1.America
'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 we 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 gone 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 aching and i don't know why
Counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
They've all gone to look for america
All gone to look for america
All gone to look for america
2.At The Zoo
Someone told me
It's all happening at the zoo.
I do believe it,
I do believe it's true.
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.
Somethin' tells me
It's all happening at the zoo.
The monkeys stand for honesty,
Giraffes are insincere,
And the elephants are kindly but
They're dumb.
Orangutans 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! you gotta come and see
At the zoo.
3.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
4.Bridge Over Troubled Water
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 pains 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 silvergirl,
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.
5.Cecilia
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
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
Jubilation, she loves me again,
I fall on the floor and i laughing,
Jubilation, she loves me again,
I fall on the floor and i laughing
6.El Condor Pasa(If I Could)
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes i would, if i could, i surely would
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes i would, if i only could, i surely would
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
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes i would, if i only could, i surely would
7.Fakin' It
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.
8.For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
What i 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 alley ways,
As i walked on.
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed 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.
9.Hazy Shade Of Winter
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
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
Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But 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...
10.Homeward Bound
I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
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
Everyday'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 emptyness 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
Silently for me
11.I Am A Rock
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.
12.Mrs. Robinson
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 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 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 dimaggio
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)
13.My Little Town
Words：paul simon 1975
music：paul simon 1975
In my little town
I grew up believ--ing
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 our 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 imagin-ation they lack
Everything's the same
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
In my little town
I never meant nothin'
I was just my fathers son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Repeat and fade：
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
14.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 sunset
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
15.Scarborough Fair／canticle
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,
(a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
Without no seams 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.
(sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
(war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(general order their soldiers to kill)
And 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.
16.Song For The Asking
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
17.The 59th Street Bridge Song
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.
Hello lamppost,
What cha knowing？
I've come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me？
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' groovy.
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.
18.The Boxer
I am just a poor boy and my story's seldom told
I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such
are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm
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, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged
people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Li la li...
Asking only workman's wages, i come lookin' for a job, but i get
no offers
Just a comeon from the whores on 7th 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 rockin' even me
I am older than i once was, and 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
Li la li...
And i'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing i was gone, goin'
home
Where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me
to go 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
'til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, i am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains
Li la li...
19.The Dangling Conversation
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,
Are 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
Lost in 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.
20.The Only Living Boy In New York
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.
21.The Sound Of Silence
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 deared
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 signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
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