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The mama pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station When the papa found out he began to shout And he started the investigation 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 Everytime 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 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 And when the radical priest Come 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 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 Me and Julio down by the schoolyard |
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I'm sitting 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. [Chorus] 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, [Chorus] 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. [Chorus] Silently for me. |
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| 4:03 |
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AMERICAN TUNE
(words by Paul Simon music by JS Bach) Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused And I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused. But it's all right, it's 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. I don't know a soul who's not been battered Don't have a friend who feels at ease Don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to its knees. But it's all right, all right, We've lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on, I wonder what went wrong, I can't help it I wonder what went wrong. And I dreamed I was flying. I dreamed my soul rose unexpectedly, and looking back down on me, smiled reassuringly, and I dreamed I was dying. And far above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty, drifting away to sea And I dreamed I was flying. We come on a ship we call the Mayflower, We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come at the age's most uncertain hour And sing the American tune But it's all right, its all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest, That's all, I'm trying to get some rest. filename[ AMERTUNE SS ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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| 4. |
| 4:06 |
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(intro introuctions)
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 could, I surely would. Chorus Away, I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man grows older every day It 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 could, I surely would. Chorus ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DANIEL A. ROBLES, JORGE MILCHBERG <i>Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC</i> |
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| 5:08 |
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Couple in the next room
bound to win a prize they've been going at it all night long Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep but these motel walls are cheap Lincoln Duncan is my name and here's my song here's my song My father was a fisherman my mama was a fisherman's friend and I was born in the boredom and the chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in the Maritimes headed down the turnpike for New England sweet New England Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans I was left without a penny in my pocket Oooowee I was about as destituted as a kid could be and I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it I'd like to hock it A young girl in a parkin' lot was preaching to a crowd singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible Well I told her I was lost and she told all about the Pentecost and I seen that girl as the road to my survival Just later on the very same night when I crept to her tent with a flashlight and my long years of innocence ended well she took me to the woods sayin' Here comes something and it feels so good and just like a dog I was befriended I was befriended Oh oh what a night oh what a garden of delight Even now that sweet memory lingers I was playing my guitar lyin' underneath the stars just thankin' the Lord for my fingers for my fingers |
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| 6:09 |
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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 (hmmmm....mmmm......) 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... li la la la li la li) (Li la li... li la la la li la li) (La la la la li...) Seeking 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 (li la la, la, la la) 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... li la la la li la li) (Li la li... li la la la li la li) (La la la 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 reminder 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... li la la la li la li) (Li la li... li la la la li la li) (La la la la li...) (Li la la la li la li) (Li la li... li la la la li la li) (La la la la li...) (Li la la la li la li) (Li la li... li la la la li la li) |
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| 4:11 |
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No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine. I can't for the life of me Remember a sadder day I know they say let it be But it just don't work out that way And the course of a lifetime runs Over and over again No I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine. I just can t believe it's so Though it seems strange to say I never been laid so low In such a mysterious way And the course of a lifetime runs Over and over again But I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day When the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh the mother and child reunion Is only a moment away |
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| 4:16 |
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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 'Neat 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 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 it's 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 whispered in the sounds of silence |
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| 7:11 |
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The bridge of troubled water
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 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, oh, when darkness 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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| 3:12 |
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Words & music by paul simon
When I was a little boy, (when I was just a boy) And the devil would call my name (when I was just a boy) I'd say "now who do, Who do you think you're fooling? " (when I was just a boy) I'm a consecrated boy (when I was just a boy) I'm a singer in a sunday choir Oh , my mama loves, she loves me She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me She love me, love me, love me, love me When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man) And the devil would call my name (grown to be a man) I'd say "now who do, Who do you think you're fooling? " (grown to be a man) I'm a consummated man (grown to be a man) I can snatch a little purity My mama loves me, she loves me She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me She love me, love me, love me, love me And if I was president (was the president) The minute congress call my name (was the president) I'd say "who do, Who do you think you're fooling? (who do you think you're fooling) I've got the presidential seal (was the president) I'm up on the presidential podium My mama loves me She loves me She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me Fade out: She love me, love me, love me, love me (loves me like a rock) |
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| 4:39 |
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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 hitch-hike 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 bow tie 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, Thought 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. |
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