7 O'CLOCK NEWS/SILENT NIGHT... This is the early evening edition of the news. The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing section of the Civil Rights Bill. Brought traditional enemies together but it left the defenders of the measure without the votes of their strongest supporters. President Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start and everyone in Congress knew it. A compromise was painfully worked out in the House Judiciary Committee. In Los Angeles today comedian Lenny Bruce died of what was believed to be an overdoes of narcotics. Bruce was 42 years old. Dr. Martin Luther King says he does not intend to cancel plans for an open housing march Sunday into the Chicago suburb of Cicero. Cook County Sheriff Richard Ogleby asked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago Richard Speck, accused murderer of nine student nurses, was brought before a grand jury today for indictment. The nurses were found stabbed an strangled in their Chicago apartment. In Washington the atmosphere was tense today as a special subcommittee of the House Committee on Un-American activities continued its probe into anti- Viet nam war protests. Demonstrators were forcibly evicted from the hearings when they began chanting anti-war slogans. Former Vice-President Richard Nixon says that unless there is a substantial increase in the present war effort in Viet nam, the U.S. should look forward to five more years of war. In a speech before the Convention of the Veterans of Foreign Wars in New York, Nixon also said opposition to the war in this country is the greatest single weapon working against the U.S. That's the 7 o'clock edition of the news, Goodnight. Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace.
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 But look around, leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the salvation army band Down by the riverside, it'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 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 Ahhh, 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 slips while looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme Drinking my vodka and lime But look around, leaves are brown now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Look around, leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground
A HEART IN NEW YORK... New York, to that tall skyline I come, flyin' in from London to your door New York, lookin' down on Central Park Where they say you should not wander after dark New York, like a scene from all those movies But you're real enough to me, but there's a heart A heart that lives in New York A heart in New York, a rose on the street I write my song to that city heartbeat A heart in New York, love in her eye, an open door at a friend for the night New York, you got money on your mind And my words won't make a dime's worth a difference, so here's to you New York
A MOST PECULIAR MAN... He was a most peculiar man. That's what Mrs. Riordan said 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?"
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.
A SIMPLE DESULTORY PHILIPPIC (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd into Submission)... I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored. I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd. I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind. I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed. That's the hand I use, well, never mind! I been Phil Spectored, resurrected. I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered. Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay. And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce, And all my wealth won't buy me health, So I smoke a pint of tea a day.
AMERICA... "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 we 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 gone 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 bowtie 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 gone to look for America All gone to look for America All gone to look for America
AMERICAN TUNE... Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused Yes and I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's alright, it's alright, for we live so well, so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying But we come on a ship they called Mayflower We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come in the ages' most uncertain hours and sing an American tune And it's alright, oh it's alright, it's alright, you can be forever blessed Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest That's all I'm trying, to get some rest
APRIL COME SHE WILL... 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.
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.
BABY DRIVER... My daddy was the family bassman My mamma was an engineer And I was born one dark gray morn With music coming in my ears In my ears. Chorus: They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone ah What's my number I wonder how your engine feels Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engine feels. My daddy was a prominent frogman My mamma's in the Naval reserve When I was young I carried a gun But I never got the chance to serve I did not serve. Chorus: My daddy got a big promotion My mamma got a raise in pay There's no-one home, we're all alone Oh come int my room and play Yes we can play. I'm not talking about your pigtails But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal Hit the road and I'm gone ah What's my number I wonder how your engine feels. Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engine feels
BLEEKER STREET... Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleeker Street
BLESSED... 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, like 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.
BOOKENDS... 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
BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER... 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 pains 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
BYE BYE LOVE... (Felice and Boudleaux Bryant) Chorus: Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye bye my love, goodbye There goes my baby With someone new She sure looks happy I sure am blue She was my baby Till he stepped in Goodbye to romance That might have been Chorus: I'm through with romance I'm through with love I'm through with counting The stars above And here's the reason That I'm so free My loving baby Is through with me Chorus:
CECILIA... Chorus: Cecilia, you're breaking my heart, You're shaking my confidence daily. Oh Cecilia, I'm down on m my knees, I'm begging you please to come home. Come on home Chorus: 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. Chorus: 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
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.
EL CONDOR PASA... (Paul Simon/Jorge Milchberg) 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 could, I surely would. Chorus: Away, I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man grows older every day It gives the world Its saddest sound, 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. Chorus:
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, no, 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. ("Good morning, Mr. Leitch. Have you had a busy day?") 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.
