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Paul Simon

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Lyrics

Paul Simon Frankfurt 2002

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I can think at all

I can walk much faster than this

I can't afford their education

I can't believe your song is gone so soon.

I can't for the life of me

I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong

I can't make it without you;

I can't run but

I can't tell you I love you (too-too-too-wah)

I can't touch what I feel

I cannot feel your hand,

I come arunning right over;

I come to earth from outer space.

I could barely sign my name

I could be sailing in seizures of laughter

I could be wrong again

I couldn't be sure

I couldn't've been no more than one or two

I did not serve.

I distinctly hear your voice

I do believe it's true.

I do believe it,

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,

I do it for your love

I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim

I don't believe them, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I don't believe them

I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock

I don't believe what I read in the papers

I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more

I don't expect to sleep the night

I don't expect to sleep through the night

I don't fall too easily

I don't have a friend who feels at ease

I don't know a dream that's not been shattered

I don't know nothin' about nothin' about

I don't know what is real,

I don't know where I'm going

I don't know why I spend my time

I don't know why (2) (3)

I don't know (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

I don't lie when I speak.

I don't need you darling Lorraine

I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind

I don't understand your writing

I don't want no part of this crazy love

I don't want no part of your love

I don't want to be a judge

I drank a cup of herbal brew

I dream we are lying on the top of a hill

I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly

I fall on the floor and I am happy.

I fall on the floor and I am laughing,

I fear I'll do some damage

I felt a pain in my shoulder blade

I figure that once upon a time I was an ocean

I fly into J.F.K.

I fold in your arms

I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets

I get slandered,

I get the news I need on the weather report.

I go to a famous physician

I go to sleep at night and dream of you

I got a call from my broker

I got a Nikon camera

I got a Winchester 243

I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes yeah,

I got no place to go,

I got some run-down shoes

I got some so-called friends

I got the paranoia blues

I got the style, I got the look.

I got to go, I got to go"

I got to, I got to go"

I got to, I got to, I got to"

I got up to wash my face

I grew up believing

I grew up in a state of disbelief

I grow weak, I go slack

I guess I'm a washout

I had a childhood that was mercifully brief

I had a dream about us

I had a girl named Mary Lou

I had a long streak of that bad luck

I had me a girlfriend

I happened to turn around

I hate to abuse an old cliché

I have a friend who is born again

I have a number in my head

I have a wife and family

I have a wisdom tooth

I have my books

I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.

I have squandered my resistance,

I have stumbled through silvery water to my savior, my Salvador!

I have tended my own garden

I have to face this horror, Señora.

I have to stand up for my friends

I have walked through the valley of death-row to the shore

I haven't seen you in a long time.

I hear the drizzle of the rain

I hear words I never heard

I heard a church bell softly chime

I heard a racket in the hall

I heard cathedral bells

I heard you're packing to leave!

I held her close, but she faded in the night

I held this job as a traveling salesman,

I held up and robbed a liquor store.

I held up and robbed (2)

I held your hand.

I hung one more year on the line

I introduced myself as Frank

I just can't believe it's so,

I just couldn't believe it,

I just couldn't believe it.

I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone.

I just walk in the middle of the road

I just wish that I could hug you

I keep hearing our song

I kicked around some

I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.

I knew a man, his brain was so small,

I knew it all the time."

I know how hard it's been for you these many years,

I know I ain't got no business here

I know I'm fakin' it,

I know I've no right to speak.

I know it's all gonna fade

I know it's not right to leave you,

I know that customs man

I know that I am like the rain

I know that I just would die

I know that these jitterbug days I'm livin',

I know the reason I

I know they say let it be

I know they'd never match

I know what I know,

I know what I know

I know who I am

I know you couldn't disagree.

I know you see through me

I know you're in pain

I know you're trying to protect me

I know you've been eager to fly now.

I know your part'll go fine.

I lean closer to the fire, but I'm cold

I left a message at your hotel

I left my home in the maritimes

I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.

I like that gun for deer

I like the way you walk

I like to sleep with the window open

I lived in it, loved in it

I long for your love

I long to see St. Judy's Comet

I look around, leaves are brown now

I look for a way

I look for eternity

I looked around and she was gone

I lost my harmonica, Albert.

