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Paul Simon Concert Program

SETLIST:

Sound of Silence

Mother and Child Reunion

Parent and Child (rewrite of Father and Daughter)

Boy in the Bubble

Gone at Last

59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)

Hazy Shade of Winter

Scarborough Fair

Call Me Al

Bridge Over Troubled Water

African Skies

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

 

LYRICS:

Mother And Child Reunion

No, I would not give you false hope

On this strange and mournful day

But the mother and child reunion

Is only a motion away

Oh, little darling of mine

I can’t for the life of me

Remember a sadder day

I know they say let it be

But it just don’t work out that way

And the course of a lifetime runs

Over and over again

I just can’t believe it’s so

Though it seems strange to say

I never been laid so low

In such a mysterious way

And the course of a lifetime runs

Over and over again

 

Father And Daughter

 

If I leap awake in the mirror of a bad dream

And for a fraction of a second, I can’t remember where I am

I’ll Just open mu window and follow my memory upstream

To the meadow in the mountain where we counted every falling star

I believe the light that shines on us will shine on you forever

And though you can’t guarantee there’s nothing scary hiding under your bed

I’m gonna stand guard like a postcard of a golden retriever

And never leave ‘til I leave you with a sweet dream in your head

You’re going to watch me shine

Gonna watch me grow

Gonna paint a sign

So we’ll always know

As long as one and two is three

There could never be a parent

Who loved their child more than you love me

Trust your intuition

It’s just like goin’ fishin’

You cast your line and hope you get a bite

But you don’t need to waste my time

Worryin’ about the marketplace

Try to help the human race

Struggling to survive its harshest night

 

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

That’s dying in a corner of the sky

These are the days of miracle and wonder

And don’t cry baby don’t cry

Don’t 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

It’s a turnaround jump shot

It’s everybody jumpstart

It’s 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

 

59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin Groovy)

Slow down, you move too fast

You got to make the morning last

Just kicking down the cobblestones

Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy

Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy

Hello, lamppost, what’cha knowin’?

I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’

Ain’t’cha got no rhymes for me?

Doot-in doo-doo, feelin’ groovy

Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy

I got no deeds to do

No promises to keep

I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep

Let the morning time drop all its petals on me

Life, I love you

All is groovy

 

Gone at Last

The night was black, the roads were icy

Snow was fallin’, drifts were high

And I was weary from my driving

And I stopped to rest for awhile

I sat down at a truck stop

I was thinking about my past

I’ve had a long streak of that bad luck

But I’m praying it’s gone at last

Gone at last, gone at last

Gone at last, gone at last

I had a long streak of bad luck

But I pray it’s gone at last

Oo, oo, oo . . .

I ain’t dumb

I kicked around some

I don’t fall too easily

But that girl looked so dejected

She just grabbed my sympathy

Sweet little soul, now, what’s your problem?

Tell me why you’re so downcast

I’ve had a long streak of bad luck

But I pray it’s gone at last

Gone at last, gone at last

Gone at last, gone at last

I had a long streak of bad luck

But I pray it’s gone at last

Oo, oo, oo . . .

Once in a while, from out of nowhere

When you don’t expect it, and you’re unprepared

Somebody will come and lift you higher

And your burdens will be shared

Yes, I do believe, if I hadn’t met you

I might still be sinking fast

I’ve had a long streak of that bad luck

But I pray it’s gone at last

Gone at last, gone at last

Gone at last, gone at last

I had a long streak of bad luck

But I pray it’s gone at last

Oo, oo, oo . . .

 

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’s, it’s bound to be a better ride

Than what you’ve got planned, carry your cup in your hand

Oh 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

Oh 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 skips

While looking over manuscripts

Of unpublished rhyme, drinking my soda a

“Scarborough Fair / Canticle”

 

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.

 

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.

Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

 

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Without no seams nor needle work,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

 

On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.

Washes the grave with silvery tears.

A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

 

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.

 

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.

General order their soldiers to kill.

And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten.

 

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

And gather it all in a bunch of heather,

Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

 

“You Can Call Me Al”

 

A man walks down the street

He says why am I soft in the middle now

Why am I soft in the middle

The rest of my life is so hard

I need a photo-opportunity

I want a shot at redemption

Don’t want to end up a cartoon

In a cartoon graveyard

Bonedigger Bonedigger

Dogs in the moonlight

Far away my well-lit door

Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly

Get these mutts away from me

You know I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore

 

If you’ll be my bodyguard

I can be your long lost pal

I can call you Betty

And Betty when you call me

You can call me Al

 

A man walks down the street

He says why am I short of attention

Got a short little span of attention

And wo my nights are so long

Where’s my wife and family

What if I die here

Who’ll be my role-model

Now that my role-model is

Gone Gone

He ducked back down the alley

With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl

All along along

There were incidents and accidents

There were hints and allegations

 

A man walks down the street

It’s a street in a strange world

Maybe it’s the Third World

Maybe it’s his first time around

He doesn’t speak the language

He holds no currency

He is a foreign man

He is surrounded by the sound

The sound

Cattle in the marketplace

Scatterlings and orphanages

He looks around, around

He sees angels in the architecture

Spinning in infinity

He says Amen! Hallelujah!

 

 

 

Bridge Over Troubled Water

 

When you’re weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all (all)

I’m on your side, oh, 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 (ooo)

I’ll take your part, oh, when darkness comes

And pain 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 silver girl

Sail on by

Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine

Oh, 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

 

Under African Skies

 

Joseph’s 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 ‘round my nursery door

I said, “Take this child, Lord

From Tucson, Arizona

Give her the wings to fly through harmony

And she won’t bother you no more”

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

Joseph’s 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

 

 

 

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

 (a-wa a-wa) awu trau alangulay kanjani

(a-wa a-wa) Odez enzuene zanamchinge

(a-wa a-wa) Si bona kwenze ka kanjani

(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza

She’s a rich girl

She don’t try to hide it

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

 

He’s a poor boy

Empty as a pocket

Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose

Sing ta na na

Ta na na na

She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Ta na na

Ta na na na

She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

 

People say she’s crazy

She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Well that’s one way to lose these

Walking blues

Diamonds on the soles of your shoes

 

She was physically forgotten

And then she slipped into my pocket

With my car keys

She said you’ve taken me for granted

Because I please you

Wearing these diamonds

 

And I could say oo oo oo

As if everybody knows

What I’m talking about

As if everybody here would know

Exactly what I was talking about

Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes

 

She makes the sign of a teaspoon

He makes the sign of a wave

The poor boy changes clothes

And he puts on after-shave

To compensate for his ordinary shoes

 

And she said honey take me dancing

But they ended up by sleeping

In a doorway

By the bodegas and the lights on

Upper Broadway

Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

 

And I could say oo oo oo

And everybody here would know

What I was talking about

I mean everybody here would know exactly

What I was talking about

Talking about diamonds

 

People say I’m crazy

I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes

Well that’s one way to lose

These walking blues

Diamonds on the soles of my shoes

 

Ta na na

Ta na na na

 

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