Simon & Garfunkel (76,74 %)
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme (87,29 %)
In collection
Released: 1966-10-10
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
1
Year (1966):
1
Decade (1960's):
9
Overall:
121
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1.
Scarborough Fair/Canticle
 03:11
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2.
Patterns
 02:45
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3.
Cloudy
 02:15
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4.
Homeward Bound
02:30
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5.
The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine
 02:44
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6.
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
01:43
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7.
The Dangling Conversation
02:41
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8.
Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall
02:14
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9.
A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)
 02:13
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10.
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
02:04
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11.
A Poem on the Underground Wall
01:57
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12.
7 O'Clock News/Silent Night
01:59
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Album length:
28:16
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Lyrics |
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1.
Scarborough Fair/Canticle
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Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown Without no seam nor needle work Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Then she'll be a true love of mine Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to find me an acre of land On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Washes the grave with silvery tears Between the salt water and the sea strand A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme General order their soldiers to kill And to gather it all in a bunch of heather And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten Then she'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine |
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2.
Patterns
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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 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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Cloudy
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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 rag-a-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 borders, no boundaries. They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell. 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 floating questions, 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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4.
Homeward Bound
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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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5.
The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine
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6.
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
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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 Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy Hello lamppost, what cha knowin'? I've come to watch your flowers growin' Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' doo-doo, feelin' groovy Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life, I love you, all is groovy Ba da da da da da da... |
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The Dangling Conversation
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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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Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall
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Through the corridors of sleep Past the 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. 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 Casts an image dark and small But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I am blinded by the light Of God and truth and right And I wander in the night without direction. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And flowers never bend With the rainfall. 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. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And flowers never bend With the rainfall. |
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A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)
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10.
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
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What a dream I had Pressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smoky 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 love you girl Oh, I love you |
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A Poem on the Underground Wall
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12.
7 O'Clock News/Silent Night
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"This is the early evening edition of the news. 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 an 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 unless 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. |