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| 3:26 | 
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New York
To that tall skyline I come Flyin' in from London To your door New York Lookin' down on Central Park Where they say you should not wander after dark New York Like a scene from all those movies But you're real enough to me There's a heart A heart that lives in New York A heart in New York, a rose on the street I write my song to that city heartbeat A heart in New York, the love in her eyes An open door and a friend for the night New York You've got money on your mind And my words don't make a dime's worth of difference So here's to you New York |
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| 2. |
| 2:02 |
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I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me I've got my pride and I know how to hide All my sorrow and pain I'll do my crying in the rain If I wait for cloudy skies You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes You'll never know that I still love you so Though the heartaches remain I'll do my crying in the rain Raindrops falling from heaven Could never wash away my misery But since we're not together I'll wait for stormy weather To hide these tears I hope you'll never see Someday when my crying's done I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun I may be a fool But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain I'll do my craing in the rain I'll do my crying in the rain I'll do my crying in the rain I'll do my crying in the rain |
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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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. On the side of a hill in the deep forest green. Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown. Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Sleeps unaware of the clarion call. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Without no seams nor needle work, Then she'll be a true love of mine. On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves. Washes the grave with silvery tears. A soldier cleans and polishes a gun. Sleeps unaware of the clarion call. Tell her to find me an acre of land: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Between the salt water and the sea strand, Then she'll be a true love of mine. War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions. General order their soldiers to kill. And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten. Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; And gather it all in a bunch of heather, Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
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| 2:08 |
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The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon, And in the dark deserted station, Restless in anticipation, A man waits in the shadows. His restless eyes leap and snatch, At all that they can touch or catch, And hidden deep within his pocket, Safe within its silent socket, He holds a coloured crayon. Now from the tunnel's stony womb, The carriage rides to meet the groom, And opens wide the welcome doors, But he hesitates, then withdraws Deeper in the shadows. And the train is gone suddenly. On wheels clicking silently Like a gently tapping litany, And he holds his crayon rosary Tighter in his hand. Now from his pocket quick he flashes, The crayon on the wall he slashes, Deep upon the advertising, A single-worded poem comprising Four letters. And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding, The poem across the tracks resounding, Shadowed by the exit light His legs take their ascending flight To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night. |
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| 2:59 |
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I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry 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. Ev'ry day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines. And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And ev'ry 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 emptiness 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. |
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| 3:12 |
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I bruise you, you bruise me
We both bruise too easily Too easily to let it show I love you, and that's all I know All my plans have fallen through All my plans depend on you Depend on you to help them grow I love you, and that's all I know When the singer's gone Let the song go on... But the ending always comes at last Endings always come too fast They come too fast, but they pass to slow I love you, and that's all I know When the singer's gone Let the song go on It's a fine line between the darkness and the dawn They say the darkest night There's a light beyond But the ending always comes at last Endings always come too fast They come too fast, but they pass too slow I love you, and that's all I know That's all I know That's all I know |
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| 4:22 |
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Is it a kind of dream
Floating out on the tide Following the river of death downstream Oh, is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon A strange glow in the sky And nobody seems to know where you go And what does it mean Oh, is it a dream? Bright eyes, burning like fire Bright eyes, how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes Is it a kind of shadow Reaching into the night Wandering over the hills unseen Or is it a dream? There's a high wind in the trees A cold sound in the air And nobody ever knows when you go And where do you start Oh, into the dark Bright eyes, burning like fire Bright eyes, how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes Bright eyes, burning like fire Bright eyes, how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes |
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| 8. |
| 3:22 |
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El Condor Pasa - Simon & Garfunkel
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail. Yes I would if I could I surely would. Hm hm... I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. Yes I would If I only could I surely would. Hm hm... A way, 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 It's saddest sound It's saddest sound Hm hm I'd rather be a forest than a street Yes I would If I could I surely would Hm hm I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet Yes I would If I only could I surely would Hm hm 난 달팽이가 되기보다는 참새가 되렵니다. 그래요, 할 수만 있다면 꼭 그렇게 할겁니다. 음.. 음.. 난 못이 되기보다는 망치가 되렵니다. 그래요,내가 할 수만 있다면요. 정말로 꼭 그렇게 할겁니다. 여기 있다가 가버린 백조처럼 멀리, 난 차라리 멀리 날아가 버리고 싶어요. 사람은 땅에 매어 있지요. 그는 세상에 주지요. 가장 슬픈 소리를 가장 슬픈 소리를.. 음.. 음.. 난 길보다는 숲이 되렵니다. 그래요, 내가 할 수만 있으면 정말 꼭 그렇게 할겁니다. 나의 발 아래에 있는 흙을 느끼고 싶어요. 그래요, 할 수만 있으면 난 꼭 그렇게 할겁니다. 음... 음... |
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| 4:42 |
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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'll 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 troubles water I will lay me down Sail on, silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All of 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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| 3:22 |
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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Hey, hey, hey We'd like to know a little bit about your 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. God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Hey, hey, hey Hide in the 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. Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Hey, hey, hey Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Going to the candidate's debate. Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Every way you look at this you lose. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you. What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson. Jotting Joe has left and gone away, Hey hey hey. |
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Who knows how long I've loved you?
D'you know I love you still? Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will For if I ever saw you I didn't catch your name But it never really mattered I will always feel the same Love you forever and forever Love you with all my heart Love you whenever we're together Love you when we're apart And when at last I find you Your song will fill the air Sing it loud so I can hear you Da da da da de da dum And when at last I find you Your song will fill the air Sing it loud so I can hear you Make it easy to be near you 'Cause the things you do endear you to me Oh, you know I will I will Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da |
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| 2:18 |
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April, come she will
When streams are ripe and swell with rain May, she will stay Resting in my arms again June, she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight August, die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold September, I'll remember A love once new has now grown old |
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| 3:31 |
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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 '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 dared 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 sign said 'The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls' And whispered In the sound of silence |
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| 4:50 |
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I've got a roof over my head
I've got a warm place to sleep Some nights I lie awake counting gifts Instead of counting sheep I've got a heart that can hold love I've got a mind that can think There may be times when I lose the light And let my spirits sink But I can't stay depressed When I remember how I'm blessed Grateful, grateful Truly grateful I am Grateful, grateful Truly blessed And duly grateful In a city of strangers I got a family of friends No matter what rocks and brambles fill the way I know that they will stay until the end I feel a hand holding my hand It's not a hand you can see But on the road to the promised land This hand will shepherd me Through delight and despair Holding tight and always there Grateful, grateful Truly grateful I am Grateful, grateful Truly blessed And duly grateful It's not that I don't want a lot Or hope for more, or dream of more But giving thanks for what I've got Makes me happier than keeping score In a world that can bring pain I will still take each chance For I believe that whatever the terrain Our feet can learn to dance Whatever stone life may sling We can moan or we can sing Grateful, grateful Truly grateful I am Grateful, grateful Truly blessed And duly grateful Truly blessed And duly grateful. |
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Good night, my love.
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight my love. May tomorrow be sunny and bright, and bring you closer to me. Before you go, there's just one thing I'd like to know. Is your love still strong for me, Or has it grown old? If you should awake, in the still of the night. Please have no fear, for I'll be there. You know I care, please give your love to me dear only. |
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