There is apparently no room for poetic license in lyrics…
Paul Simon really isn’t a rock or an island.
Octopusses don’t have gardens in the shade or anywhere else.
And crocodiles don’t rock.

There is apparently no room for poetic license in lyrics…
Paul Simon really isn’t a rock or an island.
Octopusses don’t have gardens in the shade or anywhere else.
And crocodiles don’t rock.

I think everybody has that reaction to the song.
But to go a little deeper, I found a site once that discussed the history of the song, and a bit of analysis. Taking a guess at Charlie’s age when he boarded the train, and looking at the fares charged over the years, Charlie may have eventually qualified for a senior citizen fare, which didn’t require the nickel surcharge to exit, and would have been free to leave in the late '70s.
And the Scollay Square station is now Government Center.
Lee Hazlewood apparently had some trouble with unit conversions (in* Pray Them Bars Away*):
21 years equals 7670 days or “breakfasts” (I could accept a round number of 8000) or close to 663 million seconds (again, I could go with an estimate of “half a billion”, which would fit nicely in the meter).
Otherwise it’s a beautiful song!
That’s the thing; Detroit doesn’t have a “South Side.” It has an East Side (actually northeast), a Northwest Side, a Southwest side, and Downtown. (There is no Southeast side, that would be Windsor, Ontario
).
Yeah. I saw that from the link that someone posted earlier. I mentioned that I am from West L.A. Los Angeles has West, East and South Central. If a song had “North L.A.” It wouldn’t make sense either so I retract that.
Hasn’t he sold the original song now? Where the meanings of the various lines and his thinking was recorded
Well, if you’re in the Moon and want to calculate something like sunrise/sunset times, the easiest calculation would involve placing the Moon in the center and the Sun (and Earth) circling about it.
Or, as one of my teachers used to say, “we’re engineers because we can convert coordinates!”
I wouldn’t expect a songwriter to be either an engineer or an astrophysicist, but you never know ![]()
Forget that…where is he pooping, if he’s somehow stuck on a train? :eek:
I never heard that, theres an outtake with exegesis?
It’s a little picky to pick on levee for being dry. It’s predicated on water pushing against it.
UnderstandingAmericanPie.com explains it as:
Not to mention, that song is totally about him. There’s nothing wrong with him probably thinking the song is about him.
I don’t know about engineers but there’s at least one astrophysicist rockstar out there.
Sorry - your england beats me here, can dumb it down a bit?
But yes, the original composition has indeed been sold
Never ridden the T, have you?
In Bill’s defense, the liner notes for Songs in the Attic admit that this is 100% historically inaccurate.
He isn’t eating, so he doesn’t need to.
Engineer: Tom Scholz (Boston), BSME, MSME, MIT.
Astrophysicist: Brian May (Queen), PhD, Imperial College.