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from Paul Simon - Graceland (1986)
(Paul Simon)
Fat Charlie the Archangel Slped into the room He said I have no opinion about this And I have no opinion about that Sad as a lonely little wrinkled balloon He said well I don't claim to be happy about this, boys And I don't seem to be happy about that I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of this crazy love She says she knows about jokes This time the joke is on me Well, I have no opinion about that And I have no opinion about me Somebody could walk into this room And say your life is on fire It's all over the evening news All about the fire in your life On the evening news I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love Fat Charlie the Archangel Files for divorce He says well this will eat up a year of my life And then there's all that weight to be lost She says the joke is on me I say the joke is on her I said I have no opinion about that Well, we'll just have to wait and confer I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of this crazy love |
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from Paul Simon - One Trick Pony (2006)
It's been a long, long day
I got some run-down shoes Ain't got no place to stay But any old place will be okay It's been a long, long day Good night Good night Oh, my love I've sure been on this road Done nearly fourteen years Can't say my name's well known You don't see my face in Rolling Stone But I've sure been on this road Good night Good night My love Slow motion Half a dollar bill Jukebox in the corner Shooting to kill And it's been a... It's been a long, long day I sure could use a friend Don't know what else to say I hate to abuse an old cliche But it's been a long, long day It's been a long, long day |
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from Paul Simon - One Trick Pony (2006)
The boy's got brains
He just don't use 'em that's all The boy's got brains He just refuse to use 'em that's all He said "The more I get to thinking The less I tend to laugh" The boy's got brains He just abstains The boy's got a heart But it beats on his opposite side It's a strange phenomenon The laws of nature defied He said "It's a chance I had to take So I shifted my heart for its safety sake: The boy's got a heart but it beats on His opposite Oh, Marion, I think I'm in trouble here I should've believed you When I heard you saying it The only time That love is an easy game Is when two other people Are playing it The boy's got a voice But the voice is his natural disguise Yes the boy's got a voice But his words don't connect to his eyes He says "Ah, but when I sing I can hear the truth autitioning." The boy's got a voice But the voice is his natural Oh, Marion, I think I'm in trouble here I should've believed you When I heard you saying it The only time That love is an easy game Is when two other people Are playing it |
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from Paul Simon - You'Re The One (2000)
Bit and fat
Pig?s supposed to look like that Barnyard thug Sleep on straw and calls it a rug Yeah that?s a rug, ok He?s walking down the street And nobody?s going to argue with him He?s a half-a-ton of pig meat Up in the hills above the farm Lives a pack of wolves Never did a harm Sleep all day Hunt till four Maybe catch a couple of rodents You know carnivore Sheep in the meadow Nibbling on some clover One of the sheep wanders over Sits by a rock Separated from the flock He?s just sitting by a rock Where?d he go? I don?t know Well he was here a minute ago I don?t know Sheep?s dead Got a gash as big as a wolf?s head Oh god Big and fat Pig?s supposed to look like that Wallowing in lanolin He?s rubbing it into his pigskin Police going crazy Let?s get him Let?s get that wolf Let?s get him Let?s get that wolf Let?s get him Let?s kill him, Let?s get him Let?s kill him Court-appointed lawyer wasn?t very bright Or maybe he was bright Maybe he just had a late night Yeah it was just a late night And he files some feeble appeal And the governor says forget it It?s a done deal Election, I don?t care, election Let?s give that wolf a lethal injection Let?s get him, yeah get him Let?s kill him, Let?s get him Let?s kill him, Let?s get him,kill him Let?s get him and kill him Whew, slow Here comes the media Setting up their camera Asking everyone?s opinion About pigs, sheep and wolves Big and fat Pig?s supposed to laugh like that This is hilarious What a great time I?m the pig who committed The perfect crime All around the world France, Scandinavia There?s a candle light vigils Protesting this behavior It?s animal behavior Animal behavior It?s Pig, sheep and wolves Pig, sheep and wolves Pig, sheep and wolves It?s animal behavior Pig, sheep and wolves |
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from Paul Simon - The Rhythm Of The Saints (1990)
Moves like a fist through traffic
Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump But you feel it In the creases and the shadows With a rattling deep emotion The cool, cool river Sweeps the wild, white ocean Yes Boss. The government handshake Yes Boss. The crusher of language Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater, The face at the edge of the banquet The cool, the cool river The cool, the cool river I believe in the future I may live in my car My radio tuned to The voice of a star Song dogs barking at the break of dawn Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm And these old hopes and fears Still at my side Anger and no one can heal it Slides through the metal detector Lives like a mole in a motel A slide in a slide projector The cool, cool river Sweeps the wild, white ocean The rage of love turns inward To prayers of devotion And these prayers are The constant road across the wilderness These prayers are These prayers are the memory of God The memory of God And I believe in the future We shall suffer no more Maybe not in my lifetime But in yours I feel sure Song dogs barking at the break of dawn Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm And these streets Quiet as a sleeping army Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven For the mother's restless son Who is a witness to, who is a warrior Who denies his urge to break and run Who says: Hard times? I'm used to them The speeding planet burns I'm used to that My life's so common it disappears And sometimes even music Cannot substitute for tears |
