Milwaukee man led a fairly decent life
Made a fairly decent living, had a fairly decent wife
She killed him ah, sushi knife
Now they're shopping for a fairly decent afterlife
The werewolf is coming
The fact is most obits are mixed reviews
Life is a lottery, a lotta people lose
And the winners, the grinners with money-colored eyes
Eat all the nuggets, then they order extra fries
The werewolf is coming (extra fries)
The werewolf is coming, the werewolf's coming,
The werewolf's coming, yes, the werewolf is coming
I hear her howling, prowling on the hills
The werewolf's coming, bill
Ignorance and arrogance, a national debate
Put the fight in Vegas, that's a billion dollar gate
Revenues, pay per views, it should be pretty healthy
The usual productions, and it all goes to the wealthy
Still, the werewolf's coming
Eh, the werewolf's coming
I'm not complaining, just the opposite my friend
I know it's raining, but we're coming to the end
Of the world, of the lyin' and the spyin' through
Oh, you don't know me?
Ok, I don't know you, too
The werewolf's coming, werewolf's coming up
The werewolf's coming, and the the werewolf's coming
The werewolf is coming, too
I hear her howling, prowling on the hills
The werewolf's coming
You better stock up on water, canned goods off the shelves
And loot some for the old folks who can't loot for themselves
The doorbell's ringing, could be the elves
But it's probably the werewolf, it's quarter to twelve
And when it's midnight, and the wolf bites
It's a full moon, she really got the appetite
The werewolf's coming
(The werewolf, the werewolf)
The werewolf's coming
Paul Simon - Stranger To Stranger Album Lyrics
Paul Simon - Stranger To Stranger Lyrics
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wristband
I stepped outside the backstage door to breathe some nicotine
And maybe check my mailbox
See if I can read the screen
Then I heard a click, the stage door lock
I knew just what that meant
I'm gonna have to walk around the block
If I wanna get it in
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
If you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
I can explain it
I don't know why my heart beats like a fist
When I meet some dude with an attitude saying
"Hey, you can't do that, or this"
And the man was large, a well-dressed six-foot-eight
And he's acting like Saint Peter standing guard at the pearly
Wristband, my man
You've got to have a wristband
That you don't have a wristband
You don't get through the door
And I said wristband?
I don't need a wristband
My axe is on the bandstand, my band is on the floor
I mean it's just
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
The riots started slowly
With the homeless and the lowly
Then they spread into the heartland towns
That never get a wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand
Whose anger is a short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband
Then you can't get through the door
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
Say you can't get through the door, no (wristband)
(Wristband)
And maybe check my mailbox
See if I can read the screen
Then I heard a click, the stage door lock
I knew just what that meant
I'm gonna have to walk around the block
If I wanna get it in
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
If you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
I can explain it
I don't know why my heart beats like a fist
When I meet some dude with an attitude saying
"Hey, you can't do that, or this"
And the man was large, a well-dressed six-foot-eight
And he's acting like Saint Peter standing guard at the pearly
Wristband, my man
You've got to have a wristband
That you don't have a wristband
You don't get through the door
And I said wristband?
I don't need a wristband
My axe is on the bandstand, my band is on the floor
I mean it's just
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
The riots started slowly
With the homeless and the lowly
Then they spread into the heartland towns
That never get a wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand
Whose anger is a short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband
Then you can't get through the door
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
Say you can't get through the door, no (wristband)
(Wristband)
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Street Angel
My heart goes out to the street angels
Working their way back home
My heart goes out to the street angels
I save my change for a street angel
Working his way back home
I'd this exchange with the street angel
Nobody talks to me much
I said, nobody talks to me much
Nobody
So he says,
I make my verse for the universe
I write my rhymes for the universities
And I give it away for the hoot of it
I tell my tale for the toot of it
I wear my suit for the suit of it
The tree is bare, but the root of it
Goes deeper than logical reasoning
It's god goes fishing
And we are the fishes
He baits his lines
With prayers and wishes
They sparkle in the shallows
They catch the falling light
We hide our hearts like holy hostages
We're hungry for the love, and so we bite
Workin' his way back home
He's workin' his way back home
They took him away in the ambulance
Made a way with the ambulance
He waved goodbye from the ambulance
