Simon & Garfunkel (76,74 %)
Bookends (70,68 %)
In collection
Released: 1968-04-03
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
4
Year (1968):
13
Decade (1960's):
77
Overall:
829
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1.
Bookends Theme
 00:32
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2.
Save the Life of My Child
 02:48
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3.
America
 03:35
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4.
Overs
 02:19
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5.
Voices of Old People
 02:07
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6.
Old Friends
02:35
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7.
Bookends
 01:24
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8.
Fakin' It
03:19
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9.
Punky's Dilemma
02:17
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10.
Mrs. Robinson
04:05
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11.
A Hazy Shade of Winter
 02:17
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12.
At the Zoo
02:22
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Album length:
29:40
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Lyrics |
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1.
Bookends Theme
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2.
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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3.
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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Overs
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5.
Voices of Old People
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6.
Old Friends
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7.
Bookends
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8.
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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10.
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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11.
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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12.
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 |