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from Paul Simon - 1964-1993 (2008)
Moves like a fist through traffic
Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump But you feel it In the creases and the shadows With a rattling deep emotion The cool, cool river Sweeps the wild, white ocean Yes Boss. The government handshake Yes Boss. The crusher of language Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater, The face at the edge of the banquet The cool, the cool river The cool, the cool river I believe in the future I may live in my car My radio tuned to The voice of a star Song dogs barking at the break of dawn Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm And these old hopes and fears Still at my side Anger and no one can heal it Slides through the metal detector Lives like a mole in a motel A slide in a slide projector The cool, cool river Sweeps the wild, white ocean The rage of love turns inward To prayers of devotion And these prayers are The constant road across the wilderness These prayers are These prayers are the memory of God The memory of God And I believe in the future We shall suffer no more Maybe not in my lifetime But in yours I feel sure Song dogs barking at the break of dawn Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm And these streets Quiet as a sleeping army Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven For the mother's restless son Who is a witness to, who is a warrior Who denies his urge to break and run Who says: Hard times? I'm used to them The speeding planet burns I'm used to that My life's so common it disappears And sometimes even music Cannot substitute for tears |
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from Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 1 (1994)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Paul Simon - Negotiations And Love Songs 1971-1986 (1988)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Panpipes Play (2000)
the problem is all inside your head,she said to me
the answer is easy if you take it logically. i'de like to help you in your struggle to be free there must be 50 ways to leave your lover. she said it's really not my habit to intrude for the more i hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued so i repeat my self,at the risk of being cruel there must be 50 ways to leave your lover chorus: just slip out the back,Jack make a new plan,Stan don't need to be coy,Roy just listen to me hop on the bus,Gus don't need to discuss much just drop off the key,Lee and get yourself free. she said it grieves me so to see you in such pain i wish there was somthing i could do to make you smile again i said,i appreciate that, and would you please explain about the 50 ways. she said,why don't we both just sleep on it tonight and i believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light and then she kissed me and i realized she probably was rihgt there must be 50 ways to leave your lover 50ways to leve your lover... chorus... |
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from Paul Simon - Anthology (2001)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from I Write The Songs: 36 Singer Songwriters Performing... (2005)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Paul Simon - Still Crazy After All These Years (2006)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Paul Simon - Still Crazy After All These Years (2006)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Paul Simon - Still Crazy After All These Years (2006)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Paul Simon - Outrageous (2006)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Paul Simon - 1964-1993 (2008)
The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover Fifty ways to leave your lover You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
Slow down, you move to fast
You got to make the morning last Just kickin' down the cobblestones Lookin' for fun and Feelin' Groovy Hello lamppost what's knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? Dootin' doo-doo Feelin' Groovy I got no deeds to do No promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life I love you All is Groovy. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
section of the Civil Rights Bill. Brought traditional enemies together but it left the defenders of the measure without the votes of their strongest supporters. President Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start and everyone in Congress knew it. A compromise was painfully worked out in the House Judiciary Committee. In Los Angeles today comedian Lenny Bruce died of what was believed to be an overdoes of narcotics. Bruce was 42 years old. Dr. Martin Luther King says he does not intend to cancel plans for an open housing march Sunday into the Chicago suburb of Cicero. Cook County Sheriff Richard Ogleby asked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago Richard Speck, accused murderer of nine student nurses, was brought before a grand jury today for indictment. The nurses were found stabbed and strangled in their Chicago apartment. In Washington the atmosphere was tense today as a special subcommittee of the House Committee on Un-American activities continued its probe into anti- Viet Nam war protests. Demonstrators were forcibly evicted from the hearings when they began chanting anti-war slogans. Former Vice-President Richard Nixon says that unles there is a substantial increase in the present war effort in Viet Nam, the U.S. should look forward to five more years of war. In a speech before the Convention of the Veterans of Foreign Wars in New York, Nixon also said opposition to the war in this country is the greatest single weapon working against the U.S. That's the 7 o'clock edition of the news, Goodnight. Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
