Paul Simon Quotes

Homeless, homeless,
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake.

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 looks around around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen and Hallelujah.

There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations...

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And woe my nights are so long

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 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.

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.

I said 'Hey, is this my problem?
Is this my fault?'
If that's the way its gonna be
I'm gonna call the whole thing to a halt

She said, 'Don't I know you from the cinematographer's party?'
I said, 'Who am I to blow against the wind?'

And she said 'Losing love is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow.'

I'm going to Graceland, Graceland,
Memphis, Tennessee,
Well, I'm going to Graceland.
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland,
And my travelling companion is nine years old,
He is the child of my first marriage,
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received in 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.

It's a turn-around jump-shot,
It's everybody jump-start, it's,
Every generation throws a hero up the pop-charts,
Medicine is magical and magical is art,
Think of the boy in the bubble and the baby with the baboon heart...

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.

And what is the point of this story?
What information pertains?
The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly into our hearts and our brains.