My heart goes out to the street angel
Working their way back home
My heart goes out to the street angels
I save my change for a street angel
Working his way back home
I'd this exchange with the street angel
Nobody talks to me much
I said, nobody talks to me much
Nobody
So he says,
I make my verse for the universe
I write my rhymes for the universities
And I give it away for the hoot of it
I tell my tale for the toot of it
I wear my suit for the suit of it
The tree is bare, but the root of it
Goes deeper than logical reasoning
It's god goes fishing
And we are the fishes
He baits his lines
With prayers and wishes
They sparkle in the shallows
They catch the falling light
We hide our hearts like holy hostages
We're hungry for the love, and so we bite
Workin' his way back home
He's workin' his way back home
They took him away in the ambulance
Made a way with the ambulance
He waved goodbye from the ambulance
My heart goes out to the street angel
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Stranger To Stranger
Stranger to stranger
If we met for the first time
This time
Could you imagine us
Falling in love again
Words and melody
So the old story goes
Fall from summer trees
When the wind blows
I can't wait to see you walk across my doorway
I cannot be held accountable for the things I do or say
I'm just jittery
I'm just jittery
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing
Words and melodies
Easy harmony
Old-time remedies
All in good time
Although most of the time
It's just hard working
The same piece of clay
Day after day
Year after year
Certain melodies tear your heart apart
Reconstruction is a lonesome art
But I love to watch you walk across my doorway
I cannot be held accountable for the things I do or say
I'm just jittery
I'm just jittery
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
Just a way of dealing with my joy
Words and melody
Stranger to stranger
If we met for the first time
This time
Could you imagine us
Falling in love again
Still believing
That love endures
All the carnage
And the useless detours
Oh I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, love you, love you ...
Words and melody
Easy harmony
Words and melody
If we met for the first time
This time
Could you imagine us
Falling in love again
Words and melody
So the old story goes
Fall from summer trees
When the wind blows
I can't wait to see you walk across my doorway
I cannot be held accountable for the things I do or say
I'm just jittery
I'm just jittery
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing
Words and melodies
Easy harmony
Old-time remedies
All in good time
Although most of the time
It's just hard working
The same piece of clay
Day after day
Year after year
Certain melodies tear your heart apart
Reconstruction is a lonesome art
But I love to watch you walk across my doorway
I cannot be held accountable for the things I do or say
I'm just jittery
I'm just jittery
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
It's just a way of dealing with my joy
Just a way of dealing with my joy
Words and melody
Stranger to stranger
If we met for the first time
This time
Could you imagine us
Falling in love again
Still believing
That love endures
All the carnage
And the useless detours
Oh I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, love you, love you ...
Words and melody
Easy harmony
Words and melody
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
In A Parade
Some nights the er is quiet as an ekg
But tonight it feels like every broken bone
Tonight it feels like every wounded soul
Is filling out a form or on the phone
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
Can't talk to you now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
Diagnosis schizophrenic
Prognosis guarded
Medication Seroquel
Occupation street angel
I drank some orange soda then I drank some grape
I wear a hoodie now to cover my mistake
My head's a lollipop
My head is a lollipop
My head's a lollipop and everyone wants to lick it
I wear a hoodie now so I won't get a ticket
I write my verse for the universe
That's who I am
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
Can't talk to you now, I'm in a parade
Diagnosis schizophrenic
Prognosis guarded
Medication Seroquel
Occupation street angel, occupation street angel
But tonight it feels like every broken bone
Tonight it feels like every wounded soul
Is filling out a form or on the phone
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
Can't talk to you now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
Diagnosis schizophrenic
Prognosis guarded
Medication Seroquel
Occupation street angel
I drank some orange soda then I drank some grape
I wear a hoodie now to cover my mistake
My head's a lollipop
My head is a lollipop
My head's a lollipop and everyone wants to lick it
I wear a hoodie now so I won't get a ticket
I write my verse for the universe
That's who I am
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
I can't talk now, I'm in a parade
Can't talk to you now, I'm in a parade
Diagnosis schizophrenic
Prognosis guarded
Medication Seroquel
Occupation street angel, occupation street angel
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Proof Of Love
Begin again
No easy trick without a guide or walking stick
Begin before the bells of twilight peal
