United StatesSimon & Garfunkel

Artist rating: 76.74 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 76.74 % (1970)
Most recent trend: 79.92 % (1970)
Highest trend: 79.92 % (1970)

Albums
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Statistics

Data

Formed: 1956

Formed 66 years ago
 

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Members

Art Garfunkel, Paul Simon

Genres

1966
71.74 %
1966
87.29 %
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1970
83.03 %
1999
80.09 %

Bookends

Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends
70.68 %
(2016-12-23)
Release date: 1968-04-03
Type: studio

In collection: CD (2008-12-23)
 
Average song length: 02:28
Average song rating:

Ranking

Simon & Garfunkel:
4
/
5
Year (1968):
13
/
38
Decade (1960's):
67
/
204
Overall:
715
/
2642

Tracks

Credits

Lyrics

Bookends Theme
00:32
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Save the Life of My Child
02:48
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"Good God! Don't jump!"
A boy sat on the ledge.
An old man who had fainted was revived.
And everyone agreed it would 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.

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.
"What's becoming of the children?"
People asking each other.

When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd
And made them wild
In an atmosphere of freaky holiday.
When the spotlight hit the boy,
The crowd began to cheer,
He flew away.

"Oh, my Grace, I got no hiding place."
America
03:35
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Let us be lovers
We'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes
And Mrs. Wagner'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 hitchhike from Saginaw
All come to look for America
All 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"

"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 come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America
Overs
02:19
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Voices of Old People
02:07
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Old Friends
02:35
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Bookends
01:24
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Fakin' It
03:19
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When she goes, she's gone.
If she stays, she stays here.
The girl does what she wants to do.
She knows what she wants to do.
And I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.

I'm such a dubious soul,
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines,
Pickin' up the punch lines,
I've just been fakin' it,
Not really makin' it.

Is there any danger?
No, no, not really.
Just lean on me.
Takin' time to treat
Your friendly neighbors honestly.
I've just been fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it,
I still haven't shaken it.

Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor.
("Good morning, Mr. Leitch.
Have you had a busy day?")
I own the tailor's face and hands.
I am the tailor's face and hands and
I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it,
I still haven't shaken it.
Punky's Dilemma
02:17
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Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies,
Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style,
Talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'ly 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.
Mrs. Robinson
04:05
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And here's to you Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know - wo, wo, wo
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray - hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here's to you Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know - wo, wo, wo
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray - hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinson's affair
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo-ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know - wo, wo, wo
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray - hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it when you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it you lose

Where have you gone, Joe Di Maggio?
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
A Hazy Shade of Winter
02:17
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Time, time, time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside, it'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 now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

A-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

Ah, seasons changed with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me

At any convenient time
Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
At the Zoo
02:22
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Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo
I do believe it, I do believe it's true
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Oh ho ho ho
Mmm, mmm, mmm

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
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Oh ho ho ho
Mmm, mmm, mmm

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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