Well, I’m accustomed to a smooth ride / Or maybe I’m a dog who’s lost its bite / I don’t expect to be treated like a fool no more / I don’t expect to sleep through the night
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Paul Simon clipes
One and one-half wandering JewsFree to wander wherever they chooseAre traveling togetherIn the Sangre de ChristoThe Blood of Christ MountainsOf New MexicoOn the last leg of a journeyThey started a long time agoThe arc of a love affairRainbows in the high desert airMountain passesSlipping into stoneHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bonesThinking back to the season beforeLooking back through the cracks in the doorTwo people were marriedThe act was outrageousThe bride was contagiousShe burned like a brideThese events may have had some effectOn the man with the girl by his sideThe arc of a love affairHis hands rolling down her hairLove like lightning shaking till it moansHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bonesAnd whoa whoaShe said why?Why don’t we drive through the nightAnd we’ll wake up down inMexicoOh IOh, I – I don’t know nothin’ about nothin’About MexicoAnd tell me whyWhy won’t you love meFor who I amWhere I amHe said: ‘cause that’s not the way the world is babyThis is how I love you babyThis is how I love you babyOne and one-half wandering JewsReturned to their natural coastsTo resume old acquaintancesStep out occasionallyAnd speculate who had been damaged the mostEasy time will determine if these consolationsWill be their rewardThe arc of a love affairWaiting to be restoredYou take two bodies and you twirl them into oneTheir hearts and their bonesAnd they won’t come undoneHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bones
Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken / And many times confused / Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken / And certainly misused
DuncanCouple in the next roomBound to win a prizeThey’ve been going at it all night longWell, I’m trying to get some sleepBut these motel walls are cheapLincoln Duncan is my nameAnd here’s my song, here’s my song.My father was a fishermanMy mama was the fisherman’s friendAnd I was born in the boredomAnd the chowderSo when I reached my primeI left my home in the MaritimesHeaded down the turnpike forNew England, sweet New EnglandHoles in my confidenceHoles in the knees of my jeansI was left without a penny in my pocketOo-we I was about destitutedAs a kid could beAnd I wished I wore a ringSo I could hock, I’d like to hock it.A young girl in a parking lotWas preaching to a crowdSinging sacred songs and readingFrom the bibleWell, I told her I was lostAnd she told me all about the PentecostAnd I seen that girl as the roadTo my survivalJust later on the very same nightWhen I crept to her tent with a flashlightAnd my long years of innocence endedWell, she took me to the woodsSaying here comes something and it feels so goodAnd just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended.Oh, oh, what a nightOh what a garden of delightEven now that sweet memory lingersI was playing my guitarLying underneath the starsJust thanking the LordFor my fingers,For my fingers
I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told / I have squandered my resistance / For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises / All lies and jest
Fat Charlie the Archangel / Sloped into the room / He said I have no opinion about this / And I have no opinion about that
The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed / I couldn’t’ve been no more than one or two / And I remember there’s a radio, coming from the room next door / My mother laughed the way some ladies’ do
The mama pajama rolled out of bed / And she ran to the police station / When the papa found out, he began to shout / And he started the investigation
Love is like a braid, some say / And I, I don’t disbelieve it / Cowrie shells, fine combs made of jade / To ornament and weave it
I can’t run but / I can walk much faster than this / Can’t run but / I can’t run but