Simon and Garfunkel

You can't outrun the history train

And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes

Some people never say the words ‘I love you’. It’s not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words: ‘I love you’ But, like a child, they’re longing to be told

Sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

And you read your emily dickinson,
And I my robert frost.
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what weve lost.

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
Every way you look at this you lose

"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 time around. He doesn't speak the language. He holds no currency. He is a foreign man. He is surrounded by the sound, sound of cattle in the marketplace, scatterlings and orphanages. He looks around, around he sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity and he says, "Amen" and "Hallelujah!

A man gets tied up to the ground, he gives the world its saddest sound.

It's actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

But when someone says 'Paul Simon', don't you just inevitably think of a piece of wonder bread just sittin' there on a counter top?

Time it was
And what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you

I've got nothing to do today but smile.

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.