The Essential Simon and Garfunkel es un álbum de Simon & Garfunkel, publicado en 2003. El disco incluye 40 canciones, entre ellas «The Sound Of Silence», «Wednesday Morning 3 AM (En Vivo)», «Bye Bye Love» y «Bleecker Street».
Listado de Canciones
Disco 1
- The Sound Of Silence
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." - Wednesday Morning 3 AM (En Vivo)
- Bye Bye Love
Letra
[Chorus:] Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye bye my love, goodbye There goes my baby With someone new She sure looks happy I sure am blue She was my baby Till he stepped in Goodbye to romance That might have been [Chorus] I'm through with romance I'm through with love I'm through with counting The stars above And here's the reason That I'm so free My loving baby Is through with me [Chorus] - Bleecker Street
Letra
Fog's rollin' off the East River Bank Like a shroud, it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad café Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street The poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street I heard a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Canaan On Bleecker Street Bleecker Street - I Am A Rock
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 - A Most Peculiar Man (En Vivo)
- Richard Cory
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. - Kathy's Song (En Vivo)
- Scarborough Fair/Canticle
- Homeward Bound
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. - Sparrow (En Vivo)
- Leaves That Are Green (En Vivo)
- He Was My Brother
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 - The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
- The Dangling Conversation
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. - A Poem On The Underground Wall (En Vivo)
- Blessed (En Vivo)
- Cloudy
Letra
Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy, Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me. And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-muffin child. Pointed finger-painted smile. I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while. Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy, They have no borders, no boundaries. They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell. Down from Berkeley to Carmel. Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill. Hey sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time. Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like floating questions, why? And they linger there to die. They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I. Cloudy, Cloudy. - Blues Run The Game
- A Hazy Shade Of Winter
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
Disco 2
- Mrs Robinson
- Bridge Over Troubled Water
Letra
When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side Oh when times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down When you're down and out When you're on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you I'll take your part Oh when darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Sail on, silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine Oh if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind - At The Zoo
Letra
Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo. I do believe it, I do believe it's true. It's a light and tumble journey From the East side to the park. Just a fine and fancy ramble to the zoo. But you can take the cross-town bus If it's raining or it's cold. And the animals will love it if you do. Something tells me it's all happening at the zoo. I do believe it, I do believe it's true. The monkeys stand for honesty. Giraffes are insincere. And the elephants are kindly but they're dumb. Orangutans are skeptical of changes in their cages And the zoo keeper is very fond of rum. Zebras are reactionaries, Antelopes are missionaries. Pigeons plot in secrecy And hamsters turn on frequently. What a gas you got to come and see At the zoo. - Fakin' It
- Old Friends
Letra
Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions The old men Lost in their overcoats Waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city Sifting through trees Settle like dust On the shoulders Of the old friends Can you imagine us Years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange To be seventy Old friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear Time it was And what a time it was It was . . . A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago . . . it must be . . . I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you - Bookends Theme
- Punky's Dilemma
- Overs (En Vivo)
- A Church Is Burning (En Vivo)
- America
Letra
Let us be lovers We'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate Here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes And Mrs. Wagner's pies And walked off To look for America "Kathy", I said As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days To hitch-hike from Saginaw "I've come to look for America" Laughing on the bus Playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy I said, "Be careful His bow tie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat" We smoked the last one An hour ago So I looked at the scenery She read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field "Kathy, I'm lost", I said Though I knew she was sleeping "I'm empty and aching and I don't know why" Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come To look for America All come to look for America All come to look for America - El Condor Pasa (If I Could)
Letra
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes, I would If I could I surely would I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes, I would If I only could I surely would Away, I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world its saddest sound It's saddest sound I'd rather be a forest than a street Yes, I would If I could I surely would I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet Yes, I would If I only could I surely would - Cecilia
Letra
Celia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Celia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Come on home Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia Up in my bedroom (making love) I got up to wash my face When I come back to bed Someone's taken my place Celia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Jubilation She loves me again I fall on the floor and I'm laughing Jubilation She loves me again I fall on the floor and I'm laughing - Keep The Customer Satisfied
Letra
Gee but it's great to be back home, Home is where I want to be. I've been on the road so long my friend, And if you came along I know you couldn't disagree. It's the same old story Everywhere I go, I get slandered, Libeled, I hear words I never heard In the Bible. And I'm one step ahead of the shoe shine, Two steps away from the county line, Just trying to keep my customers satisfied, Satisfied. Deputy Sheriff said to me Tell me what you come here for, boy. You better get your bags and flee. You're in trouble boy, And now you're heading into more. It's the same old story Everywhere I go, I get slandered, Libeled, I hear words I never heard In the Bible. And I'm one step ahead of the shoeshine. - So Long Frank Lloyd Wright
- The Boxer
Letra
I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie-la-lie... Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Lie-la-lie... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down OR cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains Lie-la-lie... - Baby Driver
Letra
My daddy was the family bassman My mamma was an engineer And I was born one dark gray morn With music coming in my ears In my ears They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number? I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number? I wonder how your engines feel Shine the light My daddy was a prominent frogman My mamma's in the Naval Reserve When I was young, I carried a gun But I never got the chance to serve I did not serve They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number? I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number? I wonder how your engines feel My daddy got a big promotion My mama got a raise in pay There's no-one home, we're all alone Oh come into my room and play Yes, we can play I'm not talking about your pigtails But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number? I wonder how your engines Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number? I wonder how your engines feel - The Only Living Boy In New York
Letra
Tom, get your plane right on time I know your part'll go fine Fly down to Mexico Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am The only living boy in New York I get the news I need on the weather report Oh, I can gather all the news I need on the weather report Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile Da-n-do-da-n-do-da-n-do here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where And we don't know where Here I am Half of the time we're gone, but we don't know where And we don't know where Tom, get your plane right on time I know that you've been eager to fly now Hey, let your honesty shine, shine, shine Da-n-do-da-n-do-da-n-do Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York The only living boy in New York - Song For The Asking
Letra
Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been waiting all my life Thinking it over, I've been sad Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad To change my ways for the asking Ask me and I will play All the love that I hold inside - For Emily Whenever I May Find Her (En Vivo)
- My Little Town
Letra
In my little town I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord, I recall My little town Coming home after school Flying my bike past the gates Of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging our shirts In the dirty breeze And after it rains There's a rainbow And all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there It's just imagination they lack Everything's the same Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town In my little town I never meant nothin' I was just my father's son Saving my money Dreaming of glory Twitching like a finger On the trigger of a gun Leaving nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town