FIFTY WAYS TO LEAVE YOUR LOVER... The problem is all inside your head, she said to me The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover She said it's really not my habit to untrue For the more I hope my meaning won't be lost on this construe So I repeat myself, at the risk of being cruel There must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover Chorus: Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan Don't need to be coy, Roy, just listen to me Hop on the bus, Gus, don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free (repeats 2x) She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said, I appreciate that, then would you please explain about the fifty ways She said, why don't we both just sleep on it tonight And I believe, in the morning you'll begin to see the light And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right There must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover Chorus:
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.
FOR EMILY, WHENEVER I MAY FIND HER... What I 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
GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN... (Traditional) Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down the lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn (repeat chorus) While shepherds kept their watch O'er silent flocks by night Behold throughout the heavens There shown a holy light (repeat chorus and 1st verse) (repeat chorus)
HE WAS MY BROTHER... He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's 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
HOMEWARD BOUND... I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band Chorus: Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound Home, where my thoughts escape, at home, where my music's playin' Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me Every day's an endless dream 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 Chorus: 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 and harmony, I need someone to comfort me Chorus repeats 2x Silently for me
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.
KATHY'S SONG... I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To England where my heart lies. My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep And kiss you when you start your day. And as a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme. And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you. And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I.
KEEP THE CUSTOMER SATISFIED... Gee but it's great to be back home Home is where I want to be. I've been on the road so long my friend, And if you came along I know you couldn't disagree. Chorus: It's the same old story Everywhere I go, I get slandered, Libeled, I hear words I never heard In the Bible And I'm on step ahead of the shoe shine Two steps away from the county line Just trying to keep my customers satisfied, Satisfied. Deputy Sheriff said to me Tell me what you come here for, boy. You better get your bags and flee. You're in trouble boy, And you're heading into more. Chorus:
KODACHROME... When I think back on all the crap I've learned in highschool It's a wonder I can think at all Though my lack of education hasn't hurt me much I can read the writings on the walls Chorus: Kodachrome, they give us those nice bright colours They give us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph So mama don't take my Kodachrome away If you took all the girls I knew when I was single Brought 'em all together for one night I know they'd never match my sweet imagination Everything looks better in black and white Chorus: Mama don't take my Kodachrome away, mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome, mama don't take my Kodachrome Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome and leave your boy so far from home Mama don't take my Kodachrome away Mama don't take my Kodachrome, whew whew, mama don't take my Kodachrome away
LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM... Last night I had the strangest dream I ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room The room was filled with men And the paper they were signing said They'd never fight again And when the papers all were signed And a million copies made They all joined hands end bowed their heeds And grateful prayers were prayed And the people in the streets below Were dancing round and round And guns and swords and uniforms Were scattered on the ground Last night I had the strangest dream I ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war
LATE IN THE EVENING... The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed I couldn't've been no more than one or two And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door My mother laughed away some ladies' due Well it's late in the evening, and all the music sees me through The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street I'm feeling alright with my boys and with my troops, yeah Down along the avenue some guys are shootin' pool And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah Singin' late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah Then I remember playin' some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar And I stepped outside to smoke myself a J When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move And I turned my amp up louder to get away It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away First thing I remember when you came into my life I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do Well I guess I've been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you And it was late in the evening, and all the music sees me through First thing I remember when you came into my life I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do Well I guess I've been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you And it was late in the evening, and all the music sees me through
LEAVES THAT ARE GREEN... 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 wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. Once my heart was filled with the 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 turned to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. Hello, Hello, Hello, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, That's all there is. And the leaves that are green turned to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
MABELLENE... Chorus: (Oh) Maybellene, why can't you be true, whoah Maybellene, why can't you be true You're not startin' right, doin' those things you used to do As I was motivatin' over the hill, I was Maybellene in a coup Deville Cadillac roarin' at the open road, yeah but nothin' but a racecar bein' fold Cadillac doin' by 95, oh mama and papa in side to side Chorus: He cooled down, the motor cooled down That's when I'd heard that highway sound I kept back sittin' like a ton of lead Got a hundred and ten a half mile ahead Cadillac lookin' like it's standin' still And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill Chorus: (Instrumental break) Chorus: You're not startin' right, doin' those things you used to do You're not startin' right, doin' those things you used to do
ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE SCHOOLYARD... Mama pyjama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police station When the cop found out, he began to shout, he started the investigation And it's against the law, it was against the law What what mama saw, it was against the law Mama looked down and spit on the ground ever time her name gets mentioned The cop 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 goin' I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard (Instrumental break) In a couple of days they're gonna take me away When the press let the story leak Now when the radical breach comes to get me released Appears all on the cover of Newsweek And I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard
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 Whoah oh oh God bless your needs, Mrs. Robinson, heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey Hide it in a hidingplace where no-one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, it's just a Robinson's 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 Whoah oh oh 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 Goin' to the candidates debate, yeah 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, our nation turned its lonely eyes to you Whoo ooh ooh What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson, joltin' Joe has left and gone away Hey hey hey, hey hey hey
OLD FRIENDS... Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears
OVERS... Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, Over, Over. No good times, no bad times, There's no times at all, Just The New York Times, Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers. We might as well be apart. It hardly matters, We sleep separately. And drop a smile passing in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all. And we laughed them all In a very short time. Time Is tapping on my forehead, Hanging from my mirror, Rattling the teacups, And I wonder, How long can I delay? We're just a habit Like saccharin. And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue. But each time I try on The thought of leaving you, I stop... I stop and think it over.
