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from "Unplugged Collection, Volume One" (0000)
The Mississippi delta
Was shining like a national guitar I am following the river, down the highway Through the cradle of the Civil War I'm going to Graceland, Graceland In Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland My traveling companion is nine years old He is the child of my first marriage But I've reason to believe We both will be received In Graceland She comes back to tell me she's gone As if I didn't know that As if I didn't know my own bed As if I'd never noticed The way she brushed her hair from her forehead And she said losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow I'm going to Graceland Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and Pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I'm looking at ghosts and empties But I've reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland There is a girl in New York City Who calls herself the human trampoline And sometimes when I'm falling, flying Or tumbling in turmoil I say Whoa, so this is what she means She means we're bouncing into Graceland And I see losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow In Graceland, in Graceland I'm going to Graceland For reasons I cannot explain There's some part of me wants to see Graceland And I may be obliged to defend Every love, every ending Or maybe there's no obligations now Maybe I've a reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland Whoa-oh-oh-oh, in Graceland, in Graceland,in Graceland I'm going to Graceland |
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from Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 3 (0000)
The Mississippi delta
Was shining like a national guitar I am following the river, down the highway Through the cradle of the Civil War I'm going to Graceland, Graceland In Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland My traveling companion is nine years old He is the child of my first marriage But I've reason to believe We both will be received In Graceland She comes back to tell me she's gone As if I didn't know that As if I didn't know my own bed As if I'd never noticed The way she brushed her hair from her forehead And she said losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow I'm going to Graceland Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and Pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I'm looking at ghosts and empties But I've reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland There is a girl in New York City Who calls herself the human trampoline And sometimes when I'm falling, flying Or tumbling in turmoil I say Whoa, so this is what she means She means we're bouncing into Graceland And I see losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow In Graceland, in Graceland I'm going to Graceland For reasons I cannot explain There's some part of me wants to see Graceland And I may be obliged to defend Every love, every ending Or maybe there's no obligations now Maybe I've a reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland Whoa-oh-oh-oh, in Graceland, in Graceland,in Graceland I'm going to Graceland |
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from Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 2 (0000)
A man walks down the street,
He says, Why am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle? The rest of my life is so hard! I need a photo-opportunity, I want a shot at redemption! Don't want to end up a cartoon, In a cartoon graveyard ..... Bonedigger, Bonedigger, Dogs in the moonlight. Far away, my well-lit door. Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly, Get these mutts away from me! You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore .... If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! A man walks down the street, He says, Why am I short of attention? Got a short little span of attention, And whoa, my nights are so long! Where's my wife and family? What if I die here? Who'll be my role-model? Now that my role-model is .... Gone ...... gone, He ducked back down the alley, With some roly-poly, little bat-faced girl. All along .... along .... There were incidents and accidents, There were hints and allegations ..... If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! Call me Al ...... A man walks down the street, It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the Third World. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the language, He holds no currency. He is a foreign man, He is surrounded by the sound, sound .... Cattle in the marketplace. Scatterlings and orphanages. He looks around, around ..... He sees angels in the architecture, Spinning in infinity, He says, Amen! and Hallelujah! If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! You can call me Al ...... More Lyrics |
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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 Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
Benedictus qui est venit
In nomine Domine In nomine In nomine In nomine Domine In nomine Domine In nomine In nomine In nomine Domine |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street I head a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Caanan On Bleecker Street Bleecker Street |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born While shepherds kept their watch O'er silent flocks by night Behold throughout the heavens There shown a holy light Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
He was my brother
Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears can't bring him back to me He was my brother And he died so his brothers could be free He died so his brothers could be free |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room The room was filled with men And the paper they were signing said They'd never fight again And when the papers all were signed And a million copies made They all joined hands and lowered their heads And grateful prayers were prayed And the people in the streets below Were dancing 'round and 'round And guns and sorts a nd uniforms Were scattered on the ground Last night I had the strangest dream I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
As we marched down to Faneri-o
As we marched down to Faneri-o Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove And they called her name, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side As far as any maiden in the ar-e-o What will your mother say, pretry Peggy-o? What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother say, when she finds you've gone away To places far and strange to Faneri-o? If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, all your cities I will burn Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. (1964)
Who will love a little sparrow