Downhill town
The road ahead
Spiral, as a serpent's bed
A teaspoon of desire for my meal
I trade my tears
To ask the Lord
For proof of love
If only for the consolation
Of gazing at the stars above
Amen, amen, amen
The road is steep
The air is thin
I hear a voice inside my skin
Don't be afraid
Your days won't end with night
Feel the sun
Drink the rain
Let your body heal its pain
Bathe beneath a waterfall of light
I trade my tears
To ask the Lord
For proof of love
If only for the explanation
That tells me what my dreams are made of
Amen, amen
The valley below
An ocean of debris
I ask the Lord for proof of love
Love is all I seek
Love is all I seek
And when at times my words desert me
Music is the tongue I speak
I rest my head beside a white oak tree
No deadly nightshade, Belladonna
Dare lay a leaf on me
Silent night
Still as prayer
Darkness fills with light
Love on Earth is everywhere
No easy trick without a guide or walking stick
Begin before the bells of twilight peal
Downhill town
The road ahead
Spiral, as a serpent's bed
A teaspoon of desire for my meal
I trade my tears
To ask the Lord
For proof of love
If only for the consolation
Of gazing at the stars above
Amen, amen, amen
The road is steep
The air is thin
I hear a voice inside my skin
Don't be afraid
Your days won't end with night
Feel the sun
Drink the rain
Let your body heal its pain
Bathe beneath a waterfall of light
I trade my tears
To ask the Lord
For proof of love
If only for the explanation
That tells me what my dreams are made of
Amen, amen
The valley below
An ocean of debris
I ask the Lord for proof of love
Love is all I seek
Love is all I seek
And when at times my words desert me
Music is the tongue I speak
I rest my head beside a white oak tree
No deadly nightshade, Belladonna
Dare lay a leaf on me
Silent night
Still as prayer
Darkness fills with light
Love on Earth is everywhere
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Riverbank
Frightened by the tone of a phone in the dead of night
Then staring into darkness and praying till the morning light
The price already paid
A son gone to the grave
Now the sorrowful parade to the riverbank
Must be half the county come down to the riverbank
High school is closed, same for the local police
Shall we tearfully embrace?
Shall we sing "Amazing Grace?"
Will the shallow river waters bring us peace?
Army dude, only son, nowhere to run
No one to turn to, he turns to the gun
It's a cross, it's a stone, it's a fragment of bone
It's a long walk home
A long walk home
Gonna be a long walk home from the riverbank
Is there any reason why the black pine should not weep?
Is there a woman or a man who wouldn't understand why he could not sleep?
And the nightmares when they came
Like poison to the brain
Reminded him again
Life is cheap
Army dude, only son, nowhere to run
No one to turn to, he turns to the gun
It's a cross, it's a stone, it's a fragment of bone
It's a long walk home
A long walk home
Gonna be a long walk home from the riverbank
Army dude's mama
At the edge of the river
Limp as a rag, American flag in her arms
Then a triangle of light
Kissed the red and blue and white
Along the riverbank
Past the dealerships and farms
Army dude, only son
'Gon be a
Then staring into darkness and praying till the morning light
The price already paid
A son gone to the grave
Now the sorrowful parade to the riverbank
Must be half the county come down to the riverbank
High school is closed, same for the local police
Shall we tearfully embrace?
Shall we sing "Amazing Grace?"
Will the shallow river waters bring us peace?
Army dude, only son, nowhere to run
No one to turn to, he turns to the gun
It's a cross, it's a stone, it's a fragment of bone
It's a long walk home
A long walk home
Gonna be a long walk home from the riverbank
Is there any reason why the black pine should not weep?
Is there a woman or a man who wouldn't understand why he could not sleep?
And the nightmares when they came
Like poison to the brain
Reminded him again
Life is cheap
Army dude, only son, nowhere to run
No one to turn to, he turns to the gun
It's a cross, it's a stone, it's a fragment of bone
It's a long walk home
A long walk home
Gonna be a long walk home from the riverbank
Army dude's mama
At the edge of the river
Limp as a rag, American flag in her arms
Then a triangle of light
Kissed the red and blue and white
Along the riverbank
Past the dealerships and farms
Army dude, only son
'Gon be a
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cool Papa Bell
It turns out to be a great thing for me
I don't worry (and) I don't think (because)
It's not my job to worry or to think
Not me
I'm more like everyday I'm here, I'm grateful
And that's the gist of it
Now you may call that a bogus, bullshit
New-age point of view
But check out my tattoo says wall-to-wall fun
Does everyone know everyone
Mr. Wall-to-wall Fun
We got the well, well, well
And cool Papa Bell
The fastest man on Earth did dwell
As cool Papa Bell
Motherf*cker
Ugly word
Ubiquitous and often heard as a substitute for someone's Christian name
And I think yeah, the word is ugly, all the same
Ugly got a chase to make
It's not like every rodent gets a birthday cake
No, it's you're a chipmunk, how cute is that?
But you, you motherf*cker, are a filthy rat
And well, well, well
Is it true, Papa Bell?
