25APR2018 – Quote of the Day

Yeah, more Paul Simon.  What?  So sue me!

 

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,

Still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest, hmmm

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him

‘Til he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.

 

The Boxer by Paul Simon

03APR2018 – Quote of the Day

A slightly later fragment from Paul Simon.

 

Paul Simon – The Boy In The Bubble –

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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

The boy in the bubble

And the baby with the baboon heart

 

 

And I believe

These are the days of lasers in the jungle

Lasers in the jungle somewhere

Staccato signals of constant information

A loose affiliation of millionaires

And billionaires and baby

 

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, oh yeah

 

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, don’t cry

 

24MAR2018 – Quote of the Day

Now, Paul Simon is a commie and a friend of Woodie Allen but that commie can really write a good lyric.

 

“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”

 

Excerpt from “The Sounds of Silence” by Paul Simon