Álbum Live From New York City, 1967 de Simon & Garfunkel - Canciones

Live From New York City, 1967

Listado de canciones del álbum Live From New York City, 1967

  1. He Was My BrotherVer letra 3:21

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    letra de He Was My Brother

    He was my brother

    Five years older than I

    He was my brother

    Twenty-three years old the day he died



    Freedom rider

    They cursed my brother to his face

    “Go home, outsider

    This town is gonna be your buryin' place



    He was singin' on his knees

    An angry mob trailed along

    They shot my brother dead

    Because he hated what was wrong



    He was my brother

    Tears can't bring him back to me

    He, was my brother

    And he died so his brothers could be free

    He died so his brothers could be free

  2. Leaves That Are GreenVer letra 2:57

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    letra de Leaves That Are Green

    I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

    I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long

    Time hurries on

    And the leaves that are green turn to brown

    And they whither with the wind

    And they crumble in your hand



    Once my heart was filled with love of a girl

    I held her close, but she faded in the night

    Like a poem I meant to write

    And the leaves that are green turn to brown

    And they wither with the wind

    And they crumble in your hand



    I threw a pebble in a brook

    And watched the ripples run away

    And they never made a sound

    And the leaves that are green turn to brown

    And they wither with the wind

    And they crumble in your hand

    Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello

    Good-bye, Good-bye

    Good-bye, Good-bye

    That's all there is



    And the leaves that are green turn to brown

  3. SparrowVer letra 3:06

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    Who will love a little Sparrow

    Who's traveled far and cries for rest?

    “Not I,” said the Oak Tree

    “I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest

    And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast”



    Who will love a little Sparrow

    And who will speak a kindly word?

    “Not I,” said the Swan

    “The entire idea is utterly absurd

    I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other Swans heard”



    And who will take pity in his heart

    And who will feed a starving Sparrow?

    “Not I,” said the Golden Wheat

    “I would if I could, but I cannot, I know

    I need all my grain to prosper and grow”



    Who will love a little Sparrow?

    Will no one write her eulogy?

    “I will,” said the Earth

    “For all I've created returns unto me

    From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be”

  4. Homeward BoundVer letra 2:40

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    letra de Homeward Bound

    I'm sitting in the railway station.

    Got a ticket for my destination.

    On a tour of one-night stands

    my suitcase and guitar in hand.

    And every 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.



    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 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.

  5. You Don't Know Where Your Interest Lies 2:07
  6. A Most Peculiar ManVer letra 3:00

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    He was a most peculiar man.

    That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know;

    She lived upstairs from him

    She said he was a most peculiar man.



    He was a most peculiar man.

    He lived all alone within a house,

    Within a room, within himself,

    A most peculiar man.



    He had no friends, he seldom spoke

    And no one in turn ever spoke to him,

    'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care

    And he wasn't like them.

    Oh, no! he was a most peculiar man.



    He died last Saturday.

    He turned on the gas and he went to sleep

    With the windows closed so he'd never wake up

    To his silent world and his tiny room;

    And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere

    Who should be notified soon.

    And all the people said, "What a shame that he's dead,

    But wasn't he a most peculiar man?"

  7. The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) 1:50
  8. The Dangling ConversationVer letra 3:02

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    It's a still life water color,

    Of a now late afternoon,

    As the sun shines through the curtain 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,

    The borders of our lives.



    And you read your Emily Dickinson,

    And I my Robert Frost,

    And we note our place with bookmarkers

    That measure what we've lost.

    Like a poem poorly written

    We are verses out of rhythm,

    Couplets out of rhyme,

    In syncopated time

    And the dangling conversation

    And the superficial sighs,

    Are the borders of our lives.



    Yes, we speak of things that matter,

    With words that must be said,

    "Can analysis be worthwhile?"

    "Is the theater really dead?"

    And how the room is softly faded

    And I only kiss your shadow,

    I cannot feel your hand,

    You're a stranger now unto me

    Lost in the dangling conversation.

    And the superficial sighs,

    In the borders of our lives.

  9. Richard CoryVer letra 3:24

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    letra de Richard Cory

    They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,

    With political connections to spread his wealth around.

    Born into society, a banker's only child,

    He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.



    But I work in his factory

    And I curse the life I'm living

    And I curse my poverty

    And I wish that I could be,

    Oh, I wish that I could be,

    Oh, I wish that I could be

    Richard Cory.



    The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:

    Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.

    And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!

    Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.



    But I, I work in his factory

    And I curse the life I'm living

    And I curse my poverty

    And I wish that I could be,

    Oh, I wish that I could be,

    Oh, I wish that I could be

    Richard Cory.



