Álbum Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme de Simon & Garfunkel - Canciones

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

1966 |

Estilo(s) | Folk Rock,Pop Rock

Sello | Columbia

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Listado de canciones del álbum Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

Scarborough Fair/Canticle 3:13
PatternsVer letra 2:45

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letra de Patterns
The night sets softly

With the hush of falling leaves,

Casting shivering shadows

On the houses through the trees,

And the light from a street lamp

Paints a pattern on my wall,

Like the pieces of a puzzle

Or a child's uneven scrawl.

Up a narrow flight of stairs

In a narrow little room,

As I lie upon my bed

In the early evening gloom.

Impaled on my wall

My eyes can dimly see

The pattern of my life

And the puzzle that is me.

From the moment of my birth

To the instant of my death,

There are patterns I must follow

Just as I must breathe each breath.

Like a rat in a maze

The path before me lies,

And the pattern never alters

Until the rat dies.

And the pattern still remains

On the wall where darkness fell,

And it's fitting that it should,

For in darkness I must dwell.

Like the color of my skin,

Or the day that I grow old,

My life is made of patterns

That can scarcely be controlled.
Composición: Paul Simon
CloudyVer letra 2:13

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letra de Cloudy
Cloudy

The sky is gray and white and cloudy,

Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.

And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles.

I'm a rag-a-muffin child.

Pointed finger-painted smile.

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

Cloudy

My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,

They have no borders, no boundaries.

They echo and they swell

From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.

Down from Berkeley to Carmel.

Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.

Hey sunshine

I haven't seen you in a long time.

Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?

These clouds stick to the sky

Like floating questions, why?

And they linger there to die.

They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.

Cloudy,

Cloudy.
Composición: Paul Simon
Homeward BoundVer letra 2:32

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letra de Homeward Bound
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.
Composición: Paul Simon
The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine 2:47
Composición: Paul Simon
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) 1:49
Composición: Paul Simon
The Dangling ConversationVer letra 2:41

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letra de The Dangling Conversation
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.
Composición: Paul Simon
Flowers Never Bend With The RainfallVer letra 2:15

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letra de Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep

Past the shadows dark and deep

My mind dances and leaps in confusion.

I don't know what is real,

I can't touch what I feel

And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend

My life will never end,

And flowers never bend

With the rainfall.

The mirror on my wall

Casts an image dark and small

But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.

I am blinded by the light

Of God and truth and right

And I wander in the night without direction.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend

My life will never end,

And flowers never bend

With the rainfall.

It's no matter if you're born

To play the King or pawn

For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,

So my fantasy

Becomes reality,

And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend

My life will never end,

And flowers never bend

With the rainfall.
Composición: Paul Simon
A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamera'd Into Submission) 2:15
Composición: Paul Simon
For Emily, Whenever I May Find HerVer letra 2:08

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letra de For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
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
Composición: Paul Simon
A Poem On The Underground WallVer letra 1:59

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letra de A Poem On The Underground Wall
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.
Composición: Paul Simon
7 O'Clock News/Silent Night 2:04
Composición: Paul Simon