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Album title: The Concert In Central Park
Date of album release: 1982
Album producers: Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel, Phil Ramone, & Roy Halee
Entrance of album to Billboard Pop Chart: 1982 ?
Highest position held by album in Billboard Pop Chart: #06
Number of songs: 21 (but contained on 19 tracks: "Kodachrome" & "Maybellene" on Track 13 and "Old Friends" & "Bookends Theme" on Track 17)
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Album synopsis
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Sounds Of Silence is Simon & Garfunkel's second recorded album, but the first album that sold well both in the United States and in the United Kingdom.
With the exception of Anji, all the songs (music and lyrics) are written and composed by Paul Simon.
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Track listing
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Track listing and approximate lengths (mins:secs):
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Track One: Mrs. Robinson
by Paul Simon
(c) 1968 Paul Simon (BMI)
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 your 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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Track Two: Homeward Bound
by Paul Simon
(c) 1966 Paul Simon (BMI)
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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Track Three: America
by Paul Simon
(c) 1968 Paul Simon (BMI)
"Let us be lovers,
We'll marry our fortunes together.
I've got some real estate
Here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes
And Mrs. Wagner pies,
And walked off
To look for America.
"Kathy," I said,
As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now.
It took me four days
To hitchhike from Saginaw.
I've come to look for America."
Laughing on the bus,
Playing games with the faces,
She said the man in the gabardine suit
Was a spy.
I said, "Be careful,
His bow tie is really a camera."
"Toss me a cigarette,
I think there's one in my raincoat."
"We smoked the last one
An hour ago."
So I looked at the scenery,
She read her magazine;
And the moon rose over an open field.
"Kathy, I'm lost," I said,
Though I knew she was sleeping:
"I'm empty and aching and
I don't know why."
Counting the cars
On the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come
To look for America,
All come to look for America,
All come to look for America.
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Track Four: Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard
by Paul Simon
(c) 1971 Paul Simon (BMI)
The mama pajama rolled out of bed,
And she ran to the police station,
When the papa found out, he began to shout,
And he started the investigation.
It's against the law, it was against the law,
What the mama saw, it was against the law.
Ev'ry time my name gets mentioned,
The papa said, "Oy, if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention."
Well, I'm on my way,
I don't know where I'm going,
I'm on my way,
I'm taking my time but I don't where.
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona,
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard.
In a couple of days they come and take me away,
But the press let the story leak,
And when the radical priest come to get me released,
We was all on the cover of Newsweek.
Well, I'm on my way,
I don't know where I'm going,
I'm on my way,
I'm taking my time but I don't where.
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona,
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard.
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard.
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard.
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Track Five: Scarborough Fair
Arranged by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
(c) 1966 Paul Simon (BMI)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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Track Six: April Come She Will
by Paul Simon
(c) 1965 Paul Simon (BMI)
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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Track Seven: Wake Up Little Susie
by Felice and Boudleaux Bryant (The Everly Brothers)
(c) 1957 House of Bryant Publications (BMI)
Wake up, little Susie, wake up;
Wake up, little Susie, wake up;
We've both been sound asleep,
Wake up, little Susie, and weep;
The movie's over, it's four o'clock
And we're in trouble deep;
Wake up, little Susie,
Wake up, little Susie.
Well, what are we gonna tell your Mama?
What are we gonna tell your Pa?
What are we gonna tell our friends
When they say "Ooh la la"?
Wake up, little Susie,
Wake up, little Susie.
Well, we told your Mama that we'd be in by ten;
Well, Susie baby, looks like we goofed again.
Wake up, little Susie,
Wake up, little Susie,
We gotta go home.
Wake up, little Susie, wake up;
Wake up, little Susie, wake up;
The movie wasn't so hot,
It didn't have much of a plot;
We fell asleep, our goose is cooked,
Our reputation is shot;
Wake up, little Susie,
Wake up, little Susie.
Well, what are we gonna tell your Mama?
What are we gonna tell your Pa?
What are we gonna tell our friends
When they say "Ooh la la"?
Wake up, little Susie,
Wake up, little Susie,
Wake up, little Susie.
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Track Eight: Still Crazy After All These Years
by Paul Simon
(c) 1974 Paul Simon (BMI)
I met my old lover
On the street last night.
She seemed so glad to see me,
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years,
Still crazy after all these years.
I'm not the kind of man
Who tends to socialize
I seem to lean on
Old familiar ways.
And I ain't no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years
Four in the morning
Tapped out
Yawning
Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all gonna fade
Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars roll by
I fear I'll do some damage
One fine day
But I would not be convicted
By a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years
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Track Nine: American Tune
by Paul Simon
(c) 1973 Paul Simon (BMI)
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
But I'm alright, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home,
So far away from home.
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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Track Ten: Late In The Evening
by Paul Simon
(c) 1978 Paul Simon (BMI)
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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Track Eleven: Slip Slidin' Away
by Paul Simon
(c) 1977 Paul Simon (BMI)
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
I know a man
He came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman
Like a thorny crown
He said Dolores
I live in fear
My love for you's so overpowering
I'm afraid that I will disappear
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses
To describe her life
She said a good day
Ain't got no rain
She said a bad day's when I lie in bed
And think of things that might have been
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
And I know a father
Who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
For the things he'd done
He came a long way
Just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable
To the mortal man
We work our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we're glidin' down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
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Track Twelve: A Heart In New York
by Benny Gallagher & Graham Lyle
(c) 1977 Rondor Music (London) Ltd.
(c) 1981 Headquarters Artists Management Ltd.
Administered by Irving Music, Inc. in the U.S. & Canada
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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Track Thirteen: Kodachrome & Maybellene
"Kodachrome" by Paul Simon
(c) 1973 Paul Simon (BMI)
"Maybellene" by Chuck Berry
(c) 1955 Arc Music Corporation
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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Track Fourteen: Bridge Over Troubled Water
by Paul Simon
(c) 1969 Paul Simon (BMI)
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 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 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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Track Fifteen: 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover
by Paul Simon
(c) 1975 Paul Simon (BMI)
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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Track Sixteen: The Boxer
by Paul Simon
(c) 1968 Paul Simon (BMI)
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
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.
iai iaaai iai
iai iaai aaai
iaaiaai
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
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.
Now the years are rolling by me,
They are rockin' evenly
I am older than I once was,
And younger than I'll be, that's not unusual
No it isn't strange,
After changes upon changes,
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
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
Or 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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Track Seventeen: Old Friends & Bookends Theme
by Paul Simon
(c) 1968 Paul Simon (BMI)
Old Friends:
Old friends,
Old friends,
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years.
Silently sharing the same fears. . . .
Bookends Theme:
Time it was,
And what a time it was,
It was. . .
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences.
Long ago. . . it must be. . . .
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories;
They're all that's left you.
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Track Eighteen: The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
by Paul Simon
(c) 1966 Paul Simon (BMI)
Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobblestones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.
Hello lamppost,
What cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' groovy.
Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.
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Track Nineteen: The Sound Of Silence
by Paul Simon
(c) 1964 Paul Simon (BMI)
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 signs 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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