section of the Civil Rights Bill. Brought traditional enemies together but it left the defenders of the measure without the votes of their strongest supporters. President Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start and everyone in Congress knew it. A compromise was painfully worked out in the House Judiciary Committee. In Los Angeles today comedian Lenny Bruce died of what was believed to be an overdoes of narcotics. Bruce was 42 years old. Dr. Martin Luther King says he does not intend to cancel plans for an open housing march Sunday into the Chicago suburb of Cicero. Cook County Sheriff Richard Ogleby asked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago Richard Speck, accused murderer of nine student nurses, was brought before a grand jury today for indictment. The nurses were found stabbed and strangled in their Chicago apartment. In Washington the atmosphere was tense today as a special subcommittee of the House Committee on Un-American activities continued its probe into anti- Viet Nam war protests. Demonstrators were forcibly evicted from the hearings when they began chanting anti-war slogans. Former Vice-President Richard Nixon says that unles there is a substantial increase in the present war effort in Viet Nam, the U.S. should look forward to five more years of war. In a speech before the Convention of the Veterans of Foreign Wars in New York, Nixon also said opposition to the war in this country is the greatest single weapon working against the U.S. That's the 7 o'clock edition of the news, Goodnight. Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
A church is burning
The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They grow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men through 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 meeting and Saying "I won't be a slave anymore" And a church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men their hands lit the spark And they faded in the night they vanished in the dark And in the cold light of morning there was nothing that remained But the ashes of a Bible and a can of kerosene and A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free A 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 They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
A church is burning
The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They grow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men through 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 meeting and Saying "I won't be a slave anymore" And a church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men their hands lit the spark And they faded in the night they vanished in the dark And in the cold light of morning there was nothing that remained But the ashes of a Bible and a can of kerosene and A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free A 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 They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
A church is burning
The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They grow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men through 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 meeting and Saying "I won't be a slave anymore" And a church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men their hands lit the spark And they faded in the night they vanished in the dark And in the cold light of morning there was nothing that remained But the ashes of a Bible and a can of kerosene and A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free A 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 They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
A church is burning
The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They grow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men through 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 meeting and Saying "I won't be a slave anymore" And a church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men their hands lit the spark And they faded in the night they vanished in the dark And in the cold light of morning there was nothing that remained But the ashes of a Bible and a can of kerosene and A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free A 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 They glow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Time, Time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's Bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned. Carry your cup in your hand. And look around. Leaves are brown. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an easy thing to say, But if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend that you can build them again. Look around, The grass is high, The fields are ripe, It's the springtime of my life. Seasons change with the scenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me At any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips Looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme. Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
Time,
Time, Time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's Bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned. Carry your cup in your hand. And look around. Leaves are brown. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an easy thing to say, But if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend that you can build them again. Look around, The grass is high, The fields are ripe, It's the springtime of my life. Seasons change with the scenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me At any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips Looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme. Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
New York -- to that tall skyline I come
Flyin' in from London to your door New York -- lookin' down on Central Park Where they say you should not wander after dark New York -- like a scene from all those movies But you're real enough to me, for there's a heart A heart that lives in New York A heart in New York arose on the street I write my song to that city heartbeat A heart in New York -- the love in her eyes An open door and a friend for the night New York -- you got money on your mind And my words won't make a dime's worth of difference So here's to you, New York |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
He was A Most Peculiar Man.
