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No I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reu-nion Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine. I cant for the life of me Remember a sadder day I know they say let it be But it just dont 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 reu-nion Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine. I just cant believe its so, And 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 reu-nion Is only a motion away, Oh, oh the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh the mother and child reu-nion Is only a moment away |
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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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Me And Julio Down By The School Yard The MaMa pajama rolled outa bed and she ran to the police station When the PaPa found out he began to shout and he started the investigation well it's against the law it was against the law what the mama saw it was against the law the mama looked down and she spit on the ground every time the 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 but I'm on my way I'm takin my time but I don't know where good-bye to Rosie the Queen of Corona see you me and julio down by the school yard see you me and julio down by the school yard In a couple of days they come to take me away but the press let the story leak and when the radical priest come to get me relased well we was all on the cover of newsweek well, I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way I'm takin my time but I don't know where good-bye to Rosie the Queen of Corona see you me and julio down by the school yard see you me and julio down by the school yard |
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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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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 edu---cation 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 WORSE 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 |
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| 3:30 |
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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 But 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 You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You 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 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 You just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free |
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You've got the cool water
When the fever runs high You've got the look of love light In your eyes And I was in crazy motion 'Til you calmed me down It took a little time But you calmed me down [Chorus] When 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 Well it's likely to lose me It's apt to confuse me It's such an unusual sight I can't get used to something so right Something so right They've got a wall in China It's a thousand miles long To keep out the foreigners They made it strong I've got a wall around me You can't even see It took a little time To get to me [Chorus] Some 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 told [Chorus] |
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| 4:04 |
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The first thing I remember I was lying in my bed I couldn't of 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 When it's late in the evening And 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 shooting 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 seeping through |
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| 11. |
| 5:41 |
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> One and one-half wandering Jews
Free to wander wherever they choose Are traveling together In the Sangre de Christo The Blood of Christ Mountains Of New Mexico On the last leg of a journey They started a long time ago The arc of a love affair Rainbows in the high desert air Mountain passes Slipping into stone Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Thinking back to the season before Looking back through the cracks in the door Two people were married The act was outrageous The bride was contagious She burned like a bride These events may have had some effect On the man with the girl by his side The arc of a love affair His hands rolling down her hair Love like lightning shaking till it moans Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones And whoa whoa She said why? Why don't we drive through the night And we'll wake up down in Mexico Oh I Oh, I I don't know nothin' about nothin' About Mexico And tell me why Why won't you love me For who I am Where I am He said: cause that's not the way the world is baby This is how I love you baby This is how I love you baby One and one-half wandering Jews Returned to their natural coasts To resume old acquaintances Step out occasionally And speculate who had been damaged the most Easy time will determine if these consolations Will be their reward The arc of a love affair Waiting to be restored You take two bodies and you twirl them into one Their hearts and their bones And they won't come undone Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones |
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Come on take me to the mardi Gras Where the people sing and play Where the dancing is elite And there's music in the street Both night and day Hurry take me to the Mardi Gras In the city of my dreams You can legalize your lows You can wear your summer clothes In the New Orleans And i will lay my burden down Rest my head upon that shore And when i wear that starry crown I won't be wanting and more Take your burdens to the Mardi Gras Let the music wash your soul You can mingle in the street You can jingle to the beat of jelly roll |
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| 2:55 |
