The
Sound Of Silence (3:06)
P. Simon, 1964
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 turn 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 shared
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 sound of silence
The
Singleman Party Foxtrot (Instrumental) (2:53)
D. Grusin, 1968
Mrs.
Robinson (Instrumental) (1:15)
P. Simon, 1968
Sunporch
Cha-Cha-Cha (Instrumental) (2:54)
D. Grusin, 1968
Scarborough
Fair/Canticle (Interlude) (Instrumental) (1:42)
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966
On
The Strip (Instrumental) (2:00)
D. Grusin, 1968
April
Come She Will (1:51)
P. Simon, 1965
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
The
Folks (Instrumental) (2:28)
D. Grusin, 1968
Scarborough
Fair/Canticle (6:22) Read
the song on which this is based!
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966
(The song is repeated twice. It's
the album track played twice in a row with a string and flute interlude
between the two.)
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
(On the side of a hill
in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on
snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes
the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the
clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill,
a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground with
so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea
strand
(A soldier cleans and
polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of
leather
(War bellows, blazing
in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their
soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of
heather
(And to fight for a
cause they've long ago forgotten)
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
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
(On the side of a hill
in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on
snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes
the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the
clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill,
a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground with
so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea
strand
(A soldier cleans and
polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of
leather
(War bellows, blazing
in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their
soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of
heather
(And to fight for a
cause they've long ago forgotten)
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
A
Great Effect (Instrumental) (4:07)
D. Grusin, 1968
The
Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine (1:46)
P. Simon, 1966
Do people have a tendency to dump
on you?
Does your group have more cavities
than theirs?
Do all the hippies seem to get the
jump on you?
Do you sleep alone when others sleep
in pairs?
Well there's no need to complain
We'll eliminate your pain
We can neutralize your brain
You'll feel just fine
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!
Do figures of authority just shoot
you down?
Is life within the business world
a drag?
Did your boss just mention that you'd
better shop around
To find yourself a more productive
bag?
Are you worried and distressed?
Can't seem to get no rest?
Put our product to the test
You'll feel just fine
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!
Whew
(Instrumental) (2:12)
D. Grusin, 1968
Mrs.
Robinson (1:13)
P. Simon, 1968
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will
know, wo wo wo
Stand up tall, Mrs. Robinson
God in Heaven smiles on those who
pray, hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
The
Sound Of Silence (3:07)
P. Simon, 1964
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 turn 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 shared
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
Within the sound of silence