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America.. Take a bow.
It’s hard to believe Paul Simon’s magical opus GRACELAND is twenty five years young this year.
The diminutive genius makes his way to Dublin this summer on it’s anniversary tour.
One of the greatest singer/songwriters to indeed grace America and the world, please feel free to post your faves from Simon’s extensive solo catalogue..The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil warI’m going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I’m going to GracelandPoorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I’ve reason to believe
We both will be received
In GracelandShe comes back to tell me she’s gone
As if I didn’t know that
As if I didn’t know my own bed
As if I’d never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blowI’m going to Graceland
Memphis Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to GracelandAnd my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I’m looking at ghosts and empties
But I’ve reason to believe
We all will be received
In GracelandThere is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I’m falling flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Whoa so this is what she means,
She means we’re bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blowOoo in Graceland Graceland
I’m going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There’s some part of me wants to see
Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love every ending
Or maybe there’s no obligations now
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In GracelandOh in Graceland Graceland Graceland
i’m going to GracelandSo love…. The Sound of Silence
“Paul Simon took 6 months to write the lyrics, which are about man’s lack of communication with his fellow man. He averaged one line a day.”
– songfacts The Sound of Silence – 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 ..
Wonderful!
@pepsi wrote:
So love…. The Sound of Silence
“Paul Simon took 6 months to write the lyrics, which are about man’s lack of communication with his fellow man. He averaged one line a day.”
– songfacts The Sound of Silence – 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 ..
Wonderful!
agreed pepsi
You’ve got the cool water
When the fever runs high
You’ve got the look of lovelight
In your eyes
And I was in crazy motion
‘Til you calmed me down
It took a little time
But you calmed me downWhen something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
I’m the first to admit it
But the last one to know
When something goes right
Oh, it’s likely to lose me
It’s apt to confuse me
It’s such an unusual sight
Oh, I can’t get used to something so right
Something I can’t so rightThey got a wall in China
It’s a thousand miles long
To keep out the foreigners
They made it strong
And I got a wall around me
That you can’t even see
It took a little time
To get next to meWhen something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
I’m the first to admit it
But the last one to know
When something goes right
Oh, it’s likely to lose me
It’s apt to confuse me
Because it’s such an unusual sight
Oh, I swear, I can’t get used to something so right
Something so rightSome people never say the words
“I love you”
It’s not their style
To be so bold
Some people never say those words
“I love you”
But like a child they’re longing to be toldWhen something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
I’m the first to admit it
But the last one to know
When something goes right
Oh, it’s likely to lose meIt’s apt to confuse me
Because it’s such an unusual sight
I swear, I can’t get used to something so right
Something so right
Something so right© 1973 Words and Music by Paul Simon
The Cool, Cool River
Moves like a fist through traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
It’s just a little lump
But you feel it
In the creases and the shadows
With a rattling, deep emotion
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white oceanYes, Boss–the government handshake
Yes, Boss–the crusher of language
Yes, Boss–Mr. Stillwater
The face at the edge of the banquet
The cool, the cool river
The cool, the cool riverI believe in the future
I may live in my car
My radio tuned to
The voice of a star
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears
Still at my sideAnger and no one can heal it
Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
A slide in a slide projector
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
The rage, the rage of love turns inward
To become prayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are
These prayers are the memory of God
The memory of GodAnd I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more
Maybe not in my lifetime
But in yours, I feel sure
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
For the mother’s restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run
Who says, “Hard times?
I’m used to them
The speeding planet burns
I’m used to that
My life’s so common it disappears”
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears©1990 Words and Music by Paul Simon
I feel good
It’s a fine day
The way the sun
Hits off the runway
A cloud shifts
The plane lifts
She moves onBut feel the bite
Whenever you believe that
You’ll be lost and
Love will find you
When the road bends
And the song ends
She moves onI know the reason
I Feel so blessed
My heart still splashes
Inside my chest
But she
She is like a top
She cannot stop
She moves onA sympathetic stranger
Lights a candle
In the middle of the night
Her voice cracks
She jumps back
But she moves onShe says
”Ooh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover”Then I fall to my knees
Shake a rattle at the skies
And I’m afraid that I’ll be taken
Abandoned
Forsaken
In her cold coffee eyesShe can’t sleep now
The moon is red
She fights a fever
She burns in bed
She needs to talk so
We take a walk
Down in the maroon lightShe says
”Maybe these emotions are
As near to love as love will ever be”
So I agreeThen the moon breaks
She takes the corner
That’s all she takes
She moves onShe says
”Ooh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover”Then I fall to my knees
I grow weak
I go slack
As if she captured
The breath of my
Voice in a bottle
And I can’t catch it back
No..But I feel good
It’s a fine day
The way the sun
Hits off the runway
A cloud shifts
The plane lifts
She moves on
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