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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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| 3:47 |
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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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| 3:20 |
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Peace like a river ran thnough the city Long past the midnight curfew We sat starry-eyed We were satisfied And I remember Misinformation followed us like a plague Nobody knew from time to time If the plans were changed If the plans were changed. You can beat us with wires You can beat us with chains You can run out your rules But you know you cans outrun the history train I've seen a glorious day. Four in the morning I woke up from out of my dreams Nowhere to go but back to sleep But I'm reconciled Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to be up for a while |
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| 3:09 |
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He was a mean individual
He had a heart like a bone He was a naturally crazy man And better off left alone Well he stopped one night At a traffic light And when that light turned green He was a mean individual Stranded in a Limousine Hey hey hey hey All the children in the street They come running out their front door Running out their back doors Flying on their feet They said Mama oh Papa oh See what I have seen Theres a mean individual stranded in a Limousine Then everybody came running Everybody said Lord Lord Everbody was gunning Theyre gonna divy up the reward And then wah wah wah wah wah wha wah With a siren and a flashing light But the mean individual He vanished in the black of night Hey hey hey hey They wondered where to begin Cause he left that neighborhood Just like the rattlesnake sheds its skin Well then they searched the roofs And they checked out the groups And they photographed the scene For the mean individual Stranded in a Limousine Then everybody came running Everybody said Lord Lord Everbody was gunning Theyre gonna divy up the reward And then wah wah wah wah wah wha wah With a siren and a flashing light But the mean individual He vanished in the black of night The mean individual He vanished in the black of night The mean individual He vanished in the black of night |
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She was beautiful as southern skies
The night he met her She was married to someone He was doggedly determined that he would get her He was old, he was young From time to time he'd tip his heart But each time she withdrew Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true Well eventually the boy and the girl get married Sure enough they have a son And though they both were occupied With the child she carried Disagreements had begun And in a while they fell apart It wasn't hard to do Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true Two disappointed believers Two people playing the game Negotiations and love songs Are often mistaken for one and the same Now the man and the woman Remain in contact Let us say it's for the child With disagreements about the meaning Of a marriage contract Conversations hard and wild But from time to time He makes her laugh She cooks a meal or two Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true What is the point of this story What information pertains The thought that life could be better Is woven indelibly Into our hearts And our brains |
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| 4:49 |
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Words & music by paul simon
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fiftyfour And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio And this is what he said He said I hate to break it to his fans But johnny ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I really wasn't Such a johnny ace fan But I felt bad ali the same So I sent away for his photograph And I waited till it came It came all the way from texas With a sad and sim-ple face And they signed it on the bottom From the late great johnny ace, yeah, yeah, yeah It was the year of the beatles It was the year of the stones It was nineteen sixtyfour I was living in london With the girl from the summer be-fore It was the year of the beatles It was the year of the stones A year after j.f.k. We were staying up all night And giving the days away And the music was flowing amazing And blowing my way On a cold december evening I was walking through the christmas tide When a stranger came up and asked me If I'd heard john lennon had died And the two of us went to this bar And we stayed to close the place And every song we played Was for the late great johnny ace, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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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 beers Still crazy afler 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 aint 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 Crapped out Yawning Longing my life away I'll never worry Why should l? Its all gonna fade Now I sit by my window And I watch the cars I fear I'll do some damage One fine day But I would not be convicted By a jury of my peers Still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years |
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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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| 5:40 |
