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.
Bah and humbug. Garfunkel was just some schlub who had a halfway decent singing voice and the great good luck of being Paul Simon’s college buddy. Paul Simon did all the songwriting. He was the genius. It could have been Simon & Any-damn-body and the songs would be just as great.
IMOSHO, of course.
My apologies to Balor as well, but here’s mine…(I think Rhymin’ Simon is a flat-out genius)
And we come on the ship they called the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age’s most uncertain hour
And sing an American tune.
Oh and it’s all right, it’s all right
It’s all right
You can’t be forever blessed
Still tomorrow’s gonna be another working day
and I’m tryin’ to get some rest;
that’s all - I’m trying to get some rest.
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
I strongly disagree. Garfunkel may not have had Paul’s songwriting talent, but he had remarkable vocal range. IMO, he’s the far better vocalist, and I’d rather listen to Art singing than Paul anyday.
Paul had tremendous talent, but so did Art. Paul was probably the more well-rounded musical performer, but Art stands out in his own way.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Oh, I don’t disagree that Art was (is) the better vocalist. For that matter, I don’t think Paul is a particularly good vocalist anyway. But my point is that good vocalists (or gutarists, drummers, or what-have-you) are a dime a dozen. But lyrical genius of Paul’s caliber is rare indeed.
I don’t really mean to dis Art (though I guess I did sorta come off that way), but I rather doubt anybody would have heard of him if he hadn’t paired up with a master songwriter like Simon.
*A sympathetic stranger
Lights a candle in the middle of the night
Her voice cracks
She jumps back
But she moves on
She says “Ooh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover”
Then I fall to my knees
Shake a rattle at the skies
And I’m afraid that I’ll be taken
Abandoned, forsaken
In her cold coffee eyes*
“guitarists”
I actually do know how to spell it.
:smack:
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms again
*What a dream I had,
dressed in organdy,
clothed in crinoline,
of smoky burgundy,
softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets down
past the shop displays,
I heard cathedral bells,
drifting down the alleyways
as I walked on…*