That the beauties go to heaven and the ugly go to hell
Cool Papa Bell
(Let the tubas cry)
Have you all heard the news?
Heaven finally found
Okay, it's six trillion light years away
But we're all gonna get there someday
Yes, they're all gonna get there one day
Ah, we're all gonna get, we're all gonna get, we
But, but not you
You stay and explain the suffering and the pain you caused
The thrill you feel when evil dreams come true
Check out my tattoo
It says wall-to-wall fun
Does everyone know everyone
Mr. Wall-to-wall Fun
We got the well, well, well
And Cool Papa Bell
The fastest man on Earth did dwell as Cool Papa Bell
And you're never gonna stop
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop, you never gonna stop
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop
You know, you know you
Are never gonna stop, never gonna stop, ci-kow-bow-chika
I don't worry (and) I don't think (because)
It's not my job to worry or to think
Not me
I'm more like everyday I'm here, I'm grateful
And that's the gist of it
Now you may call that a bogus, bullshit
New-age point of view
But check out my tattoo says wall-to-wall fun
Does everyone know everyone
Mr. Wall-to-wall Fun
We got the well, well, well
And cool Papa Bell
The fastest man on Earth did dwell
As cool Papa Bell
Motherf*cker
Ugly word
Ubiquitous and often heard as a substitute for someone's Christian name
And I think yeah, the word is ugly, all the same
Ugly got a chase to make
It's not like every rodent gets a birthday cake
No, it's you're a chipmunk, how cute is that?
But you, you motherf*cker, are a filthy rat
And well, well, well
Is it true, Papa Bell?
That the beauties go to heaven and the ugly go to hell
Cool Papa Bell
(Let the tubas cry)
Have you all heard the news?
Heaven finally found
Okay, it's six trillion light years away
But we're all gonna get there someday
Yes, they're all gonna get there one day
Ah, we're all gonna get, we're all gonna get, we
But, but not you
You stay and explain the suffering and the pain you caused
The thrill you feel when evil dreams come true
Check out my tattoo
It says wall-to-wall fun
Does everyone know everyone
Mr. Wall-to-wall Fun
We got the well, well, well
And Cool Papa Bell
The fastest man on Earth did dwell as Cool Papa Bell
And you're never gonna stop
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop, you never gonna stop
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop
You know, you know you
Are never gonna stop, never gonna stop, ci-kow-bow-chika
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Insomniacs Lullaby
Oh Lord, don't keep me up all night
Side by side with the moon
With its desolate eyes
Miles from the sunrise
The darkness inviting a tune
The insomniac's lullaby
A siren is playing its song in the distance
The melody rattles the old window frame
Gradually, angels reveal their existence
And there's nothing and no one to blame
Oh Lord, don't keep me up all night
Side by side with the moon
Alone in the bed
The season ahead
Is winter that lasts until June
The insomniac's lullaby
Sleep
They say all roads lead to a river
Then one day the river comes up to your door
How will the builder of bridges deliver us all
To the faraway shore?
Oh Lord, don't keep me up all night
With questions I can't understand
While I wrestle my fears
The sound in my ears
Is the music that's sweeping the land
The insomniac's lullaby
Sleep
Soft as a rose
The light from the East
As if all is forgiven and wolves become sheep
We are who we are
Or we're not
But at least we'll eventually all fall asleep
Eventually all fall asleep
Side by side with the moon
With its desolate eyes
Miles from the sunrise
The darkness inviting a tune
The insomniac's lullaby
A siren is playing its song in the distance
The melody rattles the old window frame
Gradually, angels reveal their existence
And there's nothing and no one to blame
Oh Lord, don't keep me up all night
Side by side with the moon
Alone in the bed
The season ahead
Is winter that lasts until June
The insomniac's lullaby
Sleep
They say all roads lead to a river
Then one day the river comes up to your door
How will the builder of bridges deliver us all
To the faraway shore?
Oh Lord, don't keep me up all night
With questions I can't understand
While I wrestle my fears
The sound in my ears
Is the music that's sweeping the land
The insomniac's lullaby
Sleep
Soft as a rose
The light from the East
As if all is forgiven and wolves become sheep
We are who we are
Or we're not
But at least we'll eventually all fall asleep
Eventually all fall asleep
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Horace And Pete
Hell no
I can't complain about my problems
I'm OK the way things are
I pull my stool up to the bar
At Horace And Pete's
Sometimes I wonder
Why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
I just need some time to think
Or maybe I just need a drink
At Horace And Pete's.
