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Art Garfunkel
Art Garfunkel


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Настоящее имя Arthur Ira Garfunkel
Дата рождения 5 ноября 1941 г.
Место рождения Forest Hills, New York, United States
Жанры Rock
Pop
Годы 1956—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Atco Records
См. также Simon & Garfunkel
Сайт Website



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Angel Clare (1973)
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Wake up, my love, beneath the midday sun, alone, once more alone.
This traveling boy was only passing through, but he will always think of you.
One night of love beside a strange young smile, as warm as I have known.
A traveling boy and only passing through, but one who'll always think of you.

Take my place out on the road again, I must do what I must do.
Yes, I know we were lovers but a drifter discovers.
A traveling boy and only passing through, but one who'll always think of you.

Take my place out on the road again, I must do what I must do.
Yes, I know we were lovers but a drifter discovers
That a perfect love won't always last forever.

I won't say that I'll be back again cause time alone will tell,
so no goodbyes for one just passing through, but one who'll always think of you.
No goodbyes.

. . .


Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet,
As we set there a courtin',
My love fell off to sleep.

I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
My love she did not know.
So I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks below.

I drew a saber through her,
It was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.

My father oft had told me
That money would set me free

If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.

My father sits at his cabin door,
Wiping his tear dimmed eyes,
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high.

My race is run beneath the sun,
The scaffold now waits for me,
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.

. . .


La-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-LaLa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-LaLa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-LaLa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-La
I shall singsing my songBe it rightbe it wrongIn the nightin the dayAnyhowanyway.I shall gingLa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-LaLa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-La

La-La-La-...
With my heartwith my soulfor the youngfor the oldWhen I'm highwhen I'm lowWhen I'm fastwhen I'm slowWho ahI shall sing
La-La-La-
La-La-La-

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Everyone has gone away, can you hear me? Can you hear me?
No one cared enough to stay, can you hear me?
You must remember me, old man, I know that you can if you try.
So just open up your eyes, old man, look who's come to say, "Goodbye."

The sun has left the sky, old man, the birds have flown away
and no one came to cry old man, goodbye, old man, goodbye.
You want to stay, I know you do, but it ain't no use to try,


cause I'll be here, and I'm just like you, goodbye, old man, goodbye.

Won't be no God to comfort you, you taught me not to believe that lie.
You don't need anybody, nobody needs you, don't cry, old man, don't cry. Everybody dies.

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Feuilles oh, sauve la vie moin dans mize moin ye oh,
Feuilles oh, sauve la vie moin dans mize moin ye oh.
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo,
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang,
Sauve la vie moin dans mize moin ye oh.

Willie works as the garden man;
He plants trees, he burns leaves,
He makes money for himself.
Often I stop with his words on my mind.
Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?

Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo,
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang,
Sauve la vie moin dans mize moin ye oh, dans mize moin ye oh.

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I bruise you, you bruise me
We both bruise too easily
Too easily to let it show
I love you, and that's all I know

All my plans have fallen through
All my plans depend on you
Depend on you to help them grow
I love you, and that's all I know

When the singer's gone
Let the song go on...

But the ending always comes at last
Endings always come too fast
They come too fast, but they pass to slow
I love you, and that's all I know

When the singer's gone
Let the song go on
It's a fine line between the darkness and the dawn
They say the darkest night
There's a light beyond

But the ending always comes at last
Endings always come too fast
They come too fast, but they pass too slow
I love you, and that's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know

. . .


Mary was an only child,
Nobody held her, nobody smiled.
She was born in a trailer, wretched and poor,
And she shone like a gem in a five and dime store.

Mary had no friends at all,
Just famous faces pinned to the wall.
All of them watched her, none of them saw
That she shone like a gem in a five and dime store.

And if you watch the stars at night,
And find them shining equally bright,
You might have seen Jesus and not have known what you saw.
Who would notice a gem in a five and dime store?

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We are going, heaven knows where we are going,
We'll know we're there.
We will get there, heaven knows how we will get there,
We know we will.

It will be hard we know
And the road will be muddy and rough,
But we'll get there, heaven knows how we will get there,
We know we will.

We are going, heaven knows where we are going,
We'll know we're there.

. . .


All in the merry month of May,
When green buds all are swellin'.
Sweet William on his deathbed lay for love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town,
The place where she did dwell in.
Saying, 'Master dear has sent me here if your name be Barbara Allen.'

Then slowly, slowly she got up and slowly she went to him,
And all she said when there she came was, 'Young man, I think you're dying.

'Don't you remember the other night when we were in the tavern?
You drank a toast to the ladies there and slighted Barbara Allen.'

He turned his face unto the wall,
He turned his back upon her.
'Adieu, adieu, to all my friends.
And be kind, be kind to Barbara Allen.'

As she was wandering on the fields she heard the death bell knellin'.
And every note, it seemed to say,
'Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!'

The more it tolled the more she grieved,
She bursted out a-crying.
'Oh, pick me up and carry me home.
I fear that I am dying.'

They buried Willy in the old church yard and Barbara in the new one,
And from William's grave, there grew a rose, from Barbara's, a green briar.

They grew and grew in the old church yard,
Till they could grow no higher,
And there they tied in a true lover's knot,
The red rose and the briar.

. . .


Close your eyes my pretty child, though the night is dark and the wind is wild.
I will stand beside your bed, tonight there is nothing you need fear or dread.
You can sleep now, go to sleep, the rain falls and the windows weep.
I'm standing by to sing a lullaby.

Close your eyes my sister fair, though the snow is falling and the trees are bare.
And I will hold you by the hand, tonight there is nothing you need try to understand.
You can sleep now, go to sleep. The daytime's dying and the nighttime's so deep.
I'm standing by to sing a lullaby.


Close your eyes my mother wise when the waves are angry and the north train cries.
I stopped those ghosts outside your door, Mama, don't worry about those ghosts no more.
You can sleep now, go to sleep, tomorrow comes but it will keep,
I'm standing by to sing a lullaby, another lullaby, another lullaby, another lullaby.

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