Simon & Garfunkel (76,74 %)
Tales from New York: The Very Best of Simon & Garfunkel (80,09 %)
In collection
Released: 1999
Type: Compilation
Type: Compilation
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1.
The Sounds of Silence
 03:07
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Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.
 02:15
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3.
The Sun Is Burning
02:48
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Peggy-O
02:26
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5.
Benedictus
 02:39
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6.
He Was My Brother
02:50
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We've Got a Groovy Thing Goin'
 01:59
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8.
Homeward Bound
02:30
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9.
I Am a Rock
 02:51
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10.
Kathy's Song
03:19
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11.
April Come She Will
01:51
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12.
Leaves That Are Green
02:22
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13.
Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall
02:11
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14.
The Dangling Conversation
02:38
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15.
Scarborough Fair/Canticle
03:12
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16.
Patterns
02:47
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Cloudy
02:23
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18.
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
02:06
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19.
Save the Life of My Child
02:50
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20.
7 O'Clock News/Silent Night
02:03
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21.
A Hazy Shade of Winter
02:19
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22.
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
01:54
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23.
At the Zoo
02:24
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24.
Fakin' It
03:19
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25.
Punky's Dilemma
 02:14
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26.
You Don't Know Where You Interest Lies
02:20
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27.
Mrs. Robinson
04:04
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28.
Old Friends/Bookends
03:57
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29.
The Boxer
05:09
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30.
Baby Driver
03:16
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31.
Keep the Customer Satisfied
02:36
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32.
So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright
03:42
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33.
Bridge Over Troubled Water
04:52
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34.
Cecilia
02:56
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35.
The Only Living Boy in New York
03:59
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36.
Bye Bye Love
02:50
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37.
Song for the Asking
01:50
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38.
El Condor Pasa (If I Could)
03:07
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39.
America
03:36
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40.
My Little Town
03:51
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Album length:
00:55:22
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Lyrics |
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1.
The Sounds of Silence
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Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence |
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Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.
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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 light 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 twenty-five 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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The Sun Is Burning
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The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy breeze 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 their knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared |
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Peggy-O
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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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Benedictus
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Benedictus qui venit In nomine Domini In nomine In nomine In nomine Domini In nomine Domini In nomine In nomine In nomine Domini |
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He Was My Brother
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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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We've Got a Groovy Thing Goin'
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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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8.
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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I Am a Rock
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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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Kathy's Song
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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 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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April Come She Will
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April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old. |
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Leaves That Are Green
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Save the Life of My Child
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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." |
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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. |
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A Hazy Shade of Winter
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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 |
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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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At the Zoo
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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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Fakin' It
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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. |
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Punky's Dilemma
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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. |
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You Don't Know Where You Interest Lies
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You don't know that you love me You don't know but I know that you do You may think 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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Mrs. Robinson
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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 |
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Old Friends/Bookends
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Old Friends Old friends, old friends, Sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blown 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 Bookends 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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The Boxer
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I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest, mmh When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lei-la-lei... Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there - lalalalalalala Lei-la-lei... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me going home In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame 'I am leaving, I am leaving', but the fighter still remains, mmh Lei-la-lei... |
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Baby Driver
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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 ah What's my number I wonder how your engine feels Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engine feels. 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 ah What's my number I wonder how your engine feels Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engine feels. My daddy got a big promotion My mamma got a raise in pay There's no-one home, we're all alone Oh come int 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 ah What's my number I wonder how your engine feels. Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engine feels. |
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Keep the Customer Satisfied
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Gee but it's great to be back home Home is where I want to be. I've been on the road so long my friend, And if you came along I know you couldn't disagree. It's the same old story Everywhere I go, I get slandered, Libeled, I hear words I never heard In the Bible And I'm on step ahead of the shoe shine Two steps away from the county line Just trying to keep my customers satisfied, Satisfied. Deputy Sheriff said to me Tell me what you come here for, boy. You better get your bags and flee. You're in trouble boy, And you're heading into more. It's the same old story Everywhere I go, I get slandered, Libeled, I hear words I never heard In the Bible And I'm on step ahead of the shoe shine Two steps away from the county line Just trying to keep my customers satisfied, Satisfied. |
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So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright
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So long, Frank Lloyd Wright. I can't believe your song is gone so soon. I barely learned the tune So soon So soon. I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright. All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn. I never laughed so long So long So long. Architects may come and Architects may go and Never change your point of view. When I run dry I stop awhile and think of you So long, Frank Lloyd Wright All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn. I never laughed so long So long So long. Architects may come and Architects may go and Never change your point of view. When I run dry I stop awhile and think of you |
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Bridge Over Troubled Water
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When you're weary, feeling small, when tears are in your eyes I'll dry them all. I'm on your side oh, when times gets rough and friends just can't be found. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. When you're down and out when you're on the street. When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. I'll take your part oh, when evening comes and pain is all around. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Sail on silver girl, sail on by. Your time has come to shine all your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. Oh, if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. |
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Cecilia
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Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Oh, Celia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Come on home Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia Up in my bedroom - making love I got up to wash my face When I come back to bed Someone's taken my place Celia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Come on home Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Jubilation, she loves me again I fall on the floor and I'm laughing Jubilation, she loves me again I fall on the floor and I'm laughing |
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The Only Living Boy in New York
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Tom, get your plane right on time. I know your part'll go fine. Fly down to Mexico. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New York. I get the news I need on the weather report. I can gather all the news I need on the weather report. Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile. Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where, And we don't know here. Tom, get your plane right on time. I know you've been eager to fly now. Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York, The only living boy in New York. |
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Bye Bye Love
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Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye bye my love, goodbye There goes my baby With someone new She sure looks happy I sure am blue She was my baby Till he stepped in Goodbye to romance That might have been Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye bye my love, goodbye I'm through with romance I'm through with love I'm through with counting The stars above And here's the reason That I'm so free My loving baby Is through with me Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye bye my love, goodbye |
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Song for the Asking
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Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been waiting all my life Thinking it over, I've been sad Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad To change my ways for the asking Ask me and I will ply All the love that I hold inside |
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El Condor Pasa (If I Could)
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I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail. Yes, I would, if I could, I surely would, mm. I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. Yes, I would, if I only could, I surely would, mm. Away, I'd rather sail away like a swan, that's here and gone. A man gets tied up to the ground, he gives the world its saddest sound, its saddest sound. I'd rather be a forest than a street, Yes, I would, if I could, I surely would, mm. I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet. Yes, I would, if I only could, I surely would, mm. Away, I'd rather... |
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America
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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 |
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My Little Town
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In my little town I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all And he used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall my little town Coming home after school Flying my bike past the gates of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze And after it rains there's a rainbow And all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there It's just imagination they lack Everything's the same back in my little town In my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town In my little town, I never meant nothing I was just my father's son - mmm Saving my money, dreamin' of glory Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun Leaving nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town |