Álbum Live From New York City, 1967 de Simon & Garfunkel - Canciones

Live From New York City, 1967

2002 |

Estilo(s) | Folk Rock

Sello | Columbia

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Listado de canciones del álbum Live From New York City, 1967

He Was My BrotherVer letra 3:21

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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
Leaves That Are GreenVer letra 2:57

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I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

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

Time hurries on

And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they whither with the wind

And they crumble in your hand

Once my heart was filled with love of a girl

I held her close, but she faded in the night

Like a poem I meant to write

And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they wither with the wind

And they crumble in your hand

I threw a pebble in a brook

And watched the ripples run away

And they never made a sound

And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they wither with the wind

And they crumble in your hand

Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello

Good-bye, Good-bye

Good-bye, Good-bye

That's all there is

And the leaves that are green turn to brown
SparrowVer letra 3:06

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Who will love a little Sparrow

Who's traveled far and cries for rest?

“Not I,” said the Oak Tree

“I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest

And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast”

Who will love a little Sparrow

And who will speak a kindly word?

“Not I,” said the Swan

“The entire idea is utterly absurd

I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other Swans heard”

And who will take pity in his heart

And who will feed a starving Sparrow?

“Not I,” said the Golden Wheat

“I would if I could, but I cannot, I know

I need all my grain to prosper and grow”

Who will love a little Sparrow?

Will no one write her eulogy?

“I will,” said the Earth

“For all I've created returns unto me

From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be”
Homeward BoundVer letra 2:40

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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.
You Don't Know Where Your Interest Lies 2:07
A Most Peculiar ManVer letra 3:00

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He was a most peculiar man.

That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know;

She lived upstairs from him

She said he was a most peculiar man.

He was a most peculiar man.

He lived all alone within a house,

Within a room, within himself,

A most peculiar man.

He had no friends, he seldom spoke

And no one in turn ever spoke to him,

'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care

And he wasn't like them.

Oh, no! he was a most peculiar man.

He died last Saturday.

He turned on the gas and he went to sleep

With the windows closed so he'd never wake up

To his silent world and his tiny room;

And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere

Who should be notified soon.

And all the people said, "What a shame that he's dead,

But wasn't he a most peculiar man?"
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) 1:50
The Dangling ConversationVer letra 3:02

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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.
Richard CoryVer letra 3:24

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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.
A Hazy Shade Of WinterVer letra 2:38

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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
Benedictus 2:55
BlessedVer letra 3:46

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Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.

Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.

Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on,

O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

I got no place to go,

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

Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.

Blessed is the land and the kingdom.

Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.

Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers.

O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

My words trickle down from a wound

That I have no intention to heal.

Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.

Blessed is the church service makes me nervous

Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers.

O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

I have tended my own garden

Much too long.
A Poem On The Underground WallVer letra 4:46

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The last train is nearly due,

The underground is closing soon,

And in the dark deserted station,

Restless in anticipation,

A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,

At all that they can touch or catch,

And hidden deep within his pocket,

Safe within its silent socket,

He holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb,

The carriage rides to meet the groom,

And opens wide and welcome doors,

But he hesitates, then withdraws

Deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly

On wheels clicking silently

Like a gently tapping litany,

And he holds his crayon rosary

Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,

The crayon on the wall he slashes,

Deep upon the advertising,

A single worded poem comprised

Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding

The poem across the tracks rebounding

Shadowed by the exit light

His legs take their ascending flight

To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.
Anji 2:28
I Am A RockVer letra 2:58

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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
The Sound Of SilenceVer letra 3:25

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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 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."
For Emily, Whenever I May Find HerVer letra 2:40

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What a dream I had

Pressed in organdy

Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy

Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets

Down past the shop displays

I heard cathedral bells

Tripping down the alley ways

As I walked on

And when you ran to me

Your cheeks flushed with the night

We walked on frosted fields

Of juniper and lamplight

I held your hand

And when I awoke and felt you warm and near

I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears

Oh, I love you, girl

Oh, I love you
A Church Is Burning 3:43
Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.Ver letra 3:36

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I can hear the soft breathing

Of the girl that I love

As she lies here beside me

Asleep with the night

And her hair, in a fine mist

Floats on my pillow

Reflecting the glow

Of the winter moonlight

She is soft, she is warm

But my heart remains heavy

And I watch as her breasts

Gently rise, gently fall

For I know with the first light of dawn

I'll be leaving

And tonight will be

All I have left to recall

Oh, what have I done,

Why have I done it?

I've committed a crime,

I have broken the law

For twenty-five dollars

And pieces of silver

I held up and robbed

A hard liquor store

My life seems unreal,

My crime an illusion

A scene badly written

In which I must play

Yet I know as I gaze

At my young love beside me

The morning is just a few hours away