That's what Mrs. Riordan said and she should know; She lived upstairs from him She said he was A Most Peculiar Man. He was A Most Peculiar Man. The 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?" |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
He was A Most Peculiar Man.
That's what Mrs. Riordan said and she should know; She lived upstairs from him She said he was A Most Peculiar Man. He was A Most Peculiar Man. The 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?" |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
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?" |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
He was a most peculiar man.
That's what Mrs. Riordan said 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?" |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
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?" |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
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 |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
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 |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
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 |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled 'til I'm blind I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded A Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed That's the hand I use, well, never mind I been Phil Spectored, resurrected I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce And of all my wealth won't buy me health So I smoke a pint of tea a day I knew a man his brain so small He couldn't think of nothin' at all He's not the same as you and me He doesn't dig poetry, he's so unhip that When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talkin' about Dylan Thomas Whoever he is The man ain't got no culture But its alright, Ma, everybody must get stoned I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered Andy Warhol, won't you please come home? I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone Folk rock I lost my harmonica, Albert |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled 'til I'm blind I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded A Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed That's the hand I use, well, never mind I been Phil Spectored, resurrected I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce And of all my wealth won't buy me health So I smoke a pint of tea a day I knew a man his brain so small He couldn't think of nothin' at all He's not the same as you and me He doesn't dig poetry, he's so unhip that When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talkin' about Dylan Thomas Whoever he is The man ain't got no culture But its alright, Ma, everybody must get stoned I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered Andy Warhol, won't you please come home? I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone Folk rock I lost my harmonica, Albert |
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from Paul Simon - One Trick Pony (2006)
Some people say Jesus that's the ace in the hole
But I never met the man so l don't really know Maybe some Christmas if I'm sick and alone He will look up my number Call me on the phone and say : Hey, boy, where you been so long Don't you know me I'm your ace in the hole Two hundred dollars, that's my ace in the hole When I'm down, dirty and desperate That's my emergency bank roll (I got . . .) Two hundred dollars, that's the price on the street If you wanna get some quality That's the price you got to meet (and the man says...) Hey, Junior, where you been so long Don't you know me I'm your ace in the hole (talk about ace in the hole) Once I was crazy and my ace in the hole Was that I knew that I was crazy So I never lost my self-control I just walk in the middle of the road I sleep in the middle of the bed I stop in the middle of a sentence And the voice in the middle of my head said Hey, Junior, where you been so long Don't you know me I'm your ace in the hole (oh yeah) Ace in the hole Lean on me Don't you know me I'm your guarantee Riding on this rolling bus Beneath a stormy sky With a slow moon rising And the smokestacks driving by In the hour when the heart is weakest And the memory is strong When time has stopped But the bus just rolls along Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Some people say music that's their ace in the hole Just your ordinary rhythm and blues Your basic rock and roll You can sit on the top of the beat You can lean on the side of the beat You can hang from the bottom of the beat But you got to admit that the music is sweet Where you been so long Don't you know me l m your ace in the hole (oh yeah) Ace in the hole Lean on me Don't you know me I'm your guarantee Some people say music that's their ace in the hole Just your ordinary rhythm and blues Your basic rock and roll You can sit on the top of the beat You can lean on the side of the beat You can hang from the bottom of the beat But you gotta admit that the music is sweet Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole |
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from Paul Simon - One Trick Pony (2006)
Some people say Jesus that's the ace in the hole
But I never met the man so l don't really know Maybe some Christmas if I'm sick and alone He will look up my number Call me on the phone and say : Hey, boy, where you been so long Don't you know me I'm your ace in the hole Two hundred dollars, that's my ace in the hole When I'm down, dirty and desperate That's my emergency bank roll (I got . . .) Two hundred dollars, that's the price on the street If you wanna get some quality That's the price you got to meet (and the man says...) Hey, Junior, where you been so long Don't you know me I'm your ace in the hole (talk about ace in the hole) Once I was crazy and my ace in the hole Was that I knew that I was crazy So I never lost my self-control I just walk in the middle of the road I sleep in the middle of the bed I stop in the middle of a sentence And the voice in the middle of my head said Hey, Junior, where you been so long Don't you know me I'm your ace in the hole (oh yeah) Ace in the hole Lean on me Don't you know me I'm your guarantee Riding on this