BOOKENDS THEME
[tema instrumental]
SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD
Good god! Don’t jump!
A boy sat on the ledge.
An old man who had fainted was revived.
And everybody agreed it would 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 of 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.
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 blad blad blad).”
“Save the life of my child!”
Cried the desperate mother.
“what’s becoming of the children?”
People asking each other.
When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd
And made them wild
In an atmosphere of freaky holiday.
When the spotlight hit the boy,
The crowd began to cheer,
He flew away.
“Oh, my Grace, I got no hiding place.”
AMERICA
“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
“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
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said “Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera”
“Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat”
“We smoked the last one an hour ago”
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
“Kathy, I’m lost”, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They’ve all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
OVERS
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?
Were 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.
VOICES OF OLD PEOPLE
[isto não é bem uma canção, é um monte de reclamares de velhos dizendo o quanto a vida deles era boa na época deles e que, agora, nada mais presta]
OLD FRIENDS
Old Friends
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
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 sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...
Old Friends
Narrowly brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
BOOKENDS THEME
A time it was
It was a time
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
FAKIN’ IT
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
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.
PUNKY’S DILEMMA
Wish I was a Kellogg’s Cornflake
Floatin’ in my bowl takin’ movies,
Relaxin’ awhile, livin' in style,
Talkin’ to a raisin who ‘casino’ly 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 Mary Jane…
Best wishes, Martin.
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door),
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for
MRS. ROBINSON
And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
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.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
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.
And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
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.
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
“Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away”
A 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,
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside
It’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
But look around,
The 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
Grass is high
The fields are ripe
Its the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me?
And at a convenient time
Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and rhyme
But look around,
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
But look around,
The leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
But look around,
The leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
But look around,
The leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
AT THE ZOO
Someone told me it’s all happening at the zoo
I do believe it
I do believe it’s true
Mmm-mmm-mm-m
Mmm-mmm-mm
Ohh ohh ohh
Mmm-Mmm-mmm
It’s a light and tumbled journey from the east side to the park
Just to find a fancy ramble to the zoo
But you can take a cross-town buss if it's raining or it’s cold
And the animals will love it if you do
If you do now
Something tells me it’s all happening at the Zoo
I do believe it
I do believe it’s true
Mmm-mmm-mm-m
Mmm-mmm-mm
Ohh Ohh Ohh
Mmm-Mmm-mm
The monkeys stand for honesty
Giraffes are insincere
The Elephants are kindly but they're dumb
Orangutans are skeptical of changes in their cages
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum
Zebras are reactionaries
Antelopes are visionaries
Pigeons flocked in secrecy
And hamsters turn on frequently
What a cast you have to come and see
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo
YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOUR INTEREST LIES
You don’t know that you love me,
You don’t know but I know that you do,
You may think 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 that 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 runnin’ the same riff will turn you around,
Obviously you’re goin' 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 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
[tema instrumental]
SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD
Good god! Don’t jump!
A boy sat on the ledge.
An old man who had fainted was revived.
And everybody agreed it would 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 of 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.
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 blad blad blad).”
“Save the life of my child!”
Cried the desperate mother.
“what’s becoming of the children?”
People asking each other.
When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd
And made them wild
In an atmosphere of freaky holiday.
When the spotlight hit the boy,
The crowd began to cheer,
He flew away.
“Oh, my Grace, I got no hiding place.”
AMERICA
“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
“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
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said “Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera”
“Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat”
“We smoked the last one an hour ago”
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
“Kathy, I’m lost”, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They’ve all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
OVERS
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?
Were 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.
VOICES OF OLD PEOPLE
[isto não é bem uma canção, é um monte de reclamares de velhos dizendo o quanto a vida deles era boa na época deles e que, agora, nada mais presta]
OLD FRIENDS
Old Friends
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
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 sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...
Old Friends
Narrowly brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
BOOKENDS THEME
A time it was
It was a time
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
FAKIN’ IT
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
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.
PUNKY’S DILEMMA
Wish I was a Kellogg’s Cornflake
Floatin’ in my bowl takin’ movies,
Relaxin’ awhile, livin' in style,
Talkin’ to a raisin who ‘casino’ly 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 Mary Jane…
Best wishes, Martin.
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door),
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for
MRS. ROBINSON
And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
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.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
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.
And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
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.
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
“Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away”
A 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,
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside
It’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
But look around,
The 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
Grass is high
The fields are ripe
Its the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me?
And at a convenient time
Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and rhyme
But look around,
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
But look around,
The leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
But look around,
The leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
But look around,
The leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
AT THE ZOO
Someone told me it’s all happening at the zoo
I do believe it
I do believe it’s true
Mmm-mmm-mm-m
Mmm-mmm-mm
Ohh ohh ohh
Mmm-Mmm-mmm
It’s a light and tumbled journey from the east side to the park
Just to find a fancy ramble to the zoo
But you can take a cross-town buss if it's raining or it’s cold
And the animals will love it if you do
If you do now
Something tells me it’s all happening at the Zoo
I do believe it
I do believe it’s true
Mmm-mmm-mm-m
Mmm-mmm-mm
Ohh Ohh Ohh
Mmm-Mmm-mm
The monkeys stand for honesty
Giraffes are insincere
The Elephants are kindly but they're dumb
Orangutans are skeptical of changes in their cages
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum
Zebras are reactionaries
Antelopes are visionaries
Pigeons flocked in secrecy
And hamsters turn on frequently
What a cast you have to come and see
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo
YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOUR INTEREST LIES
You don’t know that you love me,
You don’t know but I know that you do,
You may think 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 that 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 runnin’ the same riff will turn you around,
Obviously you’re goin' 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 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
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