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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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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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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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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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Well, I'm accustomed to a smooth ride Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through the night Some people say a lie's a lie's a lie But I say why Why deny the obvious child? Why deny the obvious child? And in remembering a road sign I am remembering a girl when I was young And we said These songs are true These days are ours These tears are free And hey The cross is in the ballpark The cross is in the ballpark We had a lot of fun We had a lot of money We had a little son and we thought we'd call him Sonny Sonny gets married and moves away Sonny has a baby and bills to pay Sonny gets sunnier Day by day by day by day Doh, doh, doh, doh Doh, doh, doh, doh Well, I've been waking up at sunrise I've been following the light across my room I watch the night receive the room of my day Some people say the sky is just the sky But I say Why deny the obvious child? Why deny the obvious child? Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself How it's strange that some rooms are like cages Sonny's yearbook from high school Is down from the shelf And he id-ly thumbs through the pages Some have died Some have fled from themselves Or struggled from here to get there Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair Well, I'm accustomed to a smooth ride Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through the night Some people say a lie's is just a lie But I say the cross is in the ballpark Why deny the obvious child |
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Down among the reeds and rushes A baby boy was found His eyes as clear as centuries His silky hair was brown Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time Me and my buddies we are travelling people We like to go down to restaurant row Spend those Euro-dollars All the way from Washington to Tokyo I see them in the airport lounge Upon their mother's breast They follow me with open eyes Their uninvited guest Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time Too many people on the bus from the airport Too many holes in the crust of the earth The planet groans Every time it registers another birth But down among the reeds and rushes A baby girl was found Her eyes as clear as centuries Her silky hair was brown Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time |
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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 ocean Yes 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 river I 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 side Anger 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 of love turns inward To 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 God And 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 |
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We sailed up a river wide as a sea And slept on the banks On the leaves of a banyan tree And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to he sung Song from the mouth of the river When the world was young And all of these spirit voices rule the night By moon We walk To the brujo's door Along a path of river stone Women with their nursing children Seated on the floor We join the fevers And the broken bones The candlelight flickers The falcon calls A lime-green lizard scuttles down the cabin wall And all of these spirit voices Sing rainwater, sea water River water, holy water Wrap this child in mercy?heal her Heaven's only daughter All of these spirit voices rule the night My hands were numb My feet were lead I drank a cup of herbal brew Then the sweetness in the air Combined with the lightness in my head And I heard the jungle breathing in the bamboo Saudacoes Greetings! Da licenca um momento Excuse me, one moment Te lembro I remind you Que amanha That tomorrow Sera tudo ou sera naoa It will he all or it will be nothing Depende, coracao It depends, heart Sera breve ou sera grande It will be brief or it will be great Depende da paixao It depends on the passion Sera sujo, sera sonho It will be dirty, it will be a dream Cuidado, coracao Be careful, heart Sera util, sera tarde It will be useful. it will be late Se esmera, coracao Do your best, heart E confia And have trust Na forca do amanha In the power of tomorrow Lord of the earthquake My trembling bed The spider resumes the rhythm Of his golden thread And all of these spirit voices rule the night |
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SAL It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again Some even said that my judge-Judge Gerald Culkin- Wouldn't play it by the book Maybe let us off the hook But, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better. SAL & SALVADOR Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood SAL The blancos and the nigger gangs Well, they'd kill you if they could. AUREA & WOMEN Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight, Mothers weep SAL & AUREA Sisters grieve. SAL Well, I entered the courtroom, state of New York County of New York, just some spic They scrubbed off the sidewalk Guilty by my dress Guilty in the press Let The Capeman burn for the murder Well the "Spanish boys" had their day in court And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order The electric chair For the greasy pair Said the judge to the court reporter SAL & SALVADOR Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood SALVADOR The newspapers and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could AUREA & WOMEN Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world A Spanish boy could be killed every night of the week SAL But just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy for blood-Latin blood. I don't lie when I speak. SAL & SALVADOR Well they shackled my hands SAL A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me SAL & SALVADOR And they shackled my legs SAL Hernandez, the "Umbrella Man," chained beside me Then we rode that Black Maria Through the streets of Spanish Harlem Calling old friends on the corners SAL & AUREA Just to lay our prayers upon them SAL Crying Adios Hermanos, Adios SAL & SALVADOR Adios Hermanos, Adios Lead Vocal-Paul Simon Background Vocal-Briz Background Vocal-Myrna Gomila Background Vocal-Karen Bernod Background Vocal-Renee Connell-Adams Background Vocal-DeWayne Snype Background Vocal-Kia Jeffries Background Vocal-Ed Vasquez Background Vocal-Derrick James Organ-Oriente Lopez Background Vocals Recorded by Roy Halee |
