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| 4:53 | 
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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 |
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| 2. |
| 2:49 |
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Good God! Don't jump! A boy sat on the ledge An old man who had fainted was revived And everyone agreed 'twould 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 (Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again) 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 "Oh what's becoming of the children?" People asking each other When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd And it made them wild In an atmosphere of freaky holiday When the spotlight hit the boy And the crowd began to cheer He flew away |
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| 3. |
| 4:07 |
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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 "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "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 |
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| 4. |
| 2:15 |
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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 |
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| 5. |
| 2:12 |
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Man 1: I got little in this world. I give honesty without regret. One hundred dollars for that picture. I remember taking a picture with... Woman 1: Ooh! Let me show you. Let me show you our picture. This was me and my husband when we were first married. Woman 2: I always slept on one side, left room for my husband. Woman 1: And that's me when we were sixteen. Woman 2: But this, this, this, this is not the case. I still do it. I still lay on the half of the bed. (pause) We used to sneak in... Man 2: Still haven't seen the doctor I was seein'; there's been blood for the last, eh, forty-eight hours, and I can't get up the mucus for the last, eh, two, three months... oh yes, and I maintain, I maintain strongly, to this minute, I don't think it's an ordinary cold. Woman 3: God forgive me, but an old person without money is pathetic. Woman 4: Children, and mothers, that's the way we have it. A mother-- they are [mumbling I can't make out]. Woman 5: 'Cause mothers do too much. Woman 4: That is mother's life, to live for your child. (pause) Yes, my dear. Man 3: I couldn't get younger. I have to be an old man. That's all. Well... Woman 6: Are you happy here, honey? Are you happy living with us? Man 3: So anytime I walk with Lou and... that's all. Woman 6: Mr. Singer? Are you happy living with us here? Woman 7: But we don't do that, dear. Woman 6: But are you happy? Woman 7: If you mean, if, if you could say, yes, and I thought, and I was so happy, and everybody, "What is this? What is it?" Woman 8: It just is, beautiful. Like, just a room. Your own room, in your own home. |
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| 6. |
| 2:35 |
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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 |
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| 7. |
| 1:19 |
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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 |
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| 8. |
| 3:17 |
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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. |
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| 9. |
| 2:13 |
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Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxin' a while, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who 'casionally 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 |
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| 10. |
| 4:02 |
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And here's to you Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo God bless you please Mrs Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey hey hey hey 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 Wo wo wo God bless you please Mrs Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey hey hey hey Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret just the Robinsons' 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 Wo wo wo 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 Going to the candidates debate 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 A nation turns its lonely eyes to you Woo woo woo What's that you say Mrs Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away Hey hey hey hey hey hey |
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| 2:17 |
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Time, Time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside'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. 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. 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 Looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme. Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. |
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| 12. |
| 2:23 |
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Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm 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 If ya do now Something tells me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm The monkeys stand for honesty Giraffes are insincere And the elephants are kindly but they're dumb Ourang-outangs 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 Ya gotta come and see At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo |
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| 13. |
| 2:17 |
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You don't know that you love me You don't know but I know that you do You may think that you're above me, yeah What you think isn't always true Don't try to debate me, You should know that I'm womanly wise Still you try to manipulate me You don't know where your interest lies No, you don't know where your interest lies You don't begin to comprehend You're just a game I like to play You may think that we're friends all right But I won't let friendship get in my way, No, I won't let friendship get in my way, Indications indicate running the same riff will turn you around Obviously you're going to blow it, But you don't know it You don't know that you love me You don't know but I know that you do You may think that you're above me, yeah What you think isn't always true Don't try to debate me, You should know that I'm womanly wise Still you try to manipulate me You don't know where your interest lies No, you don't know where your interest |
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| 2:11 |
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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 |
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