Simon & Garfunkel "Red Rubber Ball" |
I should have known you'd bid me farewell There's a lesson to be learned from this and I've learned it very well Now I know you're not the only starfish in the sea If I never hear your name again, it's all the same to me And I think it's gonna be all right Yeah, the worst is over now The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball You never care for secrets I confide To you, I'm just an ornament, something for your pride Always running, never caring, that's the life you live Stolen minutes of your time were all you had to give And I think it's gonna be all right Yeah, the worst is over now The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball The story's in the past with nothing to recall I've got my life to live, and I don't need you at all The roller coaster ride we took is nearly at an end I bought my tickets with my tears, that's all I'm gonna spend And I think it's gonna be all right Yeah, the worst is over now The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball And I think it's gonna be all right Yeah, the worst is over now The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball It's bouncing and it's shining like a red rubber ball -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blessed (3:40) P. Simon, 1966 From the January 22, 1967 concert at Lincoln Center; the song was originally released on Sounds Of Silence Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers O Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down from a wound That I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers O Lord, why have you forsaken me? I have tended my own garden much too long Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |