The Very Best of Art Garfunkel [compilation]
Art Garfunkel
℗ 1996 Virgin Records / © EMI Records
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- 0. A Heart In New York [03:25]
- 0. Crying In The Rain [02:02]
- 0. Scarborough Fair (P. Simon — A. Garfunkel) [03:18]
- 0. A Poem on the Underground Wall (P. Simon) [02:07]
- 0. I Only Have Eyes For You [03:08]
- 0. Homeward Bound (P. Simon) [02:58]
- 0. All I Know [03:12]
- 0. Bright Eyes [04:19]
- 0. El Condor Pasa (If I Could) [03:23]
- 0. Bridge Over Troubled Water [04:41]
- 0. The 59th Street Bridge Song [01:43]
- 0. I WIll [02:16]
- 0. April Come She Will [02:20]
- 0. The Sound Of Silence [03:27]
- 0. Grateful [04:49]
- 0. Goodnight, My Love [02:34]
- 11. Mrs. Robinson [03:21]
Тексты:
Scarborough Fair
(P. Simon — A. Garfunkel)
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
A Poem on the Underground Wall
(P. Simon)
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.
Homeward Bound
(P. Simon)
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.
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