Who's traveled far and cries for rest Not I said the Oak Tree I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast Who will love a little sparrow And who will speak a kindly word Not I said the Swan The entire idea is utterly absurd I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard Who will take pity in his heart And who will feed a starving sparrow Not I said the Golden Wheat I would if I could but I cannot I know I need all my grain to prosper and grow Who will love a little sparrow Will no one write her eulogy I will said the Earth For all I've created returns unto me From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be |
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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 - 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. (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. (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 - 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 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 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 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 - 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 Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
He was my brother
Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three Years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears can't bnng him back to me He was my brother And he died so his brothers could be free He died so his brothers could be free |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
He was my brother
Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three Years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears can't bnng him back to me He was my brother And he died so his brothers could be free He died so his brothers could be free |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On (a) freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On (a) freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On (a) freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To England where my heart lies. My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep And kiss you when you start your day. And a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme. And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you. And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To England where my heart lies. My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep And kiss you when you start your day. And a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme. And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you. And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
I was 21 years when I wrote this song I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither with the wind And they crumble in your hand Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl I held her close, but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write CHORUS I through a pebble in a brook And watched the ripples run away And they never made a sound CHORUS Hello hello hello hello Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye That's all there is And the leaves that are green turn to brown |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
I was 21 years when I wrote this song I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither with the wind And they crumble in your hand Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl I held her close, but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write CHORUS I through a pebble in a brook And watched the ripples run away And they never made a sound CHORUS Hello hello hello hello Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye That's all there is And the leaves that are green turn to brown |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves, Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees, And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall, Like the pieces of a puzzle Or a child's uneven scrawL Up a narrow flight of stairs In a narrow Little room, As I lie upon my bed In the early evening gloom. Impaled on my wall My eyes can dimly see The pattern of my life And the puzzle that is me. >From the moment of my birth To the instant of my death, There are Patterns I must follow Just as I must breathe each breath. Like a rat in a maze The path before me lies, And the pattern never alters Until the rat dies. And the pattern still remains On the wall where darkness fell, And it's fitting that it should, For in darknesss I must dwell. Like the color of my skin, Or the day that I grow old, My life is made of Patterns That can scarcely be controlled |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves, Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees, And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall, Like the pieces of a puzzle Or a child's uneven scrawL Up a narrow flight of stairs In a narrow Little room, As I lie upon my bed In the early evening gloom. Impaled on my wall My eyes can dimly see The pattern of my life And the puzzle that is me. >From the moment of my birth To the instant of my death, There are Patterns I must follow Just as I must breathe each breath. Like a rat in a maze The path before me lies, And the pattern never alters Until the rat dies. And the pattern still remains On the wall where darkness fell, And it's fitting that it should, For in darknesss I must dwell. Like the color of my skin, Or the day that I grow old, My life is made of Patterns That can scarcely be controlled |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
On the side of a hill, in a land called somewhere
A little boy lies asleep in the earth While down in the valley a crew orages And people forget what a child's life is worth On the side of a hill, a little cloud weeps And waters the gray with its silent tears While a soldier cleans a polishes a gun That ended a life at the age of seven years And the war rages on in the land called somewhere And generals order their men to kill And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten While a little cloud weeps on the side of a hill |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
On the side of a hill, in a land called somewhere
A little boy lies asleep in the earth While down in the valley a crew orages And people forget what a child's life is worth On the side of a hill, a little cloud weeps And waters the gray with its silent tears While a soldier cleans a polishes a gun That ended a life at the age of seven years And the war rages on in the land called somewhere And generals order their men to kill And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten While a little cloud weeps on the side of a hill |
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from Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
