Live From New York City, 1967 de Simon & Garfunkel

Listado de Canciones

1. He Was My Brother3:21

   Letra

   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 Green2:57

   Letra

   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. Sparrow3:06

   Letra

   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 Bound2:40

   Letra

   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 Lies2:07
6. A Most Peculiar Man3:00

   Letra

   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 Conversation3:02

   Letra

   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 Cory3:24

   Letra

   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 Winter2:38

    Letra

    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. Benedictus2:55
12. Blessed3:46

    Letra

    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 Wall4:46

    Letra

    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. Anji2:28
15. I Am A Rock2:58

    Letra

    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 Silence3:25

    Letra

    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 Her2:40

    Letra

    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 Burning3:43
19. Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.3:36

    Letra

    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