Horace And Pete
I can't complain about my problems
I'm OK the way things are
I pull my stool up to the bar
At Horace And Pete's
Sometimes I wonder
Why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
I just need some time to think
Or maybe I just need a drink
At Horace And Pete's.
Horace And Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Duncan (Live From A Prairie Home Companion)
Hell no
I can't complain about my problems
I'm OK the way things are
I pull my stool up to the bar
At Horace And Pete's
Sometimes I wonder
Why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
I just need some time to think
Or maybe I just need a drink
At Horace And Pete's.
Horace And Pete
I can't complain about my problems
I'm OK the way things are
I pull my stool up to the bar
At Horace And Pete's
Sometimes I wonder
Why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
I just need some time to think
Or maybe I just need a drink
At Horace And Pete's.
Horace And Pete
Writer: Paul Simon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wristband (Live From A Prairie Home Companion)
I stepped outside the backstage door to breathe some nicotine
And maybe check my mailbox
See if I can read the screen
Then I heard a click, the stage door lock
I knew just what that meant
I'm gonna have to walk around the block
If I wanna get it in
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
If you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
I can explain it
I don't know why my heart beats like a fist
When I meet some dude with an attitude saying
"Hey, you can't do that, or this"
And the man was large, a well-dressed six-foot-eight
And he's acting like Saint Peter standing guard at the pearly
Wristband, my man
You've got to have a wristband
That you don't have a wristband
You don't get through the door
And I said wristband?
I don't need a wristband
My axe is on the bandstand, my band is on the floor
I mean it's just
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
The riots started slowly
With the homeless and the lowly
Then they spread into the heartland towns
That never get a wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand
Whose anger is a short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband
Then you can't get through the door
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
Say you can't get through the door, no (wristband)
(Wristband)
And maybe check my mailbox
See if I can read the screen
Then I heard a click, the stage door lock
I knew just what that meant
I'm gonna have to walk around the block
If I wanna get it in
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
If you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
I can explain it
I don't know why my heart beats like a fist
When I meet some dude with an attitude saying
"Hey, you can't do that, or this"
And the man was large, a well-dressed six-foot-eight
And he's acting like Saint Peter standing guard at the pearly
Wristband, my man
You've got to have a wristband
That you don't have a wristband
You don't get through the door
And I said wristband?
I don't need a wristband
My axe is on the bandstand, my band is on the floor
I mean it's just
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
(Wristband)
The riots started slowly
With the homeless and the lowly
Then they spread into the heartland towns
That never get a wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand
Whose anger is a short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband
Then you can't get through the door
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
Say you can't get through the door, no (wristband)
(Wristband)
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
New York Is My Home
Hell no
I can't complain about my problems
I'm OK the way things are
I pull my stool up to the bar
At Horace And Pete's
Sometimes I wonder
Why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
I just need some time to think
Or maybe I just need a drink
At Horace And Pete's.
Horace And Pete
I can't complain about my problems
I'm OK the way things are
I pull my stool up to the bar
At Horace And Pete's
Sometimes I wonder
Why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
I just need some time to think
Or maybe I just need a drink
At Horace And Pete's.
Horace And Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Stranger to Stranger is the thirteenth solo studio album by American folk rock singer-songwriter Paul Simon. Produced by Paul Simon and Roy Halee, it was released on June 3, 2016 through Concord Records. Simon wrote the material over a period of several years, perfecting it and rewriting it to his liking. Its music is experimental, making use of custom-made instruments by composer and music theorist Harry Partch. Three of the songs on the album are collaborations with Italian electronic artist Clap! Clap!.
His first release in over five years, Stranger to Stranger received wide critical acclaim. It represented Simon's highest-ever debut on the Billboard 200, at No. 3, and reached No. 1 on the UK Albums Chart.
The cover art is a detail of a portrait of Simon from 2011 by Chuck Close. Photo by Kerry Ryan McFate, courtesy Pace Gallery.
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Paul SimonHis first release in over five years, Stranger to Stranger received wide critical acclaim. It represented Simon's highest-ever debut on the Billboard 200, at No. 3, and reached No. 1 on the UK Albums Chart.
The cover art is a detail of a portrait of Simon from 2011 by Chuck Close. Photo by Kerry Ryan McFate, courtesy Pace Gallery.
Genre(s): Pop, experimental
Producer(s): Paul Simon, Roy Halee
Length: 36:50 (standard edition), 53:24 (deluxe edition)
Released: June 3rd, 2016
Year: 2016