Simon & Garfunkel Concert in Central Park |
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Mrs. Robinson |
Mrs.
Robinson (3:52)
(From the motion picture The Graduate) P. Simon, 1968 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, it's 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 fternoon Going to the candidate's 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? Our 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
P. Simon, 1966 I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination, mmm On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand And every 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 Every day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me The movies and the factories And every 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 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
P. Simon, 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 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 I've 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 bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat" "We smoked the last one an hour ago" So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping "I'm empty and I'm 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 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
Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard (3:22) P. Simon, 1971 The mama pajama rolled out of bed She ran to the police station When the papa found out, he began to shout And he started the investigation And it's against the law, it was against the law What the mama saw, it was against the law The mama looked down and spit on the ground Every time my name gets mentioned The papa said, "Oy, if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention" Well, I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard In a couple of days they come and take me away But the press let the story leak Now when the radical priest came to get me released We was all on the cover of Newsweek And I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going But I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966 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 Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Without no seam nor needlework Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme And to gather it all in a bunch of heather 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
P. Simon, 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
F. Bryant/B. Bryant, 1957 Wake up, little Susie, wake up Wake up, little Susie, wake up We both fell sound asleep Wake up, little Susie, and weep The movie's over, it's four o'clock, and we're in trouble deep Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Well, what are we gonna tell your Mama? What are we gonna tell your Pop? What are we gonna tell our friends when they say "Ooh la la"? Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Well, I told your Mama that you'd be in by ten Well, Susie baby, looks like we goofed again Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie We gotta go home Wake up, little Susie, wake up Wake up, little Susie, wake up The movie wasn't so hot It didn't have much of a plot We fell asleep, our goose is cooked, our reputation is shot Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Well, what are we gonna tell your Mama? What are we gonna tell your Pop? What are we gonna tell our friends when they say "Ooh la la"? Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie Wake up, little Susie
Still Crazy After All These Years (3:55) P. Simon, 1974 I met my old lover on the street last night She seemed so glad to see me; I just smiled And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beer Still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years I'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize I seem to lean on old familiar ways And I ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears Still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years Four in the morning, tapped out, yawning Longing my life away I'll never worry; why should I? It's all gonna fade Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars go by I fear I'll do some damage one fine day But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Still crazy, still crazy Still crazy after all these years
P. Simon, 1973 Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken and certainly misused Ah, but I'm all right, I'm all right I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant So far away from home So far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered, I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's all right, it's all right For we lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me Smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying And high up above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty Sailing away to sea And I dreamed I was flying We come on the ship they call the Mayflower We come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hours and sing an American tune But it's all right, it's all right, it's all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest That's all, I'm trying to get some rest
P. Simon, 1978 The first thing I remember I was lying in my bed I couldn't have been no more than one or two I remember there's a radio comin' from the room next door And my mother laughed the way some ladies do Well, it's late in the evening and all the music's seeping through The next thing I remember I am walking down the street I'm feeling all right, I'm with my boys, I'm with my troops, yeah And down along the avenue some guys were shootin' pool And I heard the sound of a cappella groups, yeah Singing late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar And I stepped outside to smoke myself a J And when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play And it was late in the evening, and I blew that room away The first thing I remember when you came into my life I said I'm gonna get that girl no matter what I do Well, I guess I'd been in love before, and once or twice I been on the floor But I never loved no one the way that I loved you And it was late in the evening and all the music's seeping through The first thing I remember when you came into my life I said I'm gonna get that girl no matter what I do Well, I guess I'd been in love before, and once or twice I been on the floor But I never loved no one the way that I loved you And it was late in the evening and all the music's seeping through
P. Simon, 1977 Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away I know a man, he came from my home town He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown He said "Delores, I live in fear My love for you is so overpowering I'm afraid that I will disappear" Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away I know a woman, became a wife These are the very words she uses to describe her life She said "A good day ain't got not rain" She said "A bad day's when I lie in bed And I think of things that might have been" Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away And I know a father who had a son He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he had done He came a long way just to explain He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping Then he turned around and he headed home again Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away God only knows, God makes his plan The information's unavailable to the mortal man We're working our jobs, collect our pay Believe we're gliding down the highway When in fact we're slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away
B. Gallagher/G. Lyle, 1977 New York -- to that tall skyline I come Flyin' in from London to your door New York -- lookin' down on Central Park Where they say you should not wander after dark New York -- like a scene from all those movies But you're real enough to me, for there's a heart A heart that lives in New York A heart in New York arose on the street I write my song to that city heartbeat A heart in New York -- the love in her eyes An open door and a friend for the night New York -- you got money on your mind And my words won't make a dime's worth of difference So here's to you, New York P. Simon, 1973/C. Berry, R. Fratto, and A. Freed, 1955 When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school It's a wonder I can think at all And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none I can read the writing on the wall Kodachrome They give us those nice bright colors They give us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah I got a Nikon camera I love to take a photograph So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away If you took all the girls I knew when I was single And brought them all together for one night I know they'd never match my sweet imagination Everything looks better in black and white Kodachrome They give us those nice bright colors They give us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah I got a Nikon camera I love to take a photograph So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome Mama don't take my Kodachrome Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome Leave your boy so far from home Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing those things you used to do As I was motorvatin' over the hill I saw Maybellene in a Coup de Ville A Cadillac rollin' on the open road But nothing will outrace my V8 Ford The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five Bumper to bumper and side by side Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing those things you used to do The heat cooled down, the motor cooled down That's when I heard that highway sound The Cadillac sittin' like a ton of lead Hundred and ten half a mile ahead The Cadillac lookin' like it's standin' still And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing those things you used to do Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing those things you used to do
Bridge Over Troubled Water (4:48) P. Simon, 1969 When you're weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side When times get 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 When darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Sail on silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine 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
Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover (4:23) P. Simon, 1975 "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 So 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" Just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan Don't need to be coy, Roy Just listen to me Hop on the bus, Gus Don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free Just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan Don't need to be coy, Roy Just listen to me Hop on the bus, Gus 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 that 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 Just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan Don't need to be coy, Roy Just listen to me Hop on the bus, Gus Don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free Just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan Don't need to be coy, Roy Just listen to me Hop on the bus, Gus Don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free
P. Simon, 1968 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 jests Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest 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 Lie la lie... 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 Now the years are rolling by me They are rocking evenly I am older than I once was But younger than I'll be That's not unusual No, it isn't strange After changes upon changes We are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same Lie la lie... 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 Yes, he still remains Lie la lie...
P. Simon, 1968 Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench 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 park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear... 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
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (2:01) P. Simon, 1966 Slow down, you move too fast You've got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feeling groovy Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy Hello lampost, what'cha knowung I've come to watch your flowers growin' Ain'tcha got no rhymes for me Doo-it in doo doo, feeling 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 morningtime drop all its petals on me Life I love you, all is groovy
P. Simon, 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 turn 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 shared 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 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 sound of silence" |