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 'Neat 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 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 signs 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 Paul Simon - The Paul Simon Songbook (1965)
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 'Neat 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 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 signs 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)
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 - 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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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
Blessed are the meek
for they shall in herit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon spat upon ratted on O Lord why have you forsaken me I got no place to go I've walked around So ho for the last night or so Ah but it doesn't matter no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers pot sellers illusion dwellers O Lord why have you forsaken me My words trickle down from a wound That I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass window pane glass Blessed is the church service makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers cheap hookers groovy lookers O Lord why have you forsaken me I have tended my own garden much too long |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows. Blessed are the sat upon, Spat upon, Ratted on, O Lord, Why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go, I've walked around Soho for the last night or so. Ah, but it doesn't matter, no. Blessed is the land and the kingdom. Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to. Blessed are the meth drinkers, Pot sellers, Illusion dwellers. O Lord, Why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down, like a wound That I have no intention to heal. Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass. Blessed is the church service makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, Cheap hookers, Groovy lookers. O Lord, Why have you forsaken me? I have tended my own garden Much too long. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues run the game Send out for whiskey, baby, Send out for gin Me and room service, honey Me and room service, babe Me and room service, whoa We're livin' a life of sin When I ain't drinkin', baby You are on my mind When I ain't sleepin', honey When I ain't sleepin', momma When I ain't sleepin', well You know you'll find me crying Catch a boat to England, baby, Maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues run the game Livin' is a gamble, baby Lovin's much the same Wherever I have played Wherever I throw those dice Wherever I have played The blues run the game Maybe when I'm older, baby Someplace down the line I'll wake up older So much older, momma Wake up older And I'll just stop all my tryin' Catch a boat to England, baby, Maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues are all the same |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
A winter's dat in a deep and dark December
I am alone Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock I am an island I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty that none may penetrate I have no need of friendship, friendship cause pain. It's laughter ad it's loving I disdain. I am a rock I am an island Don't talk of love Well. I've heard the words before. It's sleeping in my memory I won't distrub the slumber of feelings that have died If I never loved I never would have cried I am a rock I am an island I have my books and my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor, hinding in my room, safe within mt womb I touch no one touches me. I am a rock I am an island And a rock feels no pain Abd an island never cries |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Topping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To England where my heart lies My minds's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep And kiss you when you start your day And a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to thyme And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain drenched streets To England where my heart lies My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep kiss you when you start your day as a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
I was twenty one years
when I wrote this song twenty two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl I held her close but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand I threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripple run away And they never made a sound And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Hello hello hello hello Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye That's all there is And the leaves that are green turn to brown |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. I held her close, but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. I threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripples run away And they never made a sound. And the leaves that are green turned to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. Hello, Hello, Hello, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, That's all there is. And the leaves that are green turned to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around. Born into society, a banker's only child, He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style. But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory. The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes: Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show. And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got. But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory. He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch, And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much, So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head." But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around Born into society, a banker's only child He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got But I, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head" But I, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
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 But I've got to creep down the alley way Fly down the highway Before they come to catch me I'll be gone Somewhere they can't find me Oh baby, you don't know what I've done I've committed a crime, I've broken the law While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me I held up and robbed a liquor store But I've got to creep down the alley way Fly down the highway Before they come to catch me I'll be gone Somewhere they can't find me Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion A scene badly written in which I must play And though it puts me uptight to leave you I know it's not right to leave you The morning is just a few hours away But I've got to creep down the alley way Fly down the highway Before they come to catch me I'll be gone Somewhere they can't find me |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds Of Silence (1966)
