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words by Paul Simon; music by Paul Simon and Forere Motlobeloa)
It was a slow day And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shop windows The bomb in the baby carriage Was wired to the radio These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky Therse are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry Don't cry It was a dry wind And it swept across the desert And it curled into the circle of birth And the dead sand Falling on the children The mothers and the fathers And the automatic earth These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky Therse are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry Don't cry It's a turn-around jump shot It's everybody jump start It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts Medicine is magical and magical is art The Boy in the Bubble And the baby with the baboon heart And I believe These are the days of lasers in the jungle Lasers in the jungle somewhere Staccato signals of constant information A loose affiliation of millionaires And billionaires and baby These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky Therse are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry Don't cry |
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| 2. |
| 4:52 |
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The Mississippi delta
Was shining like a national guitar I am following the river, down the highway Through the cradle of the Civil War I'm going to Graceland, Graceland In Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland 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 Graceland She 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 blow I'm going to Graceland Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and Pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And 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 Graceland There 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 sees the wind blow In Graceland, in 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 Graceland Whoa-oh-oh-oh, in Graceland, in Graceland,in Graceland I'm going to Graceland |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 |
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She looked me over And I guess she thought I was all right All right in a sort of a limited way For an off-night She said don't I know you From the cinematographer's party I said who am I To blow against the wind I know what I know I'll sing what I said We come and we go That's a thing that I keep In the back of my head She said there's something about you That really reminds me of money She is the kind of a girl Who could say things that Weren't that funny I said what does that mean I really remind you of money She said who am I To blow against the wind I know what I know I'll sing what I said We come and we go That's a thing that I keep In the back of my head She moved so easily All I could think of was sunlight I said aren't you the women Who was recently given a Fulbright She said don't I know you From the cinematographer's party I said who am I To blow against the wind I know what I know I'll sing what I said We come and we go That's a thing that I keep In the back of my head |
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| 4. |
| 2:45 |
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I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my position On this friend of mine who had A little bit of a breakdown I said breakdowns come And breakdowns go So what are you going to do about it That's what I'd like to know You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could It was in the early morning hours When I fell into a phone call Believing I had supernatural powers I slammed into a brick wall I said hey, is this my problem? Is this my fault? If that's the way it's going to be I'm going to call the whole thing to a halt You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could I was walking down the street When I thought I heard this voice say Say, ain't we walking down the same street together On the very same day I said hey Senorita that's astute I said why don't we get together And call ourselves an institute You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could |
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| 5. |
| 5:51 |
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a-wa) O kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes He's a poor boy Empty as a pocket Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose Sing Ta na na Ta na na na She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes People say she's crazy She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Well that's one way to lose these Walking blues Diamonds on the soles of her shoes She was physically forgotten Then she slipped into my pocket With my car keys She said you've taken me for granted Because I please you Wearing these diamonds And I could say Oo oo oo As if everybody knows What I'm talking about As if everybody here would know Exactly what I was talking about Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes She makes the sign of a teaspoon He makes the sign of a wave The poor boy changes clothes And puts on after-shave To compensate for his ordinary shoes And she said honey take me dancing But they ended up by sleeping In a doorway By the bridges and the lights on Upper Broadway Wearing diamonds on the soles of her shoes And I could say Oo oo oo And everybody here would know What I was talking about I mean everybody here would know exactly What I was talking about Talking about diamonds People say I'm crazy I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes Well that's one way to lose These walking blues Diamonds on the soles of your shoes |
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| 6. |
| 4:41 |
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A man walks down the street,
He says, Why am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle? The rest of my life is so hard! I need a photo-opportunity, I want a shot at redemption! Don't want to end up a cartoon, In a cartoon graveyard ..... Bonedigger, Bonedigger, Dogs in the moonlight. Far away, my well-lit door. Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly, Get these mutts away from me! You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore .... If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! A man walks down the street, He says, Why am I short of attention? Got a short little span of attention, And whoa, my nights are so long! Where's my wife and family? What if I die here? Who'll be my role-model? Now that my role-model is .... Gone ...... gone, He ducked back down the alley, With some roly-poly, little bat-faced girl. All along .... along .... There were incidents and accidents, There were hints and allegations ..... If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! Call me Al ...... A man walks down the street, It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the Third World. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the language, He holds no currency. He is a foreign man, He is surrounded by the sound, sound .... Cattle in the marketplace. Scatterlings and orphanages. He looks around, around ..... He sees angels in the architecture, Spinning in infinity, He says, Amen! and Hallelujah! If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! You can call me Al ...... More Lyrics |
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| 7. |
| 3:37 |
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Joseph's face was black as night The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes His path was marked By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere And he walked his days Under African skies This is the story of how we begin to remember This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein After the dream of falling and calling your name out These are the roots of rhythm And the roots of rhythm remain In early memory Mission music Was ringing 'round my nursery door I said take this child, Lord From Tucson Arizona Give her the wings to fly through harmony And she won't bother you no more This is the story of how we begin to remember This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein After the dream of falling and calling your name out These are the roots of rhythm And the roots of rhythm remain Joseph's face was black as night And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes His path was marked By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere And he walked the length of his days Under African skies |
