Monday, July 28, 2025

Paul Simon, "Graceland"

 The Mississippi Delta was shining like a national guitar

I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis, TennesseeI'm going to GracelandPoor boys and pilgrims with familiesAnd we are going to GracelandMy traveling companion is nine years oldHe is the child of my first marriageBut I've reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland
She comes back to tell me she's goneAs if I didn't know thatAs if I didn't know my own bedAs if I'd never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her foreheadAnd she said, "Losing love is like a window in your heartEverybody sees you're blown apartEverybody sees the wind blow"
I'm going to Graceland, Memphis, TennesseeI'm going to GracelandPoor boys and pilgrims with familiesAnd we are going to GracelandAnd my traveling companions are ghosts and empty socketsI'm looking at ghosts and emptiesBut I've reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland
There is a girl in New York City who calls herself the human trampolineAnd sometimes when I'm falling, flying or tumbling in turmoil I say"Whoa, so this is what she means"She means we're bouncing in the GracelandAnd I see losing love is like a window in your heartWell, everybody sees you're blown apartEverybody feels the wind blowOoh, ooh, ooh
In Graceland, in GracelandI'm going to GracelandFor reasons, I cannot explainThere's some part of me wants to see GracelandAnd I may be obliged to defend every love, every endingOr maybe there's no obligations nowMaybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland
Whoa, oh, ohIn Graceland, in Graceland, in GracelandI'm going to Graceland

Camp Krem

Baz is in the middle with the backwards baseball cap. He loves goats. 



Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Paul Simon, "Rewrite"

I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's rightGonna change the endingThrow away the titleAnd toss it in the trashEvery minute after midnightAll the time I'm spendingIs just for workin' on my rewrite, that's rightGonna turn it into cash
I been workin' at the car washI consider it my day job'Cause it's really not a pay jobBut that's where I amEverybody says "The old guyWorkin' at the car wash?"Hasn't got a brain cell leftSince Vietnam
But I sayHelp me, help meHelp me, help meOhhhThank youI'd no ideaThat you were there
When I said help me, help meHelp me, help meOhhhThank youFor listening to my prayer
I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's rightGonna change the endingGonna throw away my titleAnd toss it in the trashEvery minute after midnightAll the time I'm spendingIs just for workin' on my rewrite, that's rightGonna turn it into cash
I'll eliminate the pagesWhere the father has a breakdownAnd he has to leave the familyBut he really meant no harmGonna substitute a car chaseAnd a race across the rooftopsWhere the father saves the childrenAnd he holds them in his arms
I saidHelp me, help meHelp me, help meOhhThank youI'd no ideaThat you were there
When I saidHelp me, help meHelp me, help meOhhhThank youFor listening to my prayer
Workin' on my rewrite

Paul Simon at Davies

 


Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Acme Bar

I was there with friends. I realized I missed Michael. I realized that's okay. 

 
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