Simon and Garfunkel Quotes

" Have a good time"
Yesterday it was my birthday.
I hung one more year on the line.
I should be depressed.
My life's a mess.
But I'm having a good time.

I've been loving and loving and loving.
I'm exhausted from loving so well
I should go to bed.
But a voice in my head says,
"Ah, what the hell"

You can burn down my churches. But I shall be free.

I always get very calm with baseball.

I'm just trying to keep my customer satisfied.

Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time
But I don't know where

You can't outrun the history train

People say a lie is just a lie, but I say why deny the obvious child.

I have my books and poetry to protect me

"The 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 streetlamp
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 share
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 sounds of silence."

Paul Simon, Wednesday Morning, 3 AM (1964)

...and all the people said 'What a shame that he's dead, but wasn't he a most peculiar man?

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we've lost

And I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, forsaken
In her cold coffee eyes

When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school; It's a wonder I can think at all.

One man's ceiling is another man's floor.