Simon & Garfunkel.~ My Little Town ..

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 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

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Simon & Garfunkel.~ The BOXER..

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I am just a poor boy.

Though my story's seldom told,

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles,Such are ppromises

All lies and jestStill, a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest.

When I left my homeAnd my family,

I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station,

Running scared,Laying low,Seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go,Looking for the places

Only they would know.......CHORUS...

Lie-la-lie....

.Asking only workman's wagesI come looking for a job,

But I get no offers.Just a come-on from the whores

On Seventh AvenueI do declare,

There were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there.....CHORUS...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing I was goneGoing 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 tradeAnd he carries the reminders

Of ev'ry glove that laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame,

'I am leaving, I am leaving.'

But the fighter still remains....CHORUS...

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Simon & Garfunkel.~ SCARBOROUGH FAIR..

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.

Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Without no seams nor needle work,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.

Washes the grave with silvery tears.

A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to find me an acre of land:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Between the salt water and the sea strand,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.

General order their soldiers to kill.

And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

And gather it all in a bunch of heather,

Then she'll be a true love of mine...

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Simon & Garfunkel .~Sound Of SILENCE..

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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 remainsWithin the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the nightAnd 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

And no one dareDisturb 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 echoedIn 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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence..

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Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water

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Bridge Over Troubled Water

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When you're weary, feeling small,

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;

I'm on your side. 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.When darkness comes

And pains 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 silvergirl,Sail on by.

Your time has come to shine.

All your dreams are on their way.See how they shine.

If you need a friendI'm sailing right behind.

Like a bridge over troubled waterI will ease your mind.

Like a bridge over troubled waterI will ease your mind

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**Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel **

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