we were sixteen. Woman 2: But this, this, this, this is not the case. I still do it. I still lay on the half of the bed. (pause) We used to sneak in... Man 2: Still haven't seen the doctor I was seein'; there's been blood for the last, eh, forty-eight hours, and I can't get up the mucus for the last, eh, two, three months... oh yes, and I maintain, I maintain strongly, to this minute, I don't think it's an ordinary cold. Woman 3: God forgive me, but an old person without money is pathetic. Woman 4: Children, and mothers, that's the way we have it. A mother-- they are [mumbling I can't make out]. Woman 5: 'Cause mothers do too much. Woman 4: That is mother's life, to live for your child. (pause) Yes, my dear. Man 3: I couldn't get younger. I have to be an old man. That's all. Well... Woman 6: Are you happy here, honey? Are you happy living with us? Man 3: So anytime I walk with Lou and... that's all. Woman 6: Mr. Singer? Are you happy living with us here? Woman 7: But we don't do that, dear. Woman 6: But are you happy? Woman 7: If you mean, if, if you could say, yes, and I thought, and I was so happy, and everybody, "What is this? What is it?" Woman 8: It just is, beautiful. Like, just a room. Your own room, in your own home. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
Man 1: I got little in this world. I give honesty without regret. One hundred dollars for that picture. I remember taking a picture with... Woman 1: Ooh! Let me show you. Let me show you our picture. This was me and my husband when we were first married. Woman 2: I always slept on one side, left room for my husband. Woman 1: And that's me when we were sixteen. Woman 2: But this, this, this, this is not the case. I still do it. I still lay on the half of the bed. (pause) We used to sneak in... Man 2: Still haven't seen the doctor I was seein'; there's been blood for the last, eh, forty-eight hours, and I can't get up the mucus for the last, eh, two, three months... oh yes, and I maintain, I maintain strongly, to this minute, I don't think it's an ordinary cold. Woman 3: God forgive me, but an old person without money is pathetic. Woman 4: Children, and mothers, that's the way we have it. A mother-- they are [mumbling I can't make out]. Woman 5: 'Cause mothers do too much. Woman 4: That is mother's life, to live for your child. (pause) Yes, my dear. Man 3: I couldn't get younger. I have to be an old man. That's all. Well... Woman 6: Are you happy here, honey? Are you happy living with us? Man 3: So anytime I walk with Lou and... that's all. Woman 6: Mr. Singer? Are you happy living with us here? Woman 7: But we don't do that, dear. Woman 6: But are you happy? Woman 7: If you mean, if, if you could say, yes, and I thought, and I was so happy, and everybody, "What is this? What is it?" Woman 8: It just is, beautiful. Like, just a room. Your own room, in your own home. |
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from Art Garfunkel - Scissors Cut (2003)
(Clifford T. Ward)
You've come Up In The World, And it's all to your credit. You made something of your life Like you always said you would. But what ever happened to the girl I used to know and all those halcyon days of love? You've come Up In The World, And it's such a shame. You made success of a dream, But it seems so empty now With your weak excuses and your Condescending ways and Your all-too-frequent nights alone |
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from A League Of Their Own (그들만의 리그) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1992)
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning look how late it gets, Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light, And too much in love to say good night. here we are, in this cozy chair, Picking on a wishbone from the Frigidaire, Two sleepy people, with nothing to say, And to much in love to break away. Do you the remember the nights we used to linger in the hall? your father didn't like me at all, Do you remember the reason why we married in the Fall? To rent this little nest, and get a bit of rest! here we are, just about the same, foggy little felloa, drowsy little dame, Two sleepy people, with nothing to say, And to much in love to break away Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light, And to much in love to say good night. Two sleepy people, with nothing to say, And to much in love to break away Do you the remember the nights we used to linger in the hall? your father didn't like me at all, Do you remember the reason why we married in the Fall? To rent this little nest, and get a bit of rest! here we are, just about the same, foggy little felloa, drowsy little dame, Two sleepy people, with nothing to say, And to much in love to break away Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light, And to much in love to say good night. |
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from Art Garfunkel - Up 'Til Now (1993)
Here we are, out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning Look how late it gets. Two Sleepy People By dawn's early light, And too much in love To say, 'Good night.' Here we are, in the cozy chair Pickin' on a wishbone From the Frigidaire, Two Sleepy People With nothing to say, And too much in love to break away. Do you remember The nights we used to linger in the hall? Your father didn't like me at all. Do you remember The reason why we married in the fall? To rent this little nest And get a bit of rest, well. Here we are Just about the same Foggy little fella, Drowsy little dame. Two Sleepy People With nothing to say And too much in love to break away. Two Sleepy People By dawn's early light, And too much in love To say, 'Good night.' Two Sleepy People With nothing to say And too much in love to break away. Do you remember The nights we used to linger in the hall? Your father didn't like me at all. Do you remember The reasons why we married in the fall? To rent this little nest And get a bit of rest, well. Here we are Just about the same Foggy little fella, Drowsy little dame. Two Sleepy People By dawn's early light, And too much in love To say, 'Good night.' |
