Pinwheel of Death

Simon & Garfunkel


SONGS

Writers Paul Simon

Genres Pop, Folk

Recorded 1964

Lyrics THE FOG'S ROLLING IN
OFF THE EAST RIVER BANK,
LIKE A SHROUD
IT COVERS
BLEECKER STREET,
FILLS THE ALLEYS
WHERE MEN SLEEP,
HIDES THE SHEPHERD
FROM THE SHEEP.
VOICES LEAKING
FROM A SAD CAFE,
SMILING FACES
TRY TO UNDERSTAND,
I SAW A SHADOW
TOUCH A SHADOW'S HAND
ON BLEECKER STREET.
THE POET READS
HIS CROOKED RHYME,
HOLY, HOLY,
IS HIS SACRAMENT,
THIRTY DOLLARS
PAYS YOUR RENT
ON BLEEKER STREET.
I HEARD A CHURCH BELL
SOFTLY CHIME
IN A MELODY
SUSTAINING,
IT'S A LONG ROAD
TO CANAAN,
ON BLEEKER STREET.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Jorge Milchberg, Daniel A. Robles, Paul Simon

Genres Standard, Latin, Pop, Folk

Recorded 1970

Lyrics I'D RATHER BE A SPARROW
THAN A SNAIL,
YES I WOULD,
IF I COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.
I'D RATHER BE A HAMMER
THAN A NAIL,
YES I WOULD,
IF ONLY I COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.

AWAY,
I'D RATHER SAIL AWAY
LIKE A SWAN
THAT'S HERE AND GONE.
A MAN GETS TIED UP
TO THE GROUND,
HE GIVES THE WORLD
ITS SADDEST SOUND,
ITS SADDEST SOUND.

I'D RATHER BE A FOREST
THAN A STREET,
YES I WOULD.
IF I COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.
I'D RATHER FEEL
THE EARTH
BENEATH MY FEET,
YES I WOULD,
IF I ONLY COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.
Writers Paul Simon

Genres Pop, Folk, Americana, Family

Recorded 1963

Lyrics HE WAS MY BROTHER,
FIVE YEARS OLDER
THAN I.
HE WAS MY BROTHER,
TWENTY THREE YEARS
OLD,
THE DAY HE DIED.
FREEDOM RIDER,
THEY CURSED
MY BROTHER
TO HIS FACE.
GO HOME,
OUTSIDER,
THIS TOWN'S
GONNA BE
YOUR BURYIN' PLACE.
HE WAS SINGIN'
ON HIS KNEES,
AN ANGRY MOB
TRAILED ALONG.
THEY SHOT
MY BROTHER DEAD,
BECAUSE HE HATED
WHAT WAS WRONG.
HE WAS MY BROTHER,
TEARS WON'T BRING HIM
BACK TO ME.
HE,
HE WAS MY BROTHER,
AND HE DIED
SO HIS BROTHERS
COULD BE FREE,
OH GOD,
HE DIED
SO HIS BROTHERS
COULD BE FREE.