I love the piano

I love the way you run

I love to take a photograph

I love you (2) (3)

I may live in my car

I mean everybody here would know exactly

I mean, you either belong or you get hurt.

I met my old lover

I might find peace of mind

I might still be sinking fast

I miss my woman so

I miss those soft places

I need a photo-opportunity

I need all my grain to prosper and grow."

I need it so much

I never been laid so low

I never did a thing to you

I never done you no wrong,

I never hit you when you're down,

I never laughed so long

I never meant nothin'

I never ran around,

I never ran around.

I never think about home

I notice so many people

I once had a car

I own the tailor's face and hands.

I prefer boysenberry

I probably wouldn't have

I really remind you of Money,

I registered to vote today

I remember once in a load-out, down in Birmingham

I remember once in August 1993

I remember one of my best friends turned enemy

I run 'cause I'm lost

I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera."

I said "Peg, you better look around

I said "Where you goin'?"

I said aren't you the women

I said good gracious, can this be my luck,

I said hey no breakdowns come

I said hey Senorita that's astute

I said hey, is this my problem?,

I said I appreciate that and would you please explain

I said I have no opinion about that

I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do

I said take this child, Lord

I said what does that mean

I said who am I

I said, why don't we get together

I said (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

I sat down at a truck stop

I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand

I say the joke is on her

I search for a truth

I see them in the airport lounge

I seem to lean on

I seen a glorious day, aiee

I seen you move in from across the street

I shoot a thought into the future

I should be depressed

I should go to bed

I should have been a musician

I should have believed you

I slammed into a brick wall,

I sleep in the local hotel

I sleep in the middle of the bed

I speak to you in Jesus' name

I stand alone without beliefs

I started to think too much

I still haven't shaken it.

I stop and think it over

I stop awhile and think of you

I stop in the middle of a sentence

I sure been on this road

I sure could use a friend

I sure do love you,

I surely was a tailor, look at me...

I surely would.

I swear, I can't, I can't get used to something so right

I think about quittin' every day of the week

I think I'm in trouble here

I think we got something to talk about.

I threw a pebble in a brook

I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination

I took some comfort there.

I touch no one and no one touches me.

I turn around to say goodbye

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

I used to lay my head

I wandered empty streets

I want a shot at redemption

I want to rid my heart of envy

I want to shake every limb in the garden of Eden

I want to spend my salary

I want you to be my movie (2)

I was 12 years old

I was all right,

I was befriended

I was born before my father

I was born in Puerto Rico

I was dealing my last hand of poker

I was eating some Lin's Chow Fon

I was having this discussion

I was in prison not in church.

I was just my father's son

I was left without a penny in my pocket

I was living in London

I was more like a land-locked sailor

I was only a child of the city

I was playin' my guitar

I was reading a magazine

I was running with the gang and we were wild

I was so hard to please

I was thinking about my past

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.

I was walking down the street

I was walking through the Christmas tide

I was walking with my dog

I was wearing my brown suit

I was wrong, and I could be wrong again

I was young and unemployed

I watch the night receive the room of my day

I watch you sleeping in the hospital bed

I went to my doctor

I will comfort you.

I will ease your mind.

I will lay me down.

I will love innumerably

I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you

I wish I could hold you tight the whole night through

I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again

I woke up from out of my dreams

I won't be wanting anymore

I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.

I won't do you any harm

I wonder how your engine feels.

I wonder how your engine feels

I wonder what's gone wrong

I would not have to wait for

I'd be laughed at and scorned if the

I'd do anything to keep you safe

I'd ease myself down,

I'd have left here long ago

I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free

I'd like to hock it

I'd rather be a forest than a street.

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail.

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,

I'd say "Now who do, (who-oo)

I'd say "Now who do, (whooo)

I'd say God bless the absentee

I'd write a song called

I'll be away for a long time

I'll be leaving,

I'll keep your image in my eye

I'll keep your image with me till the day I die

I'll never worry

I'll play the game and pretend.