rolling bus Beneath a stormy sky With a slow moon rising And the smokestacks driving by In the hour when the heart is weakest And the memory is strong When time has stopped But the bus just rolls along Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Some people say music that's their ace in the hole Just your ordinary rhythm and blues Your basic rock and roll You can sit on the top of the beat You can lean on the side of the beat You can hang from the bottom of the beat But you got to admit that the music is sweet Where you been so long Don't you know me l m your ace in the hole (oh yeah) Ace in the hole Lean on me Don't you know me I'm your guarantee Some people say music that's their ace in the hole Just your ordinary rhythm and blues Your basic rock and roll You can sit on the top of the beat You can lean on the side of the beat You can hang from the bottom of the beat But you gotta admit that the music is sweet Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole |
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from Paul Simon - Songs From The Capeman (1997)
SAL
It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again Some even said that my judge-Judge Gerald Culkin- Wouldn't play it by the book Maybe let us off the hook But, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better. SAL & SALVADOR Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood SAL The blancos and the nigger gangs Well, they'd kill you if they could. AUREA & WOMEN Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight, Mothers weep SAL & AUREA Sisters grieve. SAL Well, I entered the courtroom, state of New York County of New York, just some spic They scrubbed off the sidewalk Guilty by my dress Guilty in the press Let The Capeman burn for the murder Well the "Spanish boys" had their day in court And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order The electric chair For the greasy pair Said the judge to the court reporter SAL & SALVADOR Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood SALVADOR The newspapers and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could AUREA & WOMEN Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world A Spanish boy could be killed every night of the week SAL But just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy for blood-Latin blood. I don't lie when I speak. SAL & SALVADOR Well they shackled my hands SAL A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me SAL & SALVADOR And they shackled my legs SAL Hernandez, the "Umbrella Man," chained beside me Then we rode that Black Maria Through the streets of Spanish Harlem Calling old friends on the corners SAL & AUREA Just to lay our prayers upon them SAL Crying Adios Hermanos, Adios SAL & SALVADOR Adios Hermanos, Adios Lead Vocal-Paul Simon Background Vocal-Briz Background Vocal-Myrna Gomila Background Vocal-Karen Bernod Background Vocal-Renee Connell-Adams Background Vocal-DeWayne Snype Background Vocal-Kia Jeffries Background Vocal-Ed Vasquez Background Vocal-Derrick James Organ-Oriente Lopez Background Vocals Recorded by Roy Halee |
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from Paul Simon - Songs From The Capeman (1997)
SAL
It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again Some even said that my judge-Judge Gerald Culkin- Wouldn't play it by the book Maybe let us off the hook But, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better. SAL & SALVADOR Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood SAL The blancos and the nigger gangs Well, they'd kill you if they could. AUREA & WOMEN Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight, Mothers weep SAL & AUREA Sisters grieve. SAL Well, I entered the courtroom, state of New York County of New York, just some spic They scrubbed off the sidewalk Guilty by my dress Guilty in the press Let The Capeman burn for the murder Well the "Spanish boys" had their day in court And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order The electric chair For the greasy pair Said the judge to the court reporter SAL & SALVADOR Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood SALVADOR The newspapers and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could AUREA & WOMEN Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world A Spanish boy could be killed every night of the week SAL But just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy for blood-Latin blood. I don't lie when I speak. SAL & SALVADOR Well they shackled my hands SAL A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me SAL & SALVADOR And they shackled my legs SAL Hernandez, the "Umbrella Man," chained beside me Then we rode that Black Maria Through the streets of Spanish Harlem Calling old friends on the corners SAL & AUREA Just to lay our prayers upon them SAL Crying Adios Hermanos, Adios SAL & SALVADOR Adios Hermanos, Adios Lead Vocal-Paul Simon Background Vocal-Briz Background Vocal-Myrna Gomila Background Vocal-Karen Bernod Background Vocal-Renee Connell-Adams Background Vocal-DeWayne Snype Background Vocal-Kia Jeffries Background Vocal-Ed Vasquez Background Vocal-Derrick James Organ-Oriente Lopez Background Vocals Recorded by Roy Halee |
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from Paul Simon - Graceland (1986)
Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I've seen them all and man They're all the same Well, the sun gets weary And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Out in the Indian Ocean somewhere There's a former army post Abandoned now just like the war And there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives the former talk-show host Far and wide his name was known He said there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's why we must learn to live alone |
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from Paul Simon - Graceland (1986)
Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I've seen them all and man They're all the same Well, the sun gets weary And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Out in the Indian Ocean somewhere There's a former army post Abandoned now just like the war And there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives the former talk-show host Far and wide his name was known He said there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's why we must learn to live alone |