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight. But I've got to creep down the alley way, Fly down the highway, Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. Somewhere they can't find me. Oh baby, you don't know what I've done, I've committed a crime, I've broken the law. While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, I held up and robbed a liquor store. But I've got to creep down the alley way, Fly down the highway, Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. Somewhere they can't find me. Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, A scene badly written in which I must play. And thought it puts me up tight to leave you, I know it's not right to leave you, When morning is just a few hours away. But I've got to creep down the alley way, Fly down the highway, Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. Somewhere they can't find me. |
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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 - 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)
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 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 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 - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a raga-muffin child Pointed finger-painted smile I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no boreders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question why And they linger there to die They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
Through the corridors of sleep
Past shadows dark and deep my mind dances and leaps in confusion I don?t know what is real I can?t touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion Chorus: So I?ll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end and flowers never bend with the rainfall The mirror on my wall cast an image dark and small but I?m not sure at all it?s my reflection I?m blinded by the light of God, and truth and right and I wander in the night without direction Chorus (It?s) no matter if you?re born to play the king or pawn for the line is thinly drawn ?tween joy and sorrow so my fantasy becomes reality and I must be, what I must be, and face tomorrow Chorus |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
what a dream I had
Pressed in Organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smocky burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets down Past the shop displays I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alleyways As I walked on And when you ran to me Your cheeks fleshed with the night We walked on frosted fields Of juniper and lamplight I held your hand And when I awoke And felt you warm and near I kissed your honey hair With my grateful tears Oh,I live you girl Oh,I love you |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band. Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound, Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me. Ev'ry day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines. And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be, Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound, Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me. Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend. But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me. Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound, Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me. Silently for me. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle Or a child's uneven scrawl Up a narrow flight of stairs In a narrow little room As I lie upon my bed In the early evening gloom Impaled on my wall My eyes can dimly see The pattern of my life And the puzzle that is me From the moment of my birth To the instant of my death There are patterns I must follow Just as I must breathe each breath Like a rat in a maze The path before my lies And the pattern never alters Until the rat dies And the pattern still remains On the wall where darkness fell And it's fitting that it should For in darkness I must dwell Like the color of my skin Or the day that I grow old My life is made of patterns That can scarcely be controlled |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle Or a child's uneven scrawl Up a narrow flight of stairs In a narrow little room As I lie upon my bed In the early evening gloom Impaled on my wall My eyes can dimly see The pattern of my life And the puzzle that is me From the moment of my birth To the instant of my death There are patterns I must follow Just as I must breathe each breath Like a rat in a maze The path before my lies And the pattern never alters Until the rat dies And the pattern still remains On the wall where darkness fell And it's fitting that it should For in darkness I must dwell Like the color of my skin Or the day that I grow old My life is made of patterns That can scarcely be controlled |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy. Hello lamppost, What cha knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing. Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' doo-doo, Feelin' groovy. Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep. I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. Let the morning time drop all its petals on me. Life, I love you, All is groovy. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme (1966)
Do people have a tendency to dump on you?
Does your group have more cavities than theirs? Do all the hippies seem to get the jump on you? Do you sleep alone when others sleep in pairs? Well there's no need to complain We'll eliminate your pain We can neutralize your brain You'll feel just fine Now Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! Do figures of authority just shoot you down? Is life within the business world a drag? Did your boss just mention that you'd better shop around To find yourself a more productive bag? Are you worried and distressed? Can't seem to get no rest? Put our product to the test You'll feel just fine Now Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! You'd better hurry up and order one Our limited supply is very nearly gone Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate? Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball? Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend's just a little late? Are you looking for a way to chuck it all? We can end your daily strife At a reasonable price You've seen it advertised in Life You'll feel just fine Now Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Bookends (1968)
Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm It's a light and tumble journey From the East Side to the park Just a fine and fancy ramble To the zoo But you can take the crosstown bus If it's raining or it's cold And the animals will love it If you do If ya do now Something tells me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm The monkeys stand for honesty Giraffes are insincere And the elephants are kindly but they're dumb Ourang-outangs are skeptical Of changes in their cages And the zookeeper is very fond of rum Zebras are reactionaries Antelopes are missionaries Pigeons plot in secrecy And hamsters turn on frequently What a gas Ya gotta come and see At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Time it was and what a time it was. It was a time of innocence. A time of confidences. Long ago it must be, I have a photograph, Preserve your memories, They're all that's left you |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Time it was and what a time it was. It was a time of innocence. A time of confidences. Long ago it must be, I have a photograph, Preserve your memories, They're all that's left you |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
When she goes, she's gone. If she stays, she stays here. The girl does what she wants to do. She knows what she wants to do. And I know I'm fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. I'm such a dubious soul, And a walk in the garden Wears me down. Tangled in the fallen vines, Pickin' up the punch lines, I've just been fakin' it, Not really makin' it. Is there any danger? No, no, not really. Just lean on me. Takin' time to treat Your friendly neighbors honestly. I've just been fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it. Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor. ("Good morning, Mr. Leitch. Have you had a busy day?") I own the tailor's face and hands I am the tailor's face and hands and I know I'm fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it. |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
And here's to you Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo God bless you please Mrs Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey hey hey hey We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here's to you Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo God bless you please Mrs Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey hey hey hey Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids Coo coo ca choo Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo God bless you please Mrs Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey hey hey hey Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates debate Laugh about it shout about it When you've got to choose Every way you look at it you lose Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio A nation turns its lonely eyes to you Woo woo woo What's that you say Mrs Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away Hey hey hey hey hey hey |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin´ through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blowin´ through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters We sleep separately And drop a smile passing in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time Is tapping on my forehead Hanging from my mirror Rattling the teacups And I wonder How long can I delay? We're just a habit Like Saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on The thought of leaving you I stop I stop and think it over |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxin' a while, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who 'casionally plays L.A. Casually glancing at his toupee Wish I was an English muffin 'Bout to make the most out of a toaster I'd ease myself down Comin' up brown I prefer boysenberry More than any ordinary jam I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan Ah, South California If I become a first lieutenant Would you put my photo on your piano? "To Maryjane- Best wishes, Martin" (Old Roger draft-dodger Leavin' by the basement door) Everybody knows what he's Tippy-toeing down there for |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends (1968)
Good God! Don't jump! A boy sat on the ledge An old man who had fainted was revived And everyone agreed 'twould be a miracle indeed If the boy survived "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother The woman from the supermarket Ran to call the cops "He must be high on something" someone said Though it never made The New York Times In The Daily News, the caption read "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother (Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again) A patrol car passing by Halted to a stop Said officer MacDougal in dismay: "The force can't do a decent job 'Cause the kids got no respect For the law today (and blah blah blah)" "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother "Oh what's becoming of the children?" People asking each other When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd And it made them wild In an atmosphere of freaky holiday When the spotlight hit the boy And the crowd began to cheer He flew away |
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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 - 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 - Bridge Over Troulbed Water (1970)
My daddy was the family bassman
My mamma was an engineer And I was born one dark gray morn With music coming in my ears In my ears They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel My daddy was a prominent frogman My mamma's in the Naval Reserve When I was young I carried a gun But I never got the chance to serve I did not serve They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel My daddy got a big promotion My mamma got a raise in pay There's no one home, we're all alone Oh come into my room and play Yes we can play I'm not talking about your pigtails But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel |
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from Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troulbed Water (1970)
When you're weary, feeling small 그대 지치고 스스로가 초라하게 느낄때 When tears are in your eyes, 그대 눈에 눈물이 고일때 I will dry them all 내가 눈물을 닦아줄께요 I'm on your side, 난 당신 곁에 있습니다. Oh, when times get rough 곤경의 순간이 닥쳐오고 And friends just can't be found 친구들을 찾을 수 없을때... Like a bridge over troubled water, 거친 충랑속에서도 버티는 다리처럼 I will lay me down 난 나를 낮추겠습니다. Like a bridge over troubled water, 거친 충랑속에서도 버티는 다리처럼 I will lay me down 난 나를 낮추겠습니다 When you're down and out, 그대가 의기소침해져 When you're on the street 거리위를 방황 할때, When evening falls so hard, 저녁 어둠이 내려앉아 아주 힘겨워할때 I will comfort you 나는 그대를 위로하며 힘을 줄 것입니다. I'll take your part, 난 그대편이 될것입니다. Oh, when darkness comes 오, 어둠이 오고 And pain is all around 고통이 주위에 가득할 때..... Like a bridge over troubled water, 거친 충랑속에서도 버티는 다리처럼 I will lay me down 난 나를 낮추겠습니다. Like a bridge over troubled water, 거친 충랑속에서도 버티는 다리처럼 I will lay me down 난 나를 낮추겠습니다 |
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