I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright.

I'll sing what I said,

I'll take the evil in me

I'll take your part when darkness comes,

I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan.

I'm a consecrated boy (when I was just a bo-o-o-y)

I'm a consummated man (grown to be a ma-a-a-n)

I'm a rag-a-muffin child.

I'm a singer in a Sunday choir (oooh)

I'm accustomed to a smooth ride

I'm afraid so I cry

I'm afraid that I will disappear

I'm afraid that I'll be taken

I'm answering a question I am asking of myself

I'm begging you please to come home

I'm bound to tell a story

I'm Carlos Apache

I'm coming to see my Congressman

I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep

I'm exhausted from loving so well

I'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeah

I'm going to call the whole thing to a halt,

I'm going to Graceland,

I'm going to Graceland

I'm going to sing it three times more

I'm going to stay 'til your resistance

I'm gonna leave you now

I'm gonna skip my homework

I'm gonna stand guard

I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention

I'm gonna watch you shine

I'm gonna wear a mask and ride a horse and carry a six-gun too

I'm having a good time

I'm Hernández, The Umbrella Man,

I'm hungry for learning

I'm hungry to hear you.

I'm in the road

I'm in the valley of twilight

I'm just a fool in love with darling Lorraine

I'm just weary to my bones

I'm knocking at your place of business

I'm leaving Greenhaven's towers of stone

I'm living on Gatorade

I'm looking at ghosts and empties,

I'm looking for answers

I'm not meant to be a homemaker

I'm not really makin' it.

I'm not talking about your pigtails

I'm not the kind of man

I'm not worried

I'm not (2) (3) (4) (5)

I'm on my way I'm taking my time

I'm on your side, when times get rough

I'm out in the jungle

I'm painting my hair the colour of mud, mud, okay?

I'm painting my hair the colour of mud.

I'm picking up a bogus degree

I'm sailing right behind.

I'm searching for love

I'm searching for something

I'm sick to death of you Lorraine

I'm sitting in the railway station.

I'm so (I'm so) in love (in love) with you

I'm still hoping for the raise they promised me

I'm such a dubious soul,

I'm the first to admit it

I'm the one who made you cry

I'm the pig who committed

I'm thinking outta here

I'm tight, well, that's me

I'm tired, tired, anybody care what I say? No!

I'm tired, tired

I'm travelin' with this five-piece band

I'm trying to tap into some wisdom,

I'm trying, I'm flying

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

I'm up on the Presidential Po-o-dium (oooh)

I'm used to that

I'm used to them

I'm walking with my family

I'm wearing my father's old coat

I'm your ace in the hole (oh yeah)

I'm your ace in the hole

I'm your guarantee

I've about waited all I can

I've been following the light across my room

I've been given all I wanted,

I've been on the road so long my friend,

I've been waiting all my life

I've been waking up at sunrise

I've broken the law.

I've built walls,

I've come to look for America."

I've come to talk with you again,

I've come to watch your flowers growin'

I've committed a crime, I've broken the law.

I've committed a crime, (2)

I've got a hiding place in Central Park (2)

I've got a wife, four grown children

I've got no choice, what can I do

I've got the Presidential Seal (was the president)

I've had a long streak of bad luck

I've harvested and I've planted.

I've just been fakin' it,

I've made my way

I've no money to come East,

I've seen them all and man

I've waited such a long time

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

If a feeling's born and no one complains

If a heart is an open memory book

If I become a first lieutenant

If I could play all the memories

If I could speak the language easily

If I ever come back as a tree, or a crow

If I found out you told a lie

If I have children

If I have money

If I have weaknesses (2)

If I never loved I never would have cried.

If I only could,

If I'd heard John Lennon had died

If it had not been for Lorraine

If it's a hat you require, let me show you one of our stingy brims. Here, check yourself out in the mirror. This shipment just come in.

If it's only to say

If it's raining or it's cold,

If just for tonight and tomorrow

If she stays, she stays here.

If some of my homes

If that's my prayerbook,

If that's the way it's going to be

If the answer is infinite light

If the boy survived.

If the plans were changed

If the sun don't shine, the wind don't break

If you do, now.

