somewhere There's a former army post Abandoned now just like the war And there's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints That's what that
's Prada, Egyptian camel back-riders Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles Money, jewelry want me to come get me Hit me but don't miss me, you history
you call me You call me Al Call me Al A man walks down the street It's a street in a strange world Maybe it's the Third World Maybe it's his first
feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to it's knees Oh, but it's all right, it's all right We've lived so well, so long
's issues that I find myself being faced with Being pigeon holed and accused of imitating It's a struggle and it's so frustrating Telling me I'm tryna
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
love you 'til the poets Run out of rhyme Until the twelfth of never And that's a long, long time Hold me close Never let me go Hold me close Melt my
(words by Paul Simon; music by Paul Simon, Jonhjon Mkhalali and Lulu Masilela) I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my
ve reason to believe We both will be received In Graceland She comes back to tell me she's gone As if I didn't know that As if I didn't know my own bed
nothin' about nothin' About Mexico And tell me why Why won't you love me For who I am Where I am He said: 'Cause that's not the way the world is baby
what I said We come and we go That's a thing that I keep In the back of my head She said there's something about you That really reminds me of money
(Paul Simon) A long time ago, yeah Before you was born dude When I was still single And life was great I held this job as a traveling salesman That kept
(Paul Simon) They say that the left side of the brain Controls the right They say that the right side Has to work hard all night Maybe I think too much
(Paul Simon) I have a number in my head Though I don't know why it's there When numbers get serious You see their shape everywhere Dividing and multiplying
And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al A man walks down the street It's a street in a strange world Maybe it's the Third World Maybe it's
me Well, I have no opinion about that And I have no opinion about me Somebody could walk into this room And say your life is on fire It's all over the
(words and music by Paul Simon; beginning by Paul Simon and Joseph Shabalala) (a-wa) O kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange (a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
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
