Bookends Album

Artist(s): Simon & Garfunkel

Cover Art

Simon & Garfunkel Bookends Cover Art

Tracklist

Bookends Theme (instrumental)

length: 0:33
producer: Art Garfunkel, Roy Halee and Paul Simon
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon

Save the Life of My Child

length: 2:49
producer: Roy Halee, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
"Good God! Don't jump!"
A boy sat on the ledge.
An old man who had fainted was revived.
And everyone agreed it would be a miracle indeed
If the boy survived.

"Save the life of my child!"
Cried the desperate mother.

The woman from the supermarket
Ran to call the cops.
"He must be high on something," someone said.
Though it never made The New York Times.
In The Daily News, the caption read,
"Save the life of my child!"
Cried the desperate mother.

A patrol car passing by
Halted to a stop.
Said officer MacDougal in dismay:
"The force can't do a decent job
'Cause the kids got no respect
For the law today (and blah blah blah)."

"Save the life of my child!"
Cried the desperate mother.
"What's becoming of the children?"
People asking each other.

When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd
And made them wild
In an atmosphere of freaky holiday.
When the spotlight hit the boy,
The crowd began to cheer,
He flew away.

"Oh, my Grace, I got no hiding place."

America

length: 3:36
producer: Roy Halee, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
vocal: Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigarette I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America

Overs

length: 2:19
producer: Roy Halee, Art Garfunkel and Paul Simon
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over,
Over,
Over.

No good times, no bad times,
There's no times at all,
Just The New York Times,
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers.

We might as well be apart.
It hardly matters,
We sleep separately.

And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all.
And we laughed them all
In a very short time.

Time
Is tapping on my forehead,
Hanging from my mirror,
Rattling the teacups,

And I wonder,
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit
Like saccharin.

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue.

But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you,
I stop...
I stop and think it over

Voices of Old People

length: 2:08
producer: Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel and Roy Halee
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
[Art Garfunkel recorded old people in various locations in New
York and Los Angeles over a
period of several months. These voices were taken from those
tapes.]

Old Friends

length: 2:36
producer: Art Garfunkel, Roy Halee and Paul Simon
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

Bookends Theme

length: 1:23
producer: Roy Halee, Art Garfunkel and Paul Simon
vocal: Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
(Instrumental)

Fakin’ It

length: 3:20
producer: Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel and Roy Halee
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
When she goes, she's gone.
If she stays, she stays here.
The girl does what she wants to do.
She knows what she wants to do.
And I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.

I'm such a dubious soul,
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines,
Pickin' up the punch lines,
I've just been fakin' it,
Not really makin' it.

Is there any danger?
No, no, not really.
Just lean on me.
Takin' time to treat
Your friendly neighbors honestly.
I've just been fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it-
I still haven't shaken it.

Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor.
("Good morning, Mr. Leitch.
Have you had a busy day?")
I own the tailor's face and hands
I am the tailor's face and hands and
I know I'm fakin' it,
I'm not really makin' it.
This feeling of fakin' it-
I still haven't shaken it.












Punky’s Dilemma

length: 2:18
producer: Paul Simon, Roy Halee and Art Garfunkel
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies,
Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style,
Talkin' to a raisin who 'caisson'ly plays L.A.,
Casually glancing at his toupee.

Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.

I'd ease myself down,
Comin' up brown.

I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam.
I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan.

Ah, South California.

If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To Maryjane
Best wishes, Martin.
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door),
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for

Mrs. Robinson

length: 3:56
producer: Paul Simon, Roy Halee and Art Garfunkel
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
vocal: Art Garfunkel and Paul Simon
guitar: Paul Simon
drums (drum set): Hal Blaine
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

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

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

A Hazy Shade of Winter

length: 2:18
producer: Art Garfunkel, Paul Simon and Roy Halee
performer: Simon & Garfunkel, Art Garfunkel and Paul Simon
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
Time,
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.

I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.

Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

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.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life.

Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.

Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

At the Zoo

length: 2:23
producer: Roy Halee, Art Garfunkel and Paul Simon
recording engineer: Roy Halee
assistant producer: Bob Johnston
composer: Paul Simon
lyricist: Paul Simon
Someone told me
It's all happening at the zoo.

I do believe it,
I do believe it's true.

It's a light and tumble journey
From the East Side to the park;
Just a fine and fancy ramble
To the zoo.

But you can take the crosstown bus
If it's raining or it's cold,
And the animals will love it
If you do.

Somethin' tells me
It's all happening at the zoo.

The monkeys stand for honesty,
Giraffes are insincere,
And the elephants are kindly but
They're dumb.
Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages,
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.

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.