Les meilleurs morceaux de Simon & Garfunkel selon Mellow-Yellow

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If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To Mary-jane
Best wishes, Martin.

(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door),
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for...

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Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again

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Zebras are reactionaries !
Antelopes are missionaries !
Pigeons plot in secrecy !
And hamsters turn on frequently!
What a gas! You gotta come and see
AT THE ZOO!

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Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the saltwater and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

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I'm such a dubious soul
And a walk in the garden wears me down
Tangled in the fallen vines
Picking up the punch lines...

I've just been fakin' it.


(Oui j’aime beaucoup la face B de Bookends.)

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They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
I hit the road and I'm gone
What's my number?
I wonder how your engines feel
(Rmm-ba-ba-ba)
Scoot down the road
What's my number?

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We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

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Oh, my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
A scene badly written in which I must play
And thought it puts me up tight to leave you
I know it's not right to leave you
When morning is just a few hours away

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Bad news, bad news
I heard you’re packing to leave

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I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain
I am a rock I am an island

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So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"

But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory