A Hazy Shade of Winter - Simon & Garfunkel

Time, time, time See what's become of me As I looked around At my possibilities I was so hard to please Look around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a hazy shade of winter A hazy shade of winter Seasons change with the scenery Weaving time in a tapestry Won't you stop and remember me Look around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a hazy shade of winter A hazy shade of winter! Look around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a hazy shade of winter A hazy shade of winter And the sky Is a hazy shade of winter! Is a hazy shade of winter

"Once the riot started, it went like a forest fire. It started in a lot of different places at pretty much the same time" Five hundred FBI agents comin' after us with a license to kill Thirty mil, claimin' it's just a drug bust They thinkin' they making a fly switch Replace the devil for a witch, dirty Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats (Oh yes) Some people accuse some people of crimes Some people get away with losin' my rhyme (uh!) They don't like where I'm comin' from, so they play dumb Dumb-diggety-dumb-diggety-dumb But I'm tellin' you what they do, everybody plays a fool While the real thief cools in a pool (yeah!) He who got the finger on the war button Talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' TV got 'em bigger than life (Oh yes) All he needs is a knife Who the criminal? Blind, deaf and dumb, hard to see 'em comin', but they come, here they come Don't be dumb-diggety-dumb Politickin' write bad checks, still they gettin' wrecked Going for a neck (uh!) Rolling in a blue and white gang Ready to bang-biggety-bang Hanging 'round the hangin' rope (Nope, nope, nope!) N-O-P-E I ain't bendin' for the soap (yeah!) Never understood why the 'hood half a who's in the joint Now they got me losin' my point Gotta have it goin' on Born criminal, born Take a piece of America back, but who had it first? Hear the Indian curse (uh!) Robbed and stole so many so much, it ain't funny Now who got 'em face on money? Politician passin' a bill, paid in full C-note rockin' in a pocket, how they livin' Making sure they lockin' us up, I got a feelin' I'm (in a minute) When it come to somethin' we say What they don't like is a brother like me on the mic in fact To the gritty, ain't none of us wack Noriega had back (yeah!) Jeffrey Dahmer enters the room without cuffs How the hell do we set stuffed In the back of a cell on a isle, ain't it wild? What's criminal? Power to the people and the beats Only if I had one more Time to kick the rhythm that keep rippin' down the door So the real criminals get exposed behind the clothes Doors and the suits that make and break the law Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enough bull I can't understand it, must been the crooked way they planned it Police 'posed to keep the peace But I can't trust 'em, so I keep my piece Loaded and cocked 'cause I don't miss the block Talk about the ones who don't get chained to the rock Those who got away with the dirt and the grime While we go away for the neighborhood crime Never liked what I saw in the law Indiana trees hanging us instead of leaves (yeah!) We hanging from the roof (yeah!) By real criminals They thinkin' they making a fly switch Replace the devil for a witch, dirty Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Power to the people and the beats Power to the people and the beats

Yesterday I came home early and found her laying on my bed She was down on her knees boy just giving you hell You turned to me and saw that hurt look in my eyes What you saw there was no big surprise Well as you got off I heard you say What the Lord giveth The Lord taketh away Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue After kicking you out I turned on the evening news The anchorman was talking about disaster without no clues The film was rolling on the background screen behind his head My mom and dad's plane was grounded the hard way instead As the plane crashed down I heard him say What the Lord giveth The Lord taketh away Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Everybody is always trying to tell me that hard times are just the Lord's will Well I believe No I know That I can overcome any obstacle And choose my own destiny Nobody is going to tell me what to do with my life Not my parents Not my teachers Not you And not your fucking god And do you know why It's because I don't have to do anything but stay white and die That's right You heard me Ha Well the preacher walked up I heard him say What the Lord giveth The Lord taketh away Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue Turn my eyes a deeper shade of blue

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' 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 Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' 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 leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, 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 Oh, 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 Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench 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 sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question, "Why?" They linger there to die They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy