Paul Simon's
Paul Simon Frankfurt 2002

Satin Summer Nights

©Paul Simon, released on Songs from The Capeman, 1997



I been sleeping on the roof of my building

It's cooler than the street.

I been watching the setting sun

As it bounces off the avenue

Turning into gold dust at my feet.


Carlos and Yolanda

Dancing in the hallway

To an old melody

Spanish eyes and soft brown curls

My love, my love

Come to me.


I believe I'm in the power of Saint Lazarus.

And he holds me in his sight

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

Well, they won't last for all of us,

But they'll last for a long summer night.

I can feel the fire in her eyes

Tonight, tonight

Under satin summer skies.


[The Vampires:]





Baby, baby, baby

Be my special one

I seen you move in from across the street

I like the way you walk

I love the way you run


Baby, baby,

No more baby talk


Papi, this ain't Mayagüez


This is the island of Nueva York


We'll go through the projects,

Make-out on the roofs

An' count the stars like silver studs on

My . . .


Motorcycle boots


Tengan cuidado con ese tipo.


Ay verdad te digo, ese tipo es tan sucio.





You wastin' your time, they don't know what I do

You little ghetto weeds . . . I feel like killin' you.


Banana-colored light-skinned spics,

You feel your peel so fine?

I'm Hernández, The Umbrella Man,

Your future's locked in mine.


The Chaplains and The Golden Guineas

The Red Wings and The Crowns,

The Mighty Mau Maus,

Those Shines from Brooklyn,

They want to cut The Vampires down


The Savage Skulls, The Fordham Baldies,

They'll treat you like you're piss

From the heart of the barrio, now my brother

We tell them mother fuckers suck on this.


I think we got something to talk about.

You're a coolie from the turf.

That's cool, but you don't get no respect around

here unless you belong to a bopping gang . . .

I mean, you either belong or you get hurt.

Or you could buy some protection from me.


'Cause if someone's got to die

To pay for the shit they done

I believe in an eye for an eye

What you believe in, Salvador Agrón?

Mr. Agrón? Senor Agrón?



I believe I'm in the power of St. Lazarus

And he holds me in his sight

I believe he watches over us all

Don't tear apart

This satin summer night.