If you leap awake

If you need a friend

If you took all the girls I knew

If you wanna get some quality

If you want to keep your sanity

If you want to leave

If you want to write a song about the heart

If you want to write a song about the moon

If you want to write a song about

If you want to write a song

If you'll be my bodyguard

If you're fixing to go,

If you're just a halfway decent man.

If you're looking for worries

Immaculate machine

Impaled on my wall

In a cartoon graveyard

In a couple of days they come and

In a deep and dark December;

In a land called somewhere

In a land where I'm a stranger

In a melody sustainin'

In a motorcade. Abandoned when they're old

In a narrow little room,

In a phone booth

In a speech before the Convention of the Veterans of Foreign Wars in New York, Nixon also said opposition to the war in this country is the greatest single weapon working against the U.S.

in a sweet breeze

In a taxi heading downtown,

In a very short time.

In an atmosphere of freaky holiday.

In an old junk shop

In Chicago Richard Speck, accused murderer of nine student nurses, was brought before a grand jury today for indictment. The nurses were found stabbed and strangled in their Chicago apartment.

In early memory

In Emerson High school

In every language spoken,

In Graceland Graceland,

In her cold coffee eyes

In Los Angeles today comedian Lenny Bruce died of what was believed to be an overdose of narcotics. Bruce was 42 years old.

In Memphis Tennessee

In my dream you spoke to me

In my life I've been unlucky with two husbands

In my little town

In nomine domine,

In nomine domine

In private invocations

In restless dreams I walked alone

In restless walks she'll prowl the night.

In some local bar and grill

In such a mysterious way

In syncopated time

in the back of my building

In the back of my head,

In the back of my head

In the blue light

In the borders of our lives.

In the bottles and the bones of the night

In the bottom of the eighth

In the cabinet cold of their hearts?

In the city of my dreams

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,

In the company of strangers,

In the courtrooms today

In the creases and the shadows

In The Daily News, the caption read,

In the dangling conversation

in the dark deserted station

In the dirty breeze

In the early evening gloom.

In the harbor church of St. Cecilia

In the hour when the heart is weakest

In the little harbor church of St. Cecilia

In the mirror of a bad dream

In the neck of my guitar

In the New Orleans

In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.

In the sacramental hour your stepfather in black

In the Sangre de Cristo

In the shelter of your arms

In the wells of silence

in the words that it was forming.

In this basketball town

In Washington D.C.

In Washington the atmosphere was tense today as a special subcommittee of the House Committee on Un-American activities continued its probe into anti-Viet nam war protests.

In which I must play.

Indications indicate running the same riff will turn you around

Inside my chest, but she

Inside my chest (2)

Inside my crowed face

Into our hearts

Into Washington, D.C.

Is down from the shelf

Is just a mystery to me

Is life within the business world a drag?

Is like a window in your heart,

Is negotiable, if there is one.

Is only a moment away

Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.

Is only a motion away,

Is only a motion away

Is tapping on my forehead,

Is that love remains the same

Is there any danger?

Is this my fault?,

Is when two other people

Is woven indelibly

It came all the way from Texas

It cuts away my sorrow

It gets me agitated when I think that

It hangs on the highways

It hardly matters,

It hides the child I nursed and bathed, Señora.

It s animal behavior

It seems mindless, but it does

It sure. Don't feel

It takes me hours till my homework's thru,

It took a little time

It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw

It took me four years to learn

It wants everything

It wants soil as soft as summer

It was a dry wind,

It was a slow day,

It was against the law

It was in the early morning hours

It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away

It was nineteen sixtyfour

It was the morning of October 6th, 1960

It was the myth of fingerprints

It was the year of The Beatles

It was the year of The Stones

It wasn't hard to do

It would break my heart

It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love.

It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain.

It's a completely different song

It's a dead end job, and you gets tired of sittin'

It's a done deal

It's a fine day

It's a light and tumble journey

It's a little secret,

It's a long road to Canaan

It's a natural reaction I learned

It's a question I often repeat

It's a still life water color,

It's a strange phenomenon

It's a street in a strange world

It's a thousand miles long

It's a turn-around jump shot

It's against the law

It's all because of you

It's all because you wouldn't say, I do

It's all happening at the zoo.