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I was born in Puerto Rico We came here when I was a child Before I reached the age of sixteen I was running with the gang and we were wild He keeps looking but he don't recognize me. Some guy from Lexington or Park Red beans and rice from kitchen windows Supper-time and the barrio is dark. No one knows you like I do Nobody can know your heart the way I do No one can testify to all that you've been through But I will. SAL & THE VAMPIRES I was born in Puerto Rico And my blood is Taino Spanish Caribbean my soul SALVADOR We came here wearing summer clothes in winter Hearts of sunshine in the cold Your family rented this apartment You'd watch the street lamps from your perch In the sacramental hour your stepfather in black Preached the fire of the Pentecostal Church No one knows you like I do Nobody can know your heart the way I do No one can testify to all that you've been through But this will. SAL & THE VAMPIRES I was born in Puerto Rico Came here when I was a child. SALVADOR Small change and sunlight, then I left these streets for good. My days as short as they were wild. CARLOS APACHE I'm Carlos Apache ANGEL SOTO Angel Soto FRENCHY CORDERO Frenchy Cordero BABU CHARLIE CRUZ Babu Charlie Cruz SALVADOR Your features blurred in every grainy photo And fading headline of the Daily News Wiltwyck School for Criminal Children Auburn, Brooklyn House of D., Dannemora, Sing-Sing, Attica, Greenhaven SALVADOR Twenty years inside, today you're free. You cannot even read your story The pages piling up in shame Before the words released you, the guard would kill the light The night you took The Capeman for your name. CHORUS I was born in Puerto Rico I was born in Puerto Rico I was born in Puerto Rico I was born in Puerto Rico I was born in Puerto Rico I was born in Puerto Rico I was born in Puerto Rico I was born in Puerto Rico LAZARUS Yo nac?en Puerto Rico Yo nac?en Puerto Rico Mi coraz? es Puerto Rico Mi alma es Puerto Rico Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar-Paul Simon Coro Vocal-Danny Rivera Background Vocal-Ray De La Paz Background Vocal-Nestor Sanchez Piano, Synthesizer-Oscar Hernandez Tres, Plenaro-Nelson Gonzalez Cuatro-Edgardo Miranda Guitar-Vincent Nguini Bass-John Beal Drums-Robby Ameen Bongos, Cymbal-Bobby Allende Timbales, Congas, Cua-Marc Quinones Trumpet-1st solo-David Rodriguez Trumpet-2nd solo-Ray Vega Viola-Juliet Hafner Flute-Oriente Lopez French Horn-Stewart Rose Oboe-Marcia Butler Orchestration-Stanley Silverman |
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The way you move It's got quality Come on baby, let's go downtown Little girl, you sure look good to me The way you move It's got quality Come on baby now don't be shy Step in the light so I can see The way you move It's got quality GIRLS I want to know Are you my beautiful young boy Or just another love Passing through my life I need to know Will you be my sorrow and my joy And maybe one day soon Will I be your wife. TEEN IDOL Come on baby, Let's rock some more I want to spend my salary The way you move It's got quality SAL Everytime they see me walk down the street They say Co? that boy is fine The way he moves Got quality GIRLS I want to know Are you my beautiful young boy, Or just another love Passing through my life, I need to know Will you be my sorrow and my joy And maybe one day soon Will I be your wife Quiero saber Quiero saber Nadie nunca sabe En la vida TEEN IDOL The way you move It's got quality The way you move It's got quality Lead Vocal-Paul Simon Falsetto Lead Vocal-Frank Negron Background and Duo Vocal-Teana Rodriguez Background and Duo Vocal-Myrna Gomila Background Vocal-Bobby Bright Background Vocal-Sean Pulley Background Vocal-Paul Simon Background Vocal-Trent Sutton Background Vocal-Dionte Sutton Guitar-Wallace Richardson Piano-Paul Griffin Bass-Jay Leonhart Conga, Cowbell-Jimmy Sabater Drums-Richard Crooks Tenor Saxophone-Chris Eminizer Additional Production by Roy Halee |
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The first time I saw her I couldn?t be sure But the sin of impatience Said ?She?s just what you?re looking for? So I walked right up to her And with the part of me that talks I introduced myself as Frank From New York New York She?s so hot She?s so cool I?m not I?m just a fool in love with Darling Lorraine All my life I?ve been a wanderer Not really, I mostly lived near my parents home Anyway Lorraine and I got married Ant the usual marriage stuff Then one day she says to me From out of the blue Frank, I?ve had enough Romance is a heartbreaker I?m not meant to be a homemaker And I?m tired of being Darling Loraine What ?you don?t love me anymore? What ?you?re walking out the door? What ?you don?t like the way I chew? Hey let me tell you You?re not the woman that I wed You say you?re depressed but you?re not You just like to stay in bed I don?t need you darling Lorraine Darling Lorraine Lorraine I long for your love Financially Speaking I guess I?m a washout Everybody?s buy and sell And sell and buy and And that?s what the whole thing?s all about If it had not been Lorraine I?d have left her long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano She?s so light She?s so free I?m tight, well, that?s me But I feel so good With Darling Lorraine On Christmas morning Frank awakes To find Loraine has made a stack of pancakes They watch the television, husband and wife All afternoon ?It?s a wonderful life? What ?you don?t love me anymore? What ?you?re walking out the door? What ?you don?t like the way I chew? Hey let me tell you You?re not the woman that I wed Gimme my robe I?m going back to bed I?m sick to death of you Lorraine Darling Lorraine Lorraine Her hands like wood The doctor was smiling But the news wasn?t good Darling Lorraine Please don?t leave me yet I know you?re in pain Pain you can?t forget Your breathing is like an echo of our love Maybe I?ll go down to the corner store And buy us something sweet Here?s an extra blanket honey To wrap around your feet All the trees were washed with april rain And the moon in the meadow Took Darling Lorraine |
