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    All songs written by Paul Simon


    A Hazy Shade Of Winter
    At The Zoo
    Bridge Over Troubled Waters
    Cecilia
    El Condor Pasa
    Fakin' It
    Homeward Bound
    I Am A Rock
    Mrs. Robinson
    Scarborough Fair
    Sounds Of Silence
    The Boxer


    A Hazy Shade Of Winter


    Time,
    Time,
    Time, see what's become of me
    While I looked around for my possibilities.

    I was so hard to please.
    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.
    Leaves are brown.
    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    Of unpublished rhyme.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.



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    At The Zoo


    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 crosstown bus
    If it's raining or it's cold,
    And the animals will love it
    If you do.

    Somethin' tells me
    It's all happening at the zoo.

    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 zookeeper is very fond of rum.

    Zebras are reactionaries,
    Antelopes are missionaries,
    Pigeons plot in secrecy,
    And hamsters turn on frequently.
    What a gas! You gotta come and see
    At the zoo.



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    Bridge Over Troubled Waters


    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 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
    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



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    Cecilia


    Cecilia, 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.

    Cecilia, 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,
    I got up to wash my face
    When I come back to bed,
    someone's taken my place.

    Cecilia, 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 laughing,

    Jubilation,
    She loves me again,
    I fall on the floor and I laughing



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    El Condor Pasa


    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

    Its 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 could,
    I surely would.



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    Fakin' It


    When she goes, she's gone.
    If she stays, she stays here.
    The girl does what she wants to do.
    She knows what she wants to do.
    And I know I'm fakin' it,
    I'm not really makin' it.

    I'm such a dubious soul,
    And a walk in the garden
    Wears me down.
    Tangled in the fallen vines,
    Pickin' up the punch lines,
    I've just been fakin' it,
    Not really makin' it.

    Is there any danger?
    No, not not really.
    Just lean on me.
    Takin' time to treat
    Your friendly neighbors honestly.
    I've just been fakin' it,
    I'm not really makin' it.
    This feeling of fakin' it
    I still haven't shaken it.

    Prior to this lifetime
    I surely was a tailor
    I own the tailor's face and hands.
    I am the tailor's face and hands and
    I know I'm fakin' it,
    I'm not really makin' it.
    This feeling of fakin' it
    I still haven't shaken it.



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    Homeward Bound


    I'm sitting in the railway station.
    Got a ticket to my destination.
    On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
    And ev'ry 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.

    Ev'ry day's an endless stream
    Of cigarettes and magazines.
    And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
    And ev'ry 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.



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    I Am A Rock


    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 deep and mighty,
    That none may penetrate.
    I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
    It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
    I am a rock,
    I am an island.

    Don't talk of love,
    But 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.



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    Mrs. Robinson


    We'd like to know
    A little bit about you
    For our files.
    We'd like to help you learn
    To help yourself.
    Look around you. All you see
    Are sympathetic eyes.
    Stroll around the grounds
    Until you feel at home.

    And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
    Jesus loves you more than you will know
    Wo wo wo
    God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
    Heaven holds a place for those who pray
    Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

    Hide it in a hiding place
    Where no one ever goes.
    Put it in you pantry with your cupcakes.
    It's a little secret,
    Just the Robinsons' affair.
    Most of all, you've got to hide it
    from the kids.

    Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
    Jesus loves you more than you will know
    Wo wo wo

    God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
    Heaven holds a place for those who pray
    Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

    Sitting on a sofa
    On a Sunday afternoon,
    Going to the candidates' debate,
    Laugh about it,
    Shout about it,
    When you've got to choose,
    Every way you look at it you lose.

    Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
    A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
    Ooo ooo ooo.

    What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
    "Joltin' Joe has left and gone away"
    Hey hey hey, hey hey hey



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    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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    Sounds Of Silence


    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 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 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
    And 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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.



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    The Boxer


    I am just a poor boy.
    Though my story's seldom told,
    I have squandered my resistance
    For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises
    All lies and jests
    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 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

    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 ev'ry glove that laid him down
    And cut him till he cried out
    In his anger and his shame,
    "I am leaving, I am leaving."
    But the fighter still remains
    Lie la lie..........





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