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from Art Garfunkel - Everything Waits To Be Noticed (2004)
Two tears, my own
Fall on my collarbone Roaming in shade in the north of France Beneath where her shoulder meet And the rivers dance Two weeks, have flown Like water runs over stone Bicycle wheels through the fields of grain To fell what I have to feel Learn how to speak your name And it's turn by turn Every memory carries me on my way If I return Are you prepared to see all of me in every way Turn, don't turn away Two words, "I'm gone" Your scent on my jacket lingers on Lavender sunrise in Chateauroux I wish I could paint it black We do what we have to do And it's turn by turn Every memory carries me on my way If I return Are you prepared to see all of me in every way Turn, don't turn away With one stroke of the brush I'd be back in LA In our same day to day But we're better than this Don't the both of us know Diamond used to be coal, diamonds used to be coal And it's turn by turn The wheels on this gravel road Tell me what I need to know And it's turn by turn Every memory carries me on my way If I return Are you prepared to see all of me in every way Turn, don't turn away |
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from Art Garfunkel - Angel Clare (1999)
Wake up, my love, beneath the midday sun, alone, once more alone.
This traveling boy was only passing through, but he will always think of you. One night of love beside a strange young smile, as warm as I have known. A traveling boy and only passing through, but one who'll always think of you. Take my place out on the road again, I must do what I must do. Yes, I know we were lovers but a drifter discovers. A traveling boy and only passing through, but one who'll always think of you. Take my place out on the road again, I must do what I must do. Yes, I know we were lovers but a drifter discovers That a perfect love won't always last forever. I won't say that I'll be back again cause time alone will tell, so no goodbyes for one just passing through, but one who'll always think of you. No goodbyes. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start Swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesise with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. (Exciting New Sounds In The Folk Tradition) (1989)
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start Swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesise with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. |
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from Art Garfunkel - Songs From A Parent To A Child (2003)
Don't know much about you
Don't know who you are We've been doin' fine without But we could only go so far Don't know why you chose us Were you watching from above Is there someone there that knows us Said we'd give you all our love. Will you laugh just like your mother Will you sigh like your old man Will some things skip a generation Like I've heard they often can. Are you a poet or a dancer A devil or a clown Or a strange new combination of The things we've handed down. I wonder who you'll look like Will your hair fall down and curl Will you be a Mama's boy Or Daddy's little girl Will you be a sad reminder Of what's been lost along the way Maybe you can help me find her In the things you do and say And these things that we have given you They are not so easily found Oh, but you can thank us later for The things we've handed down The things we've handed down down,down,down,down,down You may not always be so grateful For the way that you were made Maybe some feature of your father's That you'd gladly sell or trade And one day you may look at us And say that you were cursed But over time that line has been Extremely well rehearsed. By our fathers and their fathers In some old and distant town From places no one here remebers come The things we've handed down The things we've handed down, down The things we've handed down ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COHN <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the west Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holdin' hands and waitin' for the dark And the sun is in the west Now the sun is sinking low Children playin' know it's time to go High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to Earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to Earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness, anger, pain, and fear Twisted, sightless wrecks of men Go groping on the knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. (Exciting New Sounds In The Folk Tradition) (1989)
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the west Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holdin' hands and waitin' for the dark And the sun is in the west Now the sun is sinking low Children playin' know it's time to go High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to Earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to Earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness, anger, pain, and fear Twisted, sightless wrecks of men Go groping on the knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the west Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holdin' hands and waitin' for the dark And the sun is in the west Now the sun is sinking low Children playin' know it's time to go High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to Earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to Earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness, anger, pain, and fear Twisted, sightless wrecks of men Go groping on the knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
