SIMON & GARFUNKEL - WEDNESDAY MORNING, 3 A.M. - 1964

YOU CAN TELL THE WORLDWell you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that
Tell ‘em what the master has done
Tell ‘em that the gospel has come
Tell ‘em that the victory’s been won
He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
Into my heart

Well my Lord spoke, he spoke so well
Yes he did, yes he did
Talked about the flames that burn in hell
Yes he did, yes he did
Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well
Yes he did, yes he did
Talked about the children of Israel
Yes he did, yes he did
He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart

Well you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that
Tell ‘em what the master has done
Tell ‘em that the gospel has come
Tell ‘em that the victory’s been won
He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
Into my heart

Well my Lord spoke, he spoke to me
Yes he did, yes he did
Talkin' about a man from Galilee
Yes he did, yes he did
My Lord spoke, he spoke to me
Yes he did, yes he did
Talkin' about a man from Galilee
Yes he did, yes he did
He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart

Well you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that
Tell ‘em what the master has done
Tell ‘em that the gospel has come
Tell ‘em that the victory’s been won
He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
Into my heart

Well I don’t know but I've been told
Yes he did, yes he did
Streets of heaven are paved with gold
Yes he did, yes he did
Now the Jordan River is chilly and wide
Yes he did, yes he did
I got a home on the other side
Yes he did, yes he did
He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart

Well you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that
Tell ‘em what the master has done
Tell ‘em that the gospel has come
Tell ‘em that the victory's been won
He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
Into my heart

LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAMLast night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when the papers all were signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful prayers were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing round and round
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war

BLEECKER STREETFog’s rollin’ in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep

Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleecker Street

A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleecker Street

I heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin’
It’s a long road to Canaan
On Bleecker Street
Bleecker Street

SPARROWWho will love a little Sparrow?
Who’s traveled far and cries for rest?
“Not I”, said the Oak Tree,
“I won’t share my branches with
no sparrow’s nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast.”

Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
“Not I”, said the Swan,
“The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I’d be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard.”

Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
“Not I”, said the Golden Wheat,
“I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow.”

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
“I will”, said the Earth,
“For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be.”

BENEDICTUS[falta encontrar a letra!]

THE SOUND OF SILENCEHello 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 street lamp,
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
And 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 whisper’d in the sounds of silence.

HE WAS MY BROTHERHe was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died

Freedom rider
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin’ place

He was singin’ on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong

He was my brother
Tears can’t bring him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free
He died so his brothers could be free

PEGGY-OAs we marched down to Faneri-o
As we marched down to Faneri-o
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And they called her name pretty Peggy-o

Come a-runnin’ down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o
Come a-runnin’ down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o
Come a-runnin’ down the stairs, combin’ back your yellow hair
You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o

In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o
In a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side
As fair as any maiden in the ar-e-o

What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o?
What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o?
What will your mother say, when she finds you've gone away
To places far and strange to Faneri-o?

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn
Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o
Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o

GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAINGo tell it on the mountains over the hills and ev’rywhere and you can go (go) tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ was born.

Down in a lowly manger, Jesus Christ was born and the Lord sent down salvation that blesses Christmas morn,
You can go upon the mountain, dwell both night and day.
You can ask the Lord to help you and He'll show you the way.

You may be a watchman upon the city wall and if I am a Christian, if I’m the last to fall
You can go tell it on the mountain over the hills and ev’rywhere. You can go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ was born.

THE SUN IS BURNINGThe sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
In the park the lazy breeze
Are joining in the flowers, among the trees
And the sun burns in the sky

Now the sun is in the West
Little kids go home to take their rest
And the couples in the park
Are holdin’ hands and waitin' for the dark
And the sun is in the West

Now the sun is sinking low
Children playin’ know it’s time to go
High above a spot appears
A little blossom blooms and then draws near
And the sun is sinking low

Now the sun has come to Earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death
Death comes in a blinding flash
Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
And the sun has come to Earth

Now the sun has disappeared
All is darkness, anger, pain and fear
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men
Go groping on their knees and cry in pain
And the sun has disappeared

THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN’Come gather ‘round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start Swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesise with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, Congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

WEDNESDAY MORNING, 3 A.M. I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy
And I watch as her breasts, gently rise, gently fall
For I know with the first line of dawn I'll be leaving
And tonight will be all I have left to recall

Oh what have I done, why have I done it?
I’ve committed a crime, I’ve broken the law
For 25 dollars and pieces of silver
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store

My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
A scene badly written in which I must play
Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me
The morning is just a few hours away

Na próxima postagem, The Sounds Of Silence, de 1968.