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.
PEGGY-O... (Traditional) As we marched down to Faneri-o As we marched down to Faneri-o Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove And they called her name, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side As far as any maiden in the ar-e-o What will your mother say, pretry Peggy-o? What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother say, when she finds you've gone away To places far and strange to Faneri-o? If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, all your cities I will burn Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o
PUNKY'S DILEMMA... Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies, Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style, Talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'ly plays L.A., Casually glancing at his toupee. Wish I was an English muffin 'Bout to make the most out of a toaster. I'd ease myself down, Comin' up brown. I prefer boysenberry More than any ordinary jam. I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan. Ah, South California. If I become a first lieutenant Would you put my photo on your piano? To Maryjane-- Best wishes, Martin. (Old Roger draft-dodger Leavin' by the basement door), Everybody knows what he's Tippy-toeing down there for.
RICHARD CORY... 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 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 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 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.
SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD... "Good God! Don't jump!" A boy sat on the ledge. An old man who had fainted was revived. And everyone agreed it would be a miracle indeed If the boy survived. "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother. The woman from the supermarket Ran to call the cops. "He must be high on something," someone said. Though it never made The New York Times. In The Daily News, the caption read, "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother. A patrol car passing by Halted to a stop. Said officer MacDougal in dismay: "The force can't do a decent job 'Cause the kids got no respect For the law today (and blah blah blah)." "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother. "What's becoming of the children?" People asking each other. When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd And made them wild In an atmosphere of freaky holiday. When the spotlight hit the boy, The crowd began to cheer, He flew away. "Oh, my Grace, I got no hiding place."
SCARBOROUGH FAIR... Are you goin' 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 needlework, 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 in a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And to gather it all in a bunch of heather, then she'll be a true love of mine Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine
SLIP SLIDING AWAY... Chorus: Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away Whoah and I know a man, he came from my hometown 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 Chorus: I know a woman, (who) 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 is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been Chorus: 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 Chorus: Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan The information's unavailable to the mortal man We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away Chorus repeats 2x
SO LONG, FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT... So long, Frank Lloyd Wright. I can't believe your song is gone so soon. I barely learned the tune So soon So soon. I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright. All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn. I never laughed so long So long So long. Chorus: Architects may come and Architects may go and Never change your point of view. When I run dry I stop awhile and think of you So long, Frank Lloyd Wright All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn. I never laughed so long So long So long
SOMEWHERE THEY CAN'T FIND ME... I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love, As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight. But I've got to creep down the alley way, Fly down the highway, Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. Somewhere they can't find me. Oh baby, you don't know what I've done, I've committed a crime, I've broken the law. While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, I held up and robbed a liquor store. But I've got to creep down the alley way, Fly down the highway, Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. Somewhere they can't find me. Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, A scene badly written in which I must play. And thought it puts me up tight to leave you, I know it's not right to leave you, When morning is just a few hours away. But I've got to creep down the alley way, Fly down the highway, Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. Somewhere they can't find me.
SONG FOR THE ASKING... Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been waiting all my life Thinking it over, I've been sad Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad To change my ways for the asking Ask me and I will ply All the love that I hold inside
SPARROW... 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." 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."
STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS... 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 beer 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, I'm tapped up and yawning, longing my life away I never worry, why should I, oh yeah, it's all gonna fade (Instrumental break) 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, still crazy, still crazy after all these years
THE 59TH STREET BRIDE SONG (FEELING GROOVY)... Slow down, you move too fast, you've got to make the morning last Just kickin' down the cobble-stones, lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy Feeling groovy Hello lamp-post, what's you knowin', I come to watch the flowers growin' Ain't you got no rhymes for me, do-it-do-do-do, feelin' groovy Feeling groovy I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I'm dabbled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its pebbles on me Life I love you, all is groovy
THE BIG BRIGHT GREEN PLEASURE MACHINE... 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 other 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 Now. 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 Now. Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! You better hurry up and order one. Our limited supply is very nearly gone. Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate? Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball? Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend's just a little late? Are you looking for a way to chuck it all? We can end your daily strife At a reasonable price. You've seen it advertised in Life. You'll feel just fine Now. Buy a big bright green pleasure machine.
THE BOXER... I am just a poor boy and my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmmmm 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, runnin' scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Li la li Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job, but I get no offers Just a comeon from the whores on 7th 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' even me 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 Li la li And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Yes he still remains Li la li
THE DANGLING CONVERSATION... It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained 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 dangled 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.
THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK... Tom, get your plane right on time. I know your part'll go fine. Fly down to Mexico. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New York. I get the news I need on the weather report. I can gather all the news I need on the weather report. Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile. Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where, And we don't know here. Tom, get your plane right on time. I know you've been eager to fly now. Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York, The only living boy in New York
THE SOUND OF SILENCE... Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come with 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, 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, and no one dared To stir the sound of silence Fool, said I, you do not know, silence, like a cancer, grows Hear my words and I might teach you, take my arms then 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'd made And the sign flashed 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
THE SUN IS BURNING... The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy breeze Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the West Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holdin' hands and waitin' for the dark And the sun is in the West Now the sun is sinking low Children playin' know it's time to go High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to Earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to Earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness, anger, pain and fear Twisted, sightless wrecks of men Go groping on their knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared
THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN'... Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start Swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesise with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
WAKE UP LITTLE SUZIE... Wake up little Suzie, wake up, wake up little Suzie, wake up We both fell sound asleep, wake up little Suzie and weep The movie's over, it's four o'clock and we're in trouble deep Chorus: Wake up little Suzie, wake up little Suzie Well, what're we gonna tell your mama, what're we gonna tell your papa What're gonna tell our friends when they say 'ooh la la' Wake up little Suzie, wake up little Suzie Well, I told your mama that you'd be in by ten Well, Suzie baby, looks like we goofed again Wake up little Suzie, wake up little Suzie, we gotta go home Wake up little Suzie, wake up, wake up little Suzie, 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 Chorus: Wake up little Suzie
WE'VE GOT A GROOVY THING GOIN'... Bad news, bad news! I heard you're packing to leave! I come arunning right over; I just couldn't believe it, I just couldn't believe it. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. I never done you no wrong, I never hit you when you're down, I always gave you good loving, I never ran around, I never ran around. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. There's something you ought to know If you're fixing to go, I can't make it without you; No no no no, no, no, no, no, No no no no, no, no, no. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing.
WEDNESDAY MORNING 3 A.M... 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've 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
WHY DON'T YOU WRITE ME... Why don't you write me I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you. Send me a card, I am waiting so hard To be near you. (La, la, la) Why don't you write? Something is wrong And I know I got to be there. Maybe I'm lost, But I can't make the cost Of the airfare. Tell me why Why Why Tell me why Why Why Why don't you write me, A letter would brighten My loneliest evening. Mail it today If it's only to say That you're leaving me. (La, la, la) Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come. Tuesday, never got a word, Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign, Drank a half a bottle of iodine. Friday, woe is me Gonna hang my body from the highest tree. Why don't you write me?
YOU CAN TELL THE WORLD... Well you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell'em what the master has done Tell'em that the gospel has come Tell'em that the victory's been won He brought joy,joy,joy,joy,joy,joy, Into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the flames that burn in hell Yes he did, yes he did Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the children of Israel Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart (repat 1st verse) Well my Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy joy, joy into my heart (repeat 1st verse) Well I don't know but I've been told Yes he did, yes he did Streets of heaven are paved with gold Yes he did, yes he did Now the Jordan River is chilly and wide Yes he did, yes he did I got a home on the other side Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart (repeat 1st verse)