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 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 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 whispered in the sounds of silence |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
Hello darkness, my old friend
잘 있었니, 내 오랜 친구 어둠아 I've come to talk with you again 너와 다시 얘기하려고 왔어 Because a vision softly creeping 어떤 환영이 살며시 다가와 Left its seeds while I was sleeping 내가 잠든 사이 씨를 뿌리고 갔거든 And the vision that was planted in my brain 내 머리 속에 심어진 그 환영은 still remains within the sound of silence 침묵의 소리 속에 아직도 남아있어 In restless dreams I walked alone 불안한 꿈속에서 난 홀로 걸었어 Narrow streets of cobblestone 자갈이 깔린 좁은 골목길을 말이야 Beneath the halo of a street lamp 가로등 불빛의 원광 아래서 I turned my collar to the cold and damp 추위와 습기를 막으려 옷깃을 올려 세웠지 when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night 그 때 내 눈은 밤을 가르는 네온 불빛에 찌르는 듯 했고 and touched the sound of silence 그 불빛은 침묵의 소리를 깨뜨렸어 And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more 적나라한 불빛 속에서 난 보았어 만 명 어쩌면 더 많은 사람들을 말이야 People talking without speaking 그 사람들은 대화가 아닌 말을 지껄이고 People hearing without listening 귀기울이지 않은 채 흘려 듣고 People writing songs that voices never share 목소리로는 표현할 수 없는 노래를 지어 내고 있었어 No one dare disturb the sound of silence 그리고 아무도 감히 그 침묵의 소리를 깨뜨리지 못했지 "Fools" said I, "You do not know 내가 이렇게 말했어 "바보들, silence like a cancer grows. 당신들은 암처럼 퍼져 나가는 침묵이 뭔지 모르나요 Hear my words that I might teach you. 내가 알려 줄테니 잘 들어요 Take my arms that I might reach you." 내 손을 잡아 봐요. 내가 다가갈께요." But my words like silent raindrops fell 하지만 내 말은 소리없이 내리는 비처럼 and echoed in the wells of silence 침묵의 샘 안에 떨어져 메아리 쳤어 And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made 사람들은 자신이 만들어 낸 네온 신에게 절하고 기도하지 And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming 그리고 그 네온이 만들어 낸 구에 경고의 메시지가 빛났어 And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the" 이렇게 쓰여 있었지 예언자의 말씀은 subway walls and tenement halls" 지하철 벽이나 빈민가 건물 현관에 적혀 있다" 고 말이야 And whispered in the sounds of silence 그리고 침묵의 소리로 속삭였어 |
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from Folk, Gospel & Blues: Will The Circle Be Unbroken (1999)
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 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 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 whispered in the sounds of silence |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
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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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
hello,darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping. I left the seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains with in the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobble stone, neath the halo of a street-lamp turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light 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 no one dare disturb the sound of silence "Fools!" said I "you do not know, SILENCE LIKE CANCER GROW." "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 walls of silence . and the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made. and the sign flached out it's warning. In the words that it was forming, and the signs said, "the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls" and whisper'd in the sound of silence. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
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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from The Graduate (졸업) by Simon & Garfunkel [ost] (1986)
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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from The Graduate (졸업) by Simon & Garfunkel [ost] (1986)
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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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. (Exciting New Sounds In The Folk Tradition) (1989)
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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from Art Garfunkel - Up 'Til Now (1993)
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 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 whisper'd In the sound of silence |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Panpipes Play (2000)
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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from Alright! 386 (2000)
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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from Art Garfunkel - Across America (2003)
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 whispered In the sound of silence |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Old Friends: Live On Stage [live] (2004)
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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from Bobby - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack [ost] (2006)
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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from Forever Friends `Just For You` (2009)
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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from Art Garfunkel - The Art Garfunkel Alb (1992)
It's The Same Old Tears On A New Background,
