My father was a fisherman,
My mother was a fisherman’s friend.
I was born in the boredom and the chowder…
I am enjoying this silly/excellent thread so much!
Are S&G lyrics not the best?
I mean really and literally, THE BEST.
Better than anyone’s.
'Cept Dylan maybe.
“…and the sign said
the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
and tenement-halls…”
Hey what’s you-guys’ take on that one?
I mean, a reference to grafitti, obviously, but…“prophets”?
Just a carbonated bubble from my so-called mind…
Anyone?
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’d 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
Sail on, silver girl…
Sail on by…
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way…
See how they shine…
Don’t talk of love
Well, I’ve heard the words before
They are sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I’ve never loved I never will have cried…
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.
Time,
Time,
Time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities…
… Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
It’s a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Mama pyjama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police station
When the cop found out, he began to shout, he started the investigation
And it’s against the law, it was against the law
What what mama saw, it was against the law
yep. the best.
And 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 strangers face I see
Reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound.
I wish I was homeward bound
My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand . .
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close, but she faded in the night,
Like a poem I meant to write . . .
:This is scary. I realise I know all the S+G songs, as well as all the Beatles ones. Ah, nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.:
The mirror on the wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I’m not sure at all it’s my reflection
Pass me a cigarette
I think there’s one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago…
I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O’Hara’d, McNamara’d
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I’m blind
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I’m left-handed
That’s the hand I use, well, never mind!
HOME! Where my love lies waiting
Silently for me…
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
(Love that crazy Rhymin’ Simon!
Comlete lyrics here)
I think that’s cheating. That’s a Simon and I don’t need Garfunkel song.
To the purist, that does not count, although I respect the ongoing glory of the man’s skills. The joy of S+G was the linking of great lyrics and great harmonising. And the protest of youth against time, old age and the cruelty of life.
Well, apologies to Balor, but I shall continue with my favorite song in this thread…
*The mama looked down and spit on the ground
every time my name gets mentioned
The papa said, “Oy, if i get that boy
I’m gonna stick him in a 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…
*
Leavin’ nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town…
[mini hijack]
Ike, there’s a note here from Zotti, something about him being angry about you revealing secure information about the SDMB server to non-moderators. 