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| 8. |
| 3:49 |
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Emaweni webaba Silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake We are homeless, we are homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake And we are homeless, homeless, homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Zio yami, zio yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami amakhaza asengi bulele Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami, angibulele amakhaza Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami somandla angibulele mama Zio yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami Too loo loo, too loo loo Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo Too loo loo, too loo loo Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo Strong wind destroy our home Many dead, tonight it could be you Strong wind, strong wind Many dead, tonight it could be you And we are homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih) yitho omanqoba Esanqoba lonke ilizwe (ih hih ih hih ih) Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih) Esanqoba phakathi e England Yitho omanqoba Esanqoba phakathi e London Yitho omanqoba Esanqoba phakathi e England Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Kuluman Kulumani, Kulumani sizwe Singenze njani Baya jabula abasi thanda yo Ho |
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| 9. |
| 4:20 |
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(Paul Simon)
Fat Charlie the Archangel Slped into the room He said I have no opinion about this And I have no opinion about that Sad as a lonely little wrinkled balloon He said well I don't claim to be happy about this, boys And I don't seem to be happy about that I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of this crazy love She says she knows about jokes This time the joke is on me Well, I have no opinion about that And I have no opinion about me Somebody could walk into this room And say your life is on fire It's all over the evening news All about the fire in your life On the evening news I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love Fat Charlie the Archangel Files for divorce He says well this will eat up a year of my life And then there's all that weight to be lost She says the joke is on me I say the joke is on her I said I have no opinion about that Well, we'll just have to wait and confer I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of your love I don't want no part of this crazy love I don't want no part of this crazy love |
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| 10. |
| 2:53 |
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A long time ago, yeah Before you was born dude When I was still single And life was great I held this job as a traveling salesman That kept me moving from state to state Well, I'm standing on the corner of Lafayette State of Louisiana Wondering where a city boy could go To get a little conversation Drink a little red wine Catch a little bit of those Cajun girls Dancing to Zydeco Along come a young girl She's pretty as a prayerbook Sweet as an apple on Christmas day I said good gracious can this be my luck If that's my prayerbook Lord let us pray Well, I'm standing on the corner of Lafayette State of Louisiana Wondering where a city boy could go To get her in a conversation Drink a little red wine Dance to the music of Clifton Chenier The King of the Bayou Well, that was your mother And that was your father Before you was born dude When life was great You are the burden of my generation I sure do love you But let's get that straight Well, I'm standing on the corner of Lafayette Arcoss the street from The Public Heading down to the Lone Star Cafe Maybe get a little conversation Drink a little red wine Standing in the shadow of Clifton Chenier Dancing the night away |
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| 11. |
| 3:19 |
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Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I've seen them all and man They're all the same Well, the sun gets weary And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Out in the Indian Ocean somewhere There's a former army post Abandoned now just like the war And there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives the former talk-show host Far and wide his name was known He said there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's why we must learn to live alone |
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| 12. |
| 2:29 |
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Emaweni webaba Silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Webaba silale maweni Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake We are homeless, we are homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake And we are homeless, homeless, homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Zio yami, zio yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami amakhaza asengi bulele Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami, angibulele amakhaza Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami somandla angibulele mama Zio yami, nhliziyo yami Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami Too loo loo, too loo loo Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo Too loo loo, too loo loo Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo Strong wind destroy our home Many dead, tonight it could be you Strong wind, strong wind Many dead, tonight it could be you And we are homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih) yitho omanqoba Esanqoba lonke ilizwe (ih hih ih hih ih) Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih) Esanqoba phakathi e England Yitho omanqoba Esanqoba phakathi e London Yitho omanqoba Esanqoba phakathi e England Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody sing hello, hello, hello Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih Somebody cry why, why, why? Kuluman Kulumani, Kulumani sizwe Singenze njani Baya jabula abasi thanda yo Ho |
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| 13. |
| 4:43 |
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a-wa) O kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes He's a poor boy Empty as a pocket Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose Sing Ta na na Ta na na na She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes People say she's crazy She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Well that's one way to lose these Walking blues Diamonds on the soles of her shoes She was physically forgotten Then she slipped into my pocket With my car keys She said you've taken me for granted Because I please you Wearing these diamonds And I could say Oo oo oo As if everybody knows What I'm talking about As if everybody here would know Exactly what I was talking about Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes She makes the sign of a teaspoon He makes the sign of a wave The poor boy changes clothes And puts on after-shave To compensate for his ordinary shoes And she said honey take me dancing But they ended up by sleeping In a doorway By the bridges and the lights on Upper Broadway Wearing diamonds on the soles of her shoes And I could say Oo oo oo And everybody here would know What I was talking about I mean everybody here would know exactly What I was talking about Talking about diamonds People say I'm crazy I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes Well that's one way to lose These walking blues Diamonds on the soles of your shoes |
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| 3:17 |
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Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I've seen them all and man They're all the same Well, the sun gets weary And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Out in the Indian Ocean somewhere There's a former army post Abandoned now just like the war And there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the lights come up On the black pit town Somebody says what's a better thing to do Well, it's not just me And it's not just you This is all around the world Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives the former talk-show host Far and wide his name was known He said there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's why we must learn to live alone |
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