Seeing you as a fading photograph It hurts too much to laugh these days. I'm all right, yes, I'm all right, all right. It's the same old song with a new melody, But this old candle's lingering flame is almost gone, To see you again is all that keeps me hangin' on. I'm all right, yes, I'm all right, all right. Remembering, remembering the familiar heartache, No one but you It's the same old me crying the same old tears And I walk away like I always do Still in love with you. But I'm all right, yes, I'm all right, all right. All right |
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from Art Garfunkel - Breakaway (2001)
It's The Same Old Tears On A New Background,
Seeing you as a fading photograph It hurts too much to laugh these days. I'm all right, yes, I'm all right, all right. It's the same old song with a new melody, But this old candle's lingering flame is almost gone, To see you again is all that keeps me hangin' on. I'm all right, yes, I'm all right, all right. Remembering, remembering the familiar heartache, No one but you It's the same old me crying the same old tears And I walk away like I always do Still in love with you. But I'm all right, yes, I'm all right, all right. All right |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
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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from Garden State (가든 스테이트) [ost] (2004)
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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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water [40th Anniversary Edition] (2011)
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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from Art Garfunkel - Scissors Cut (2003)
(Adam Mitchell)
Well there won't be no stars Coming out in the sky Tonight when my baby walks by Oh they know that they can't hold a Candle to the look in her eye Now I know that I'm not The wisest of men I guess mines the look of a fool But somewhere inside I feel everything Looking at you Quand je vois ton visage, dans n'importe quel langage La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Je dis je t'aime, je dis je t'aime, je t'aime, Marie When the old people look out their window I know they'll be happy to see By the look in our eyes True love hasn't died in Paris Quand je vois ton visage, dans n'importe quel langage La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Quand je vois ton visage, dans n'importe quel langage La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da (Repeats) |
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from Art Garfunkel - Up 'Til Now (1993)
Then Gabriel came and said to Joseph alone
"Do not be afraid to make Mary your own But go to your betrothed and then be married The child is Heaven sent" And it came to pass That there went out a decree From Caesar Augustus That all the world would be taxed And each went to be taxed to his own city So Joseph also went With his lady innocent With his lady innocent The lions in the mountains Let them pass and followed Close by night to guard them From Galilee to Bethlehem She journeyed with only a donkey to ride With Joseph walking beside Came to David's city While she was great with child Through a country dark and wild Through a country dark and wild And on the far horizon Rose a strange and brilliant Star as though to guide them |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
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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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troulbed Water (1970)
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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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
I am just a poor boy
나는 가난한 사내 Though my story's seldom told 사람들은 내 이야기를 잘 모르겠지만 I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles 주머니 한 가득 채워 줄 거란 말 있는 힘을 다해 주먹을 날렸었지 Such are promises 그런 약속을 믿었어 All lies, and jests 모두 거짓과 허풍일 뿐이련안 Still a man hears what he wants to hear 인간은 원하는 말만 들으려고 하고 And disregards the rest 다른 것에 대해선 고개 돌려버리지 When I left my home and my family 내가 집과 가족을 떠났을때 I was no more than a boy 나는 그저 소년에 불과했었어 In the company of strangers 낯선 군중들 In the quiet of the railway station 기차역의 적막 속에서 Running scared 겁에 질려 달음질치며 Llaying low 보일 듯 말 듯 웅크린 채 Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go 누더기를 걸친 이들이 살아가는 빈민가를 찾아 헤매다 Looking for the places only they would know 오직 그들만이 알고 있는 그런 곳을 전전했었지 Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la--la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Asking only workman's wages 막노동의 대가 정도만 바라며 I come looking for a job 일자리를 찾아 다녔지만 But I get no offers 아무도 일을 안 주더군 Just a "come on" from the whores on seventh Avenue 7번가 창녀들의 유혹의 말 외에는 I do declare there were times 그래, 난 말할 수 있어 When I was so lonesome 너무나 외로웠을 땐 I took some comfort there 나도 그런 곳에서 평안을 구했어 Ooo-la-la Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la--la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Then I'm laying out my winterclothes 그러다간 겨울 옷가지를 늘어놓고 And wishing I was gone, going home 떠나고 싶어하는 거야, 집으로 가고 있다면 Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me, going home 뉴욕의 매서운 겨울바람에도 살갗 터지지 않는 눈물 흘리지 않는 그 곳, 집으로 In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade 텅 빈 벌판 위 싸움으로 돈을 버는 한 권투 선수가 서 있다 And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out 그 얼굴의 상처들은, 자신을 무너뜨리고 고통으로 비명 지를 때까지 찍어 내리던 그 모든 주먹의 기억을 싣고 있지 In his anger and his shame 분노와 치욕 속에서 되뇌이는 건 I am leaving, I am leaving 떠나야지, 떠나야지 But the fighter still remains 하지만, 선수는 아직 떠나지 못해요 Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la--la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
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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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
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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