It's all over the evening news

It's all that we can bear,

It's an occupation where the wind prevails

It's animal behavior

It's apt to confuse me

It's been a long, long day

It's carbon and monoxide

It's cooler than the street.

It's election, I don't care, election

It's everybody jump start

It's got quality

It's just a little lump

It's just apartment house rules

It's just apartment house sense

It's just imagination they lack

It's just like going fishing

It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.

It's like apartment rents

It's no matter if you're born

It's not that the colors aren't there

It's not their style

It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain.

It's outrageous I can't stop thinking about the things I'm thinking of.

It's outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school.

It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor.

It's pigs, sheep and wolves

It's sleeping in my memory.

It's such an unusual sight

It's summertime, summertime

It's the only life...

It's the principal source of his revenue

It's the same old story

It's true the tools of love wear down

It's, every generation throws a hero up the pop charts,

Its been a long, long day

Its pigs, sheep and wolves

Its saddest sound,

Its saddest sound.

Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo).

Jesus on the cross

Joseph's face was as black as the night

Joseph's face was black as night

Jubilation, she loves me again,

Judging from his belly

Jukebox in the corner

July, she will fly,

June, she'll change her tune.

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.

Just a fine and fancy ramble

Just as I must breathe each breath.

Just drop off the key, Lee

Just get yourself free

Just give me some tenderness

Just kickin' down the cobblestones

Just later on the very same night

Just lean on me.

Just like an easy chair

Just like history

Just like The Penguins, the Moonglows

Just like the rattlesnake sheds its skin

Just listen to me

Just look at the way that fabric drapes your legs. Now imagine that in a size 6 and a 12 inch leg. Women see you coming, they'll get down on their knees and beg!

Just open your window

Just searching for the emerald sea, boys, searching for the sea

Just simply pretend

Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers

Just The New York Times,

Just the Robinsons' affair.

Just to explain

Just to lay our prayers upon them

Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,

Just your ordinary rhythm and blues

Keep an eye on them children

Keep your bible near you

Kid, you better look around

Kids in school come up to me

Killer wants to go on T.V. (2)

Killer wants to go to college

King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday.

Kulumani, Kulumani sizwe

La, la, la, la, la, la, la.

Lasers in the jungle somewhere,

Last night I slept on a rented pillow

Last year as a senior

Laugh about it,

Laughing on the bus;

Lavender and roses

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,

Lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness

Learn how to fall

Leave your boy so far from home

Leavin' by the basement door),

Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake

Leaving nothing but the dead and dying

Leaving the shadow of the valley behind me now

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

Legs like rubber band

Let a stranger change your life

Let The Capeman burn for the murder

Let the morningtime drop all its petals on me...

Let the music wash your soul

Let us say it's for the child

Let's get him and kill him

Let's get him, let's get him,

Let's get that wolf

Let's give that wolf a lethal injection

Let's keep it that way

Let's kill him, let's get him, kill him

Let's kill him, let's get him

Let's rock some more

Lies of a nature we've heard before

Lies the shepherd from the sheep

Life, I love you,

Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm

Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm

Lights a candle in the middle of the night

Lih lih lih lih

Like a beggar at your sleeve

Like a bridge over troubled water

Like a dog in the moonlight

like a gently tapping litany

Like a memory it falls

Like a National guitar,

Like a pencil point? A love bite?

Like a pistol on a June night

Like a poem I meant to write.

Like a poem poorly written

Like a postcard of a Golden Retriever

Like a rat in a maze

Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street

Like a swan that's here and gone

Like a thorny crown

Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.

Like floating questions, why?

Like hands that are praying

Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.

Like it shines on me

Like plants the medicine is everywhere

Like rain in a draught

Like saccharin.

Like shells upon the shore

Like soft parachutes

Like the color of my skin,

Like the elevator man don't work no more

Like the pieces of a puzzle

Like the waves in the sea

Lincoln Duncan is my name

Little bit by little bit

Little boy, little boy

Little by little