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from Paul Simon - Graceland (1986)
Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I've seen them all and man They're all the same Well, the sun gets weary And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Out in the Indian Ocean somewhere There's a former army post Abandoned now just like the war And there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives the former talk-show host Far and wide his name was known He said there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's why we must learn to live alone |
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from Paul Simon - One Trick Pony (2006)
I went to my doctor
I said Give me some relief He said Tell me what's the matter with you, boy... I said It's all because of you It's all because of you It's all because you wouldn't say, I do So I went to my drugstore I said Do the drugs on me... He said Oh, what can you do When it's all because of you You know, it's all because you wouldn't say, I do Ain't nobody loves me Nobody needs my love This is my only life (...) Holy Moses, what's this goin' on I said I can't believe it's true Brain's all messed up, can't be straight And it's all because of you That's right, it's all because of you Yes, it's all because of you It's all because you would not say we're through So I went to the gypsy woman I said Give me some relief She said I ain't got no potions and no special kind of weed She said I'll tell you what to do She said, I'll tell you what to do, She said, go away, take a week or two I ain't got nobody Ever since you been gone Love is an... Going away, another lover Is an easy game I won the same way too Said it's all because of you All because of you All because of you All All because of you All because of you All because of you I said It's all because of you All because of you That's right, it's all because of you |
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from Paul Simon - Hearts And Bones (2006)
Maladies
Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain My hand can't touch a guitar string My fingers just burn and ache My head intercedes with my bodily needs And my body won't give it a break My heart can stand a disaster My heart can take a disgrace But my heart is allergic To the women I love And it's changing the shape of my face Allergies Allergies Something's living on my skin Doctor please Doctor please Open up it's me again I go to a famous physician I sleep in the local hotel From what I can see of the people like me We get better But we never get well So I ask myself this question It's a question I often repeat Where do allergies go When it's after a show And they want to get something to eat? Allergies Allergies Something's living on my skin Doctor please Doctor please Open up it's me again Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
"I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
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's pies And we walked off to look for America Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat We smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field Cathy 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 come to look for America All come to look for America |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Collected Works (1992)
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
"I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Panpipes Play (2000)
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
"I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America |
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from Almost Famous (2000)
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America Laughing on the bus Playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat" "We smoked the last one an hour ago" So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They've all gone to look for America All gone to look for America All gone to look for America |
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from Paul Simon - Concert In The Park (2002)
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's pies, And walked off To look for America. "Kathy," I said, As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, "Michigan seems like a dream to me now, It took me four days To hitch-hike from Saginaw. I've come to look for America." Laughing on the bus, Playing games with the faces, She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy. I said, "Be careful, His bow tie is really a camera." "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat." "We smoked the last one an hour ago." So I looked at the scenery, She read her magazine; And the moon rose over an open field. "Kathy, I'm lost", I said, Thought 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 come To look for America, All come to look for America, All come to look for America. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Old Friends: Live On Stage [live] (2004)
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America |
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from Paul Simon - Paul Simon In Concert: Live Rhymin' [live] (2006)
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's pies, And walked off To look for America. "Kathy," I said, As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, "Michigan seems like a dream to me now, It took me four days To hitch-hike from Saginaw. I've come to look for America." Laughing on the bus, Playing games with the faces, She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy. I said, "Be careful, His bow tie is really a camera." "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat." "We smoked the last one an hour ago." So I looked at the scenery, She read her magazine; And the moon rose over an open field. "Kathy, I'm lost", I said, Thought 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 come To look for America, All come to look for America, All come to look for America. |
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from Paul Simon - 1964-1993 (2008)
