m eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee. There I go, it's my graduation, I'm picking up a bogus degree. That's me. Early me. That's me. Well
'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee There I go, it's my graduation I'm picking up a bogus degree That's me Early me. That's me Well I
Перевод: Симон, Поль. Это я.
from Mary Who heard it from Ruth Who swore on the bible She's telling the truth I heard it from Simon Who heard it from James Confirming with Sarah That
before the time of your deal (uh) and now that you got signed, oh it's clear and it's simple, you're only makin' music that you pretend that you're into
world must come together as one [Stevie Wonder] There are people dying [Paul Simon] And it's time to lend a hand to life [Paul Simon & Kenny Rogers
out of rhyme, In syncopated time And The Dangling Conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives. Yes we speak of things that matter, With words that
on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes People say she's crazy She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Well that's
Words & music by paul simon On armistice day The philharmonic will play But the songs that we sing Will be sad Shufflin brown tunes Hanging around, ahoo
is part of the mist. And that's all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for. I
's got one trick to last a lifetime But that's all a pony needs (that's all he needs) He looks so easy He looks so clean He moves like god's Immaculate
That's the way it's always been And that's the way I like it And that's how I want it to be That's the way it's always been And that's the way I like
If a feeling's born and no one complains Well that's good luck Running through young veins And if life is a blessing That brushes the tops of the trees
and speechless night And in the night My father came to me And held me to his chest He said there's not much more that you can do Go on and get some
car Paul Simon, talk to 'em When that fast car picks you up You will have no choice You may hear the tires screamin' But you will have no voice When that
, we about to kick off like It's outrageous and sophisticated, it's all in the air The big boss make 'em jump like Kriss Kross Girl, you better turn me
