Topic: Poem on the Underground Wall

[Nichi]

http://www.youtube.com/v/b6dJdf_Vjt4?fs=1

The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within its silent socket,
He holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnels stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

[Nichi]

 

[Jahn]

http://www.youtube.com/v/b6dJdf_Vjt4?fs=1


Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

Great Song, indeed.
I was always a great fan of Simon & Garfunkel,
but not that much that I bought their records 

[Nichi]

Great Song, indeed.
I was always a great fan of Simon & Garfunkel,
but not that much that I bought their records 

I wore this particular album to death. I probably still have it, but like with most of my vinyl, one of my kitties used the jackets to sharpen her claws, so I'm sure it's in tatters.  (S and G; Peter, Paul and Mary; Judy Collins; Joni Mitchell ... I learned guitar with those folks.)

[Jahn]

Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water - Madison Square Garden, NYC - 2009/10/29&30


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVDg8fVC4EQ&feature=related



When you're weary
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all

I'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you

I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on Silver Girl,
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind



(A re-union indeed)

[Nichi]

Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water - Madison Square Garden, NYC - 2009/10/29&30

A classic!

[Nichi]

http://www.youtube.com/v/W773ZPJhcVw?fs=1

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's 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 bow tie 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 come to look for America
All come to look for America


Lost, rootless, directionless, and full of angst... but Paul Simon could paint a picture.

[Nichi]

http://www.youtube.com/v/5S5V-Y53ad4?fs=1

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
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