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's pies, And walked off To look for America. "Kathy," I said, As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, "Michigan seems like a dream to me now, It took me four days To hitch-hike from Saginaw. I've come to look for America." Laughing on the bus, Playing games with the faces, She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy. I said, "Be careful, His bow tie is really a camera." "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat." "We smoked the last one an hour ago." So I looked at the scenery, She read her magazine; And the moon rose over an open field. "Kathy, I'm lost", I said, Thought 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 come To look for America, All come to look for America, All come to look for America. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused
Yes and I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's alright, it's alright, for we live so well, so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying But we come on a ship they called Mayflower We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come in the ages' most uncertain hours and sing an American tune And it's alright, oh it's alright, it's alright, you can be forever blessed Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest That's all I'm trying, to get some rest |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused
Yes and I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's alright, it's alright, for we live so well, so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying But we come on a ship they called Mayflower We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come in the ages' most uncertain hours and sing an American tune And it's alright, oh it's alright, it's alright, you can be forever blessed Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest That's all I'm trying, to get some rest |
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from Paul Simon - Anthology (2001)
AMERICAN TUNE
(words by Paul Simon music by JS Bach) Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused And I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused. But it's all right, it's all right, I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and Bon Vivant So far away from home, so far away from home. I don't know a soul who's not been battered Don't have a friend who feels at ease Don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to its knees. But it's all right, all right, We've lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on, I wonder what went wrong, I can't help it I wonder what went wrong. And I dreamed I was flying. I dreamed my soul rose unexpectedly, and looking back down on me, smiled reassuringly, and I dreamed I was dying. And far above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty, drifting away to sea And I dreamed I was flying. We come on a ship we call the Mayflower, We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come at the age's most uncertain hour And sing the American tune But it's all right, its all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest, That's all, I'm trying to get some rest. filename[ AMERTUNE SS ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Old Friends: Live On Stage [live] (2004)
Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused
Yes and I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's alright, it's alright, for we live so well, so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying But we come on a ship they called Mayflower We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come in the ages' most uncertain hours and sing an American tune And it's alright, oh it's alright, it's alright, you can be forever blessed Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest That's all I'm trying, to get some rest |
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from Paul Simon - There Goes Rhymin' Simon (2006)
AMERICAN TUNE
(words by Paul Simon music by JS Bach) Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused And I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused. But it's all right, it's all right, I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and Bon Vivant So far away from home, so far away from home. I don't know a soul who's not been battered Don't have a friend who feels at ease Don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to its knees. But it's all right, all right, We've lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on, I wonder what went wrong, I can't help it I wonder what went wrong. And I dreamed I was flying. I dreamed my soul rose unexpectedly, and looking back down on me, smiled reassuringly, and I dreamed I was dying. And far above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty, drifting away to sea And I dreamed I was flying. We come on a ship we call the Mayflower, We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come at the age's most uncertain hour And sing the American tune But it's all right, its all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest, That's all, I'm trying to get some rest. filename[ AMERTUNE SS ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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from Paul Simon - There Goes Rhymin' Simon (2006)
AMERICAN TUNE
(words by Paul Simon music by JS Bach) Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused And I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused. But it's all right, it's all right, I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and Bon Vivant So far away from home, so far away from home. I don't know a soul who's not been battered Don't have a friend who feels at ease Don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to its knees. But it's all right, all right, We've lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on, I wonder what went wrong, I can't help it I wonder what went wrong. And I dreamed I was flying. I dreamed my soul rose unexpectedly, and looking back down on me, smiled reassuringly, and I dreamed I was dying. And far above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty, drifting away to sea And I dreamed I was flying. We come on a ship we call the Mayflower, We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come at the age's most uncertain hour And sing the American tune But it's all right, its all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest, That's all, I'm trying to get some rest. filename[ AMERTUNE SS ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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from Paul Simon - Paul Simon In Concert: Live Rhymin' [live] (2006)
