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Simon and Garfunkel : Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
1966

  1. Scarborough Fair
  2. Cloudy
    +1
  3. Homeward Bound
    +1
  4. 59th Street Bridge Song (Feeling Groovy)

  5. The Dangling Conversation
    +1
  6. Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
    +1
  7. A Poem On The Underground Wall
    +1

Scarborough Fair

<Trad; Child 2; Roud 12>
Capo:
VII
The indented verses are sung alongside the preceding verse.
Am
G
Am
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
C
Am
C
D
Am
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Am
C
C
G/b
Am
G
Remember me to one who lives there
Am
G
Am
She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then she'll be a true love of mine On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strands Then she'll be a true love of mine On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves Washes the grave with silvery tears A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions Generals order their soldiers to kill And to fight for a cause they've long-ago forgotten Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

Cloudy

Capo:
II
C
Cloudy
F
The sky is gray and white and cloudy
C
/b
A7
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me
G
Em
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles
G
Am
I'm a ragamuffin child
D7/f#
Pointed finger, painted smile
G
G6
G7
G
G6
G7
I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell Down from Berkeley to Carmel I got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey sunshine! I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question why And they linger there to die They don't know where they are going And, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy

Homeward Bound

Capo:
III
G
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G
I'm sittin' in the railway station
D/f#
F6
Em
Got a ticket for my destination, mmm mmm mmm
Am
On a tour of one night stands
F
My suitcase and guitar in hand
G
And every stop is neatly planned
D
For a poet and a one man band
G
C
G
C
Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound
G
F
C
F
G
Home, where my thought's escaping
G
F
C
F
G
Home, where my music's playing
G
F
G
F
C
Home, where my love lies waiting
D
G
Silently for me Every day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me The movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see Reminds me that I long to be Homeward bound... Tonight I'll sing my songs again I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me In shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me Homeward bound...

59th Street Bridge Song (Feeling Groovy)

Intro
C
G/b
Am7
G
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|----------------------0-|-------0-----------0----|-------------------0----|-------0-----------0----|
|------------3---2-------|-0----------------------|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|
|------------------------|-----------7\3----------|------------------------|-----------7\-7\--------|
One, two, three
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|-------------3----------|-1---------0------------|-------------3----------|-1----------8\3---------|
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|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|
|------------------------|-----------7\3----------|------------------------|---------------2/3/5/6/7|
Verse #1
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|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|
|------------------------|-----------7\3----------|------------------------|-----------7\-7\--------|
Slow down, you move too fast You've got to make the morning last
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|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|
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Just kicking down the cobble stones Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy...
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|-3-----------2----------|-0----------------------|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|
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ba-da-da da da da da I'm feelin' groovy...
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|-3-----3-----2----------|-0----------------------|
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Verse #2
Hello lamp-post, what ya knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growin' Ain't ya got no rhymes for me Doo-it-doo-doo feelin' groovy Ba-da-da da da da da I'm feelin' groovy...
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Verse #3
I've got no deeds to do no promises to keep I'm drappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life I love you all is groovy... Ba-da-da da da da da da da da da da
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Optional part |-1--------8-------------|
in the ending |---0----7---7-----------|
of the intro: |-----0------------------|
|-0----------------------|
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The Dangling Conversation

Capo:
III
|
C
/b
|
D
| |
Em
D
|
C
| |
G
G6
Gmaj7
G6
|
C
G/b
D
It's a still life water color
C
G/b
D
Of a now late afternoon
C
G/b
Am
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
G
G6
Gmaj7
G6
And shadows wash the room
Em
And we sit and drink our coffee
F
Couched in our indifference
E
Like shells upon the shore
D
You can hear the ocean roar
C
D
In the dangling conversation
Em
C
And the superficial sighs
G
G6
Gmaj7
G6
The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said "Can analysis be worthwhile?" "Is the theater really dead?" And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives

Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

Gsus4
G
Bm
Through the corridors of sleep
C
G
Past the shadows dark and deep
Bm
C
G
My mind dances and leaps in confusion I don't know what is real I can't touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion
D/a
C
So, I'll continue
G
/f#
Em
To continue to pretend
C/g
Em
That my life will never end
A7
C
Cmaj7
G
And that flowers never bend with the rainfall The mirror on my wall Casts an image dark and small But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection I am blinded by the light Of God and Truth and Right And I wander in the night without direction So, I'll continue To continue to pretend That my life will never end And that flowers never bend with the rainfall It's no matter if you're born To play the king or pawn For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow And so my fantasy Becomes reality And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow So, I'll continue To continue to pretend That my life will never end And that flowers never bend with the rainfall

A Poem On The Underground Wall

Capo:
VII
|
C
/b
|
G
|
G
D/f#
|
Em
|
C
/b
G
The last train is nearly due
G
D/f#
Em
The underground is closing soon
C
/b
G
And in the dark, deserted station
G
D/f#
Em
Restless in anticipation
C
G
G
D/f#
Em
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 tunnel's stony womb The carriage rides to meet the groom And opens wide and welcome doors But he hesitates, and then withdraws Deeper in the shadows
Em
And the train is gone suddenly
D
On wheels clicking silently
Am
Like a gently tapping litany
Em
And he holds his crayon rosary
G
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
C
/b
G
To seek the breast of darkness
G
D/f#
Em
And be suckled by the night