i "garfunkel"ed your mom
im in love and i can't help. simon and garfunkel are helping me. i so wish i was there in central park. if only...
homeward bound
I'm sittin' in the railway station
got a ticket for my destination
hm ...
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase
and guitar in hand
and every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and 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
Tonight I'll sing my song again
I'll play the game and pretend hm ...
But all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound
sound of silence
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 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."
<3 bf
homeward bound
I'm sittin' in the railway station
got a ticket for my destination
hm ...
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase
and guitar in hand
and every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and 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
Tonight I'll sing my song again
I'll play the game and pretend hm ...
But all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound
sound of silence
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 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."
<3 bf