The narrator is a deeply cynical man growing to find some sense of meaning in his later life. General Comment thatchinagirl's got it right. I wanted to add I particularly like the part where Simon who no doubt wrote it writes a B-section which suddenly jumps to another person's inner monologue; a successful artist, who is leisurely leafing through his surfeit material, presumably having published other material; an embarassment of riches.
The sense of these people inhabiting separate universes--and the ponderment as to why they do--is a profoundly sad lyrical expression. Simon is posing a spritual puzzle to the listener, challenging us to come to terms with the issue of paucity. No Replies Log in to reply. General Comment First Verse: My life is ending now, and looking back, I realize that I missed out on things I should have done because I was seeking perfect, fool-proof, failure free, guaranteed opportunities.
Verse 2: Think carefully about the goals you choose to strive for. When you hold your cup out to collect from the world, are your goals only self-serving?
Because you would have a more meaningful ride through life if the things you did served to benefit humanity. Verse 3: And in striving to serve humanity and better the world in some way, don't Give Up! If things go wrong or seem hopeless, start over even if you just have to pretend that you believe you can succeed in your goals.
Start anew and recapture your sense of possibility. So think about the things that I've said and please let this advice be the lasting mark I've made on humanity, because I am old and my time and ability to contribute to life in other meaningful ways is over. General Comment I just want to say that I don't think it's a jump to another person's "inner monologue" rather looking back at his life when he was young, which kind of works with the next lines "Seasons change with the scenery,Weaving time in a tapestry".
My Opinion When I hear "carry your cup in your hand" I think of a man in the position of a bewildered tourist watching the scenery fly by while he cluthces onto the mundane, unable to participate fully in the reveries because of his masochistic tendency to self-edit as suggested in verse 1. The homeless man as narrator angle never occurred to me because the lyrics are completely coherent without it.
Also, it makes no sense to suggest that someone would have to be elderly dying in order to reflect on the decisions he has made in life. Well, Simon wrote another song on the same album Old Friends where he says "how terribly strange to be seventy". General Comment The Bangles covered it. I must say I prefer their version aswell :s! I'm an 80s gal though - but generally the originals are far superior.
I can credit the writers on their fantastic lyrics though :] butterflykiss84 on September 12, Link. General Comment Simon lyrics are pure poetry, and logging on to this site reminds me of every beautiful song he has written. It sounds very Simon-esque! Have to say that as a young fan, I can't claim to understand the emotions in a lot of his songs, and this is no exception. However, I think thatchinagirl is right about her theory. Too harsh. General Comment But the Simon and Garfunkel version is awesome, don't get me wrong Lyrics Artists add.
Time, time, time, See what's become of me, While I looked around, For my possibilities, I was so hard to please. I look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky, Is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band, Down by the river, It'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, Grass is high, The fields are ripe, It's the springtime of my life. Ah, 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, While looking over manuscripts, Of unpublished rhyme, Drinking my vodka and lime.
Look around, Leaves are brown, There's a patch of snow on the ground, Look around, Leaves are brown, There's a patch of snow on the ground. Look around, Look around. Leaves are brown, And the sky, Is a hazy shade of winter, Look around, Leaves are brown, There's a patch of snow on the ground, Look around, Leaves are brown, There's a patch of snow on the ground.
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