Ken Steinhoff     Simon and Garfunkel Performing, Ohio University     1968

Original image © Ken Steinhoff All Rights Reserved. Image my be found at http://www.capecentralhigh.com/ohio/covering-simon-and-garfunkel/


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.

When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.

Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie 

Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
lonesome
I took some comfort there.

Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie… 

Ken Steinhoff     Simon and Garfunkel Performing, Ohio University     1968

Original image © Ken Steinhoff All Rights Reserved. Image my be found at http://www.capecentralhigh.com/ohio/covering-simon-and-garfunkel/

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.

When I left my home

And my family,

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station,

Running scared,

Laying low,

Seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go,

Looking for the places

Only they would know.

Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie 

Asking only workman’s wages

I come looking for a job,

But I get no offers,

Just a come-on from the whores

On Seventh Avenue

I do declare,

There were times when I was so

lonesome

I took some comfort there.

Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie, Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie… 

Bob Dylan     I Want You      1966

The guilty undertaker sighs

The lonesome organ grinder cries

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you

The cracked bells and washed-out horns

Blow into my face with scorn

But it’s not that way

I wasn’t born to lose you

I want you, I want you

I want you so bad

Honey, I want you…

Hey peeps…

Should you happen to b anywhere in North America (and other places, but I’m not sure where) tonight there will be a total lunar eclipse.  It’s already begun, so if you peek your head out of your apartment and glance skyward, you’ll see where the cosmic mouse has just begun to nibble the lunar cheese.  The eclipse should reach its peak in around 90 minutes.  Tonight’s eclipse is supposed to be a rare sort, in which instead of being a flat black from the earth’s shadow, the moon will be glowing a deep red brown.  This means, of course, that I have to stay awake for the next hour-and-a-half in order to witness the anger of Jove and then the return of Luna, illustrating some metaphor but I’m too drunk to figure out which one.