    He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,

    And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much,

    So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:

    "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."



    But I, I work in his factory

    And I curse the life I'm living

    And I curse my poverty

    And I wish that I could be,

    Oh, I wish that I could be,

    Oh, I wish that I could be

    Richard Cory.

  10. A Hazy Shade Of WinterVer letra 2:38

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    letra de A Hazy Shade Of Winter

    Time, time, time See what's become of me

    While I looked around for my possibilities

    I was so hard to please

    But look around Leaves are brown

    And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

    Hear the Salvation Army band

    Down by the riverside's

    Bound to be a better ride

    Than what you've got planned

    Carry your cup in your hand

    And look around you

    Leaves are brown, now

    And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

    Hang on to your hopes, my friend

    That's an easy thing to say

    But if your hopes should pass away

    Simply pretend That you can build them again

    Look around

    The grass is high

    The fields are ripe

    It's the springtime of my life

    Seasons change with the scenery

    Weaving time in a tapestry

    Won't you stop and remember me

    At any convenient time?

    Funny how my memory skips

    Looking over manuscripts

    Of unpublished rhyme

    Drinking my vodka and lime

    I look around Leaves are brown

    And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

    Look around Leaves are brown

    There's a patch of snow on the ground

    Look around Leaves are brown

    There's a patch of snow on the ground

  11. Benedictus 2:55
  12. BlessedVer letra 3:46

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    Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.

    Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.

    Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on,



    O Lord, why have you forsaken me?



    I got no place to go,

    I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.

    Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.



    Blessed is the land and the kingdom.

    Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.

    Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers.



    O Lord, why have you forsaken me?



    My words trickle down from a wound

    That I have no intention to heal.



    Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.

    Blessed is the church service makes me nervous

    Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers.



    O Lord, why have you forsaken me?



    I have tended my own garden

    Much too long.

  13. A Poem On The Underground WallVer letra 4:46

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    letra de A Poem On The Underground Wall

    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 scratch,

    At all that they can touch or catch,

    And hidden deep within his pocket,

    Safe within its silent socket,

    He holds a colored crayon.



    Now from the tunnel's stony womb,

    The carriage rides to meet the groom,

    And opens wide and 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 comprised

    Of four letters.



    And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding

    The poem across the tracks rebounding

    Shadowed by the exit light

    His legs take their ascending flight

    To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

  14. Anji 2:28
  15. I Am A RockVer letra 2:58

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    letra de I Am A Rock

    A winter's day

    In a deep and dark December

    I am alone

    Gazing from my window

    To the streets below

    On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow



    I am a rock

    I am an island



    I've built walls

    A fortress, steep and mighty

    That none may penetrate

    I have no need of friendship

    Friendship causes pain

    Its laughter and its loving I disdain



    I am a rock

    I am an island



    Don't talk of love

    Well, I've heard the words before

    It's sleeping in my memory

    I won't disturb the slumber

    Of feelings that have died

    If I never loved, I never would have cried



    I am a rock

    I am an island



    I have my books

    And my poetry to protect me

    I am shielded in my armor

    Hiding in my room

    Safe within my womb

    I touch no one and no one touches me



    I am a rock

    I am an island



    And a rock feels no pain

    And an island never cries

  16. The Sound Of SilenceVer letra 3:25

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    letra de The Sound Of Silence

    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 streetlamp

    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

    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 sounds of silence."

  17. For Emily, Whenever I May Find HerVer letra 2:40

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    letra de For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

    What a dream I had

    Pressed 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

    Tripping down the alley ways

    As I walked on



    And when you ran to me

    Your cheeks flushed with the night

    We walked on frosted fields

    Of juniper and lamplight

    I held your hand



    And when I awoke and felt you warm and near

    I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears

    Oh, I love you, girl

    Oh, I love you

  18. A Church Is Burning 3:43
  19. Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.Ver letra 3:36

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    letra de Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

    I can hear the soft breathing

    Of the girl that I love

    As she lies here beside me

    Asleep with the night

    And her hair, in a fine mist

    Floats on my pillow

    Reflecting the glow

    Of the winter moonlight



    She is soft, she is warm

    But my heart remains heavy

    And I watch as her breasts

    Gently rise, gently fall

    For I know with the first light of dawn

    I'll be leaving

    And tonight will be

    All I have left to recall



    Oh, what have I done,

    Why have I done it?

    I've committed a crime,

    I have broken the law

    For twenty-five dollars

    And pieces of silver

    I held up and robbed

    A hard liquor store



    My life seems unreal,

    My crime an illusion

    A scene badly written

    In which I must play

    Yet I know as I gaze

    At my young love beside me

    The morning is just a few hours away

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