Paul Simon
dalszŲvegek/lyrics

 

The Boy In The Bubble

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shopwindows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
Thatís dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And donít cry baby donít cry
Donít cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
Thatís dying in the corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And donít cry baby donít cry
Donít cry

Itís a turnaround jump shot
Itís everybody jumpstart
Itís every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
Thinking of the Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
a loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires, and baby

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all, oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellation
Thatís dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And donít cry baby donít cry
Donít cry, donít cry

Under African Skies

Josephís face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African Skies

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing Ďround my nursery door
I said, ďTake this child, Lord
From Tucson, Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she wonít bother you no moreĒ

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

Josephís face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African Skies

Homeless

Emaweni webaba
Silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni

Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni

Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni

Homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake

And we are homeless, we are homeless
The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
And we are homeless, we are homeless
The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake

Zio yami, Zio yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami amakhaza asengi bulele
Nhliziyo yami, Nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami, angibulele amakhaza
Nhliziyo yami, Nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami somandla angibulele mama
Zio yami, Nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami, Nhliziyo yami

Too loo loo, too loo loo
Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo
Too loo loo, too loo loo
Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo

Strong wind destroy our home
Many dead, tonight it could be you
Strong wind, strong wind
Many dead, tonight it could be you

And we are homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
And we are homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake

Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why why?
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why why?
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih

Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih) yitho omanqoba
Esanqoba lonke ilizwe
(ih hih ih hih ih) Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih)
Esanqoba phakathi e England

Yitho omanqoba
Esanqoba phakathi e London
Yitho omanqoba
Esanqoba phakathi e England

Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why why?
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why why?

Kulumani
Kulumani, Kulumani sizwe
Singenze njani
Baya jabula abasi thanda yo
Ho

Loves Me Like A Rock

When I was a little boy
And the Devil would call my name
Iíd say, ďNow who do . . .
Who do you think youíre fooling?Ē

Iím a concentrated boy
Singer in a Sunday choir
Oh, my mama loves me, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Oh, she loves me like a rock
She rock me like the rock of ages
And she loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me

When I was grown to be a man
And the Devil would call my name
Iíd say ďnow who do . . .
Who do you think youíre fooling?Ē

Iím a consummated man
I can snatch a little purity
My mama loves me, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Oh, she loves me like a rock
She rock me like the rock of ages
And loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me

If I was President
And the Congress called my name
Iíd say ďnow who do . . .
Who do you think youíre fooling?Ē

Iíve got the presidential seal
Iím up on the presidential podium
My mama loves me, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
And she loves me like a rock
She rock me like the rock of ages
And love me
She love me, love me, love me, love me
She love me, love me, love me, love me
She love me, love me, love me, love me

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 beers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years

Iím not the kind of man
Who tends to socialize
I seem to lean on old familiar ways
And I ainít no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning
Crapped out
Yawning
Longing my life away
Iíll never worry
Why should I?
Itís all gonna fade

Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear Iíll do some damage
One fine day
But I would not be convicted
By a jury of my peers
Oh, still Crazy
Still Crazy
Still Crazy after all these years

Late In The Evening

First thing I remember
I was lying in my bed
Couldnítíve been no more
Than one or two
I remember thereís a radio
Cominí from the room next door
And my mother laughed
The way some ladies do
When itís late in the evening
And the musicís seeping through

The next thing I remember
I am walking down the street
Iím feeling all right
Iím with my boys
Iím with my troops, yeah
And down along the avenue
Some guys were shootiní pool
And I heard the sound of a cappella groups, yeah
Singing late in the evening
And all the girls out on the stoops, yeah

Then I learned to play some lead guitar
I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a ďJĒ
And when I came back to the room
Everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and began to play
And it was late in the evening
And I blew that room away

First thing I remember
When you came into my life
I said, ďIím gonna get that girl
No matter what I doĒ
Well, I guess Iíd been in love before
And once or twiceIíd been on the floor
But I never loved no one
The way I loved you
And it was late in the evening
And all the music seeping through

Graceland

The Mississippi Delta
Was shining like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the Civil War

Iím going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis,Tennessee
Iím going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But Iíve reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland

She comes back to tell me sheís gone
As if I didnít know that
As if I didnít know my own bed
As if Iíd never notice
The way she brushed her hair from
Her forehead and she said, ďLosing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees youíre blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blowĒ

Iím going to Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Iím going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
Iím looking at ghosts and empties
But Iíve reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when Iím falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Whoa, so this is what she means
She means weíre bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees youíre blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

In Graceland, in Graceland
Iím going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
Thereís some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe thereís no obligations now
Maybe Iíve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

Whoa, in Graceland, in Graceland
In Graceland,
Iím going to Graceland

Hurricane Eye

Tell us all a story
About how it used to be
Make it up and then write it down
Just like history
About Goldilocks and the three bears
Nature in the crosshairs
And how we all ascended
From the deep green sea
When itís not too hot
Not too cold
Not too meek
Not too bold
Where itís just right and you have sunlight
Then weíre home
Finally home
Home in the land of the homeless
Finally home

Oh, what are we going to do?
I never did a thing to you
Time peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane eye

A history of whispers
A shadow of a horse
Faces painted black in sorrow and remorse
White cloud, black crow
Crucifix and arrow
The oldest silence speaks the loudest
Under the deep green sea

When speech becomes a crime
Silence leads the spirit
Over the bridge of time

Over the bridge of time
Iím walking with my family
And the road begins to climb
And then itís, oh, Lord, how we going to pray
With crazy angel voices
All night
Until itís a new day
Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane eye

You want to be leader?
You want to change the game?
Turn your back on money
Walk away from fame
You want to be a missionary?
You got that missionary zeal?
Let a stranger change your life
Howís that make you feel?
You want to be a writer
But you donít know how or when
Find a quiet place
Use a humble pen

You want to talk, talk, talk about it
All night squawk about
The ocean and the atmosphere
Well, Iíve been away for a long time
And it looks like a mess around here
And Iíll be away for a long time
So hereís how the story goes
There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe
She was baking a cinnamon pie
She fell asleep in a washing machine
Woke up in a hurricane eye


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