AMERICAN TUNE
(words by Paul Simon music by JS Bach) Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused And I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused. But it's all right, it's all right, I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and Bon Vivant So far away from home, so far away from home. I don't know a soul who's not been battered Don't have a friend who feels at ease Don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to its knees. But it's all right, all right, We've lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on, I wonder what went wrong, I can't help it I wonder what went wrong. And I dreamed I was flying. I dreamed my soul rose unexpectedly, and looking back down on me, smiled reassuringly, and I dreamed I was dying. And far above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty, drifting away to sea And I dreamed I was flying. We come on a ship we call the Mayflower, We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come at the age's most uncertain hour And sing the American tune But it's all right, its all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest, That's all, I'm trying to get some rest. filename[ AMERTUNE SS ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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from Paul Simon - 1964-1993 (2008)
AMERICAN TUNE
(words by Paul Simon music by JS Bach) Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused And I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused. But it's all right, it's all right, I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and Bon Vivant So far away from home, so far away from home. I don't know a soul who's not been battered Don't have a friend who feels at ease Don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to its knees. But it's all right, all right, We've lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on, I wonder what went wrong, I can't help it I wonder what went wrong. And I dreamed I was flying. I dreamed my soul rose unexpectedly, and looking back down on me, smiled reassuringly, and I dreamed I was dying. And far above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty, drifting away to sea And I dreamed I was flying. We come on a ship we call the Mayflower, We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come at the age's most uncertain hour And sing the American tune But it's all right, its all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest, That's all, I'm trying to get some rest. filename[ AMERTUNE SS ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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from Paul Simon - There Goes Rhymin' Simon (2006)
AMERICAN TUNE
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from Paul Simon - Surprise (2006)
On the morning of her wedding day
When no one was awake She drove across the border Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake Her mother's tears, her breakfast order She's gone, gone, gone There is a moment, a chip in time When leaving home is the lesser crime When your eyes are blind with tears But your heart can see Another life, another galaxy That night her dreams are storm-tossed as a willow She hears the clouds She sees the eye of a hurricane As it sweeps across her island pillow But she's gone, gone, gone There is a moment, a chip in time When leaving home is the lesser crime When your eyes are blind with tears But your heart can see Another life, another galaxy |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
April Come She Will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember. A love once new has now grown old. |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
April Come She Will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember. A love once new has now grown old. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
April come she will
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain 사월이 되면 그녀가 돌아올 거야 봄기운 무르익은 시냇물이 비에 넘실거릴 때면 May, she will stay Resting in my arms again 오월에는 내 곁에 머무르겠지 다시금 내 팔에 기대어 쉬면서 June, she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night 유월에는 마음이 바뀌어 불안한 걸음으로 밤새 서성거릴 거야 July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight 칠월에는 날아갈 거야 간다는 말 한 마디 없이 August, die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold 팔월에는 영원히 돌아오지 않겠지 가을바람이 차갑고 싸늘하게 불어오니까 September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old 구월이 되면 기억할 거야 한때 새롭던 사랑이 이제는 추억 속에 깊어가는 것을 |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old. |
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April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (1982)
April come she will
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain 사월이 되면 그녀가 돌아올 거야 봄기운 무르익은 시냇물이 비에 넘실거릴 때면 May, she will stay Resting in my arms again 오월에는 내 곁에 머무르겠지 다시금 내 팔에 기대어 쉬면서 June, she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night 유월에는 마음이 바뀌어 불안한 걸음으로 밤새 서성거릴 거야 July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight 칠월에는 날아갈 거야 간다는 말 한 마디 없이 August, die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold 팔월에는 영원히 돌아오지 않겠지 가을바람이 차갑고 싸늘하게 불어오니까 September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old 구월이 되면 기억할 거야 한때 새롭던 사랑이 이제는 추억 속에 깊어가는 것을 |
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from The Graduate (졸업) by Simon & Garfunkel [ost] (1986)
April come she will
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain 사월이 되면 그녀가 돌아올 거야 봄기운 무르익은 시냇물이 비에 넘실거릴 때면 May, she will stay Resting in my arms again 오월에는 내 곁에 머무르겠지 다시금 내 팔에 기대어 쉬면서 June, she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night 유월에는 마음이 바뀌어 불안한 걸음으로 밤새 서성거릴 거야 July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight 칠월에는 날아갈 거야 간다는 말 한 마디 없이 August, die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold 팔월에는 영원히 돌아오지 않겠지 가을바람이 차갑고 싸늘하게 불어오니까 September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old 구월이 되면 기억할 거야 한때 새롭던 사랑이 이제는 추억 속에 깊어가는 것을 |
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