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Tell us all a story About how it used to be Make it up and write it down Just like history About goldilocks and the three bears Nature in the cross hairs And how we all ascended From the deep green sea When it?s not too hot Not too cold Not too meek Not too bold When it?s just right and you have sunlight Then we?re home Finally home Home in the land of the homeless Finally home Oh what are we going to do I never did a thing to you Time peaceful as a hurricane eye Peaceful as a hurricane eye A story of whispers A shadow of a horse Faces painted in flack in sorrow and remorse White cloud, black crow Crucifix and arrow The oldest silence speak the loudest Under the deep green sea When speech becomes a crime Silence leads the spirit Over the bridge of time Over the bridge of time I?m waling with my family And the road begins to climb And it?s oh lord how we going to pray With crazy angel voices All night Until it?s a new day Peaceful as a hurricane Peaceful as a hurricane Peaceful as a hurricane eye Peaceful as a hurricane Peaceful as a hurricane Peaceful as a hurricane eye Peaceful as a hurricane eye You want to be a leader? You want to change the game? Turn your back on money Walk away from fame You want to be a missionary? Got that missionary zeal? Let a stranger change your life Hot does it make you feel? You want to be a writer But you don?t know how or when Find a quiet place Use a humble pen You want to talk talk talk about it All night squawk about The ocean and the atmosphere Well I?ve been away for a long time And it looks like a mess around here I?ll be away for a long time So here?s how the story goes There was an old woman Who lived in a shoe She was baking a cinnamon pie She fell asleep in a washing machine Woke up in a hurricane eye |
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If you leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream And for a fraction of a second You can't remember where you are Just open your window And follow your memory upstream To the meadow in the mountain Where we counted every falling star I believe a light that shines on you Will shine on you forever And though I cant guarantee There's nothing scary hiding under your bed I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a Golden Retriever And never leave till I leave you With a sweet dream in your bed Chorus: I'm gonna watch you shine Gonna watch you grow Gonna paint a sign So you'll always know As long as one and one is two wooo There could never be a father who loved His daughter more than I love you Trust your intuition It's just like goin fishin' You cast your line and hope you get a bite You don't need to waste your time Worryin' about the market place Trying to help the human race Strugglin to survive its harshest hour chorus x2 |
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It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor.
Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure. It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain. It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain. But I'm tired. Nine hundred sit-ups a day. I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud okay? I'm tired, tired. Anybody care what I say? No! I'm painting my hair the color of mud. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Aw, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? It's outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school. Outrageous, the way they talk to you like you're some kind of clinical fool. It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love. It's outrageous I can't stop thinking 'bout the things I'm thinking of. And I'm tired. Nine hundred sit-ups a day. I'm painting my hair the color of mud, mud okay? I'm tired, tired. Anybody care what I say? No! Painting my hair the color of mud. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill. Take me. I'm an ordinary player in the key of C. And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity. Who's gonna love you when you're looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? |
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Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,
Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now, Gone like a memory from the day before the fires. People hungry for the voice of God Hear lunatics and liars Wartime prayers, wartime prayers In every language spoken, For every family scattered and broken. Because you cannot walk with the holy, If you're just a halfway decent man. But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind With a genious marketing plan. I'm trying to tap into some wisdom, Even a little drop would do. I want to rid my heart of envy And cleanse my soul of rage Before I feel. Times are hard, hard times, But everybody knows all about hard times. The thing is, what are you gonna do? Will you cry? And try to muscle through? And try to rearrange your stuff? But when the wounds are deep enough, And it's all that we can bear, We wrap ourselves in prayer. Because you cannot walk with the holy, If you're just a halfway decent man. But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind With a genious marketing plan. I'm trying to tap into some wisdom, Even a little drop would do. I want to rid my heart of envy And cleanse my soul of rage Before I'm through. A mother murmurs in twilight sleep And draws her babies closer. With hush-a-bies for sleepy eyes, And kisses on the shoulder. To drive away despair She sends a wartime prayer. |
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