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My Little Town
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


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In my little town, I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all.
And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the wall.
Lord, I recall, in my little town,
Comin' home after school, flyin' my bike past the gates of the factories,
My mom doin' the laundry, hangin' out shirts in the dirty breeze.
And after it rains there's a rainbow and all of the colors are black.
It's not that the colors aren't there, it's just imagination they lack.
Everything's the same back in my little town,
My little town, my little town.

Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.

In my little town, I never meant nothin',
I was just my father's son. mmm.
Savin' my money, dreamin' of glory,
Twitchin' like a finger on the trigger of a gun.

Leavin' nothin' but the dead and dying back in my little town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Simon & Garfunkel's song My Little Town offer a poignant reflection on the singer's hometown. The first stanza demonstrates an almost innocent view of the world, where the singer believes that everything is under God's watchful eye. Yet he also highlights how patriotism is enforced, as he recalls "pledging allegiance to the wall." The second stanza then describes the monotony of life in the singer's small town, where nothing ever changes. The singer recalls the same sights and sounds of his childhood, characterized by factories, laundry, and rainbows with black colors. The final stanza reveals the singer's bitterness and frustration, as he laments how his dreams were never realized in his hometown. He feels trapped and suffocated by the "dead and dying" of his little town, where nothing seems to change.


The song's lyrics offer a critique of small town life and American culture in general, depicting it as an oppressive and restrictive force. The song speaks to those who feel trapped in a life of monotony and stagnation, where their dreams are never realized. It's an emotionally charged song that captures the disillusionment and resentment felt by many individuals who come from small towns. And yet, there is also a sense of nostalgia in the song, as the singer remembers his childhood, and the place that will always be his little town.


Line by Line Meaning

In my little town, I grew up believing
In my small community, I was taught to have faith


God keeps his eye on us all.
The guiding hand of the Almighty is always upon my hometown


And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the wall.
As a child, I felt the weight of God's presence as I recited the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag


Lord, I recall, in my little town,
Oh, how I remember the memories of my youth in my little town


Comin' home after school, flyin' my bike past the gates of the factories,
Riding home from school, I would pass the factories and imagine the workers inside


My mom doin' the laundry, hangin' out shirts in the dirty breeze.
Watching my mother hang laundry outside reminded me of the gritty reality of our working-class town


And after it rains there's a rainbow and all of the colors are black.
Even though there is beauty after the storm, the darkness of the town still persists


It's not that the colors aren't there, it's just imagination they lack.
The town has lost its vibrancy and creativity, leaving it colorless and bleak


Everything's the same back in my little town,
Nothing changes in my hometown, it remains stagnant and unchanging


My little town, my little town.
My home, my community, for better or worse


Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
The only constant in my small town is death and decay


In my little town, I never meant nothin',
I felt insignificant in a place where everyone knew each other's business


I was just my father's son.
I was defined by my relationship to my family, nothing more


Savin' my money, dreamin' of glory,
I dreamed of breaking free from the monotony and finding success elsewhere


Twitchin' like a finger on the trigger of a gun.
Filled with restless energy, waiting for my chance to escape


Leavin' nothin' but the dead and dying back in my little town.
I depart my small town, leaving behind nothing but those struggling to survive


Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
The only legacy of my town is one of decay and decline


Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
There is no hope left in my hometown, only a grim future


Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
All that remains in my small town is death and a bleak existence


Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in my little town.
Only despair remains for those who cannot escape their small, dying town




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: PAUL SIMON

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@markraymondcourterier8458

I'm 63 and grew up to the music and sound of this legendary duo of Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. peuple have asked me: " So Mark, what's your favorite Simon & Garfunkel song. And I must admit, I stare at them with this incredulously of a look, as if they'd just grew Martian antennae right out the top of their heads, standing directly in front of me! haha! But seriously, that's impossible. I don't think there's any such thing as being able for choosing a favorite Simon & Garfunkel, individual to a singles of a song. But this one! 'My Little Town' invokes such memories of melancholic wistfulness in my thoughts and thinking. And it's as though a wave washes over me, bringing back memories...taking me back...into a time gone away. Memories of Yesterday's, seems so clear to me at times. And not all memories we think about, are always these warm fuzzies of those, as though being transported of to those certain scenes from yours past of 'It's a Wonderful Life.' But we should neither expecting, nor wanting simply for only those memories as are in only those, alone... For, it's the sums parte of those pieces of the all, cobbled together in something's a mosaic's. And where, perhaps, at first glances you might furrow your brow, or to for is slightly wincing. Not repulsed by what you're looking at. No. But it more like as it is a curiosity's of sorts. Uncertainties of for yours is unsure, even if you may or might having trying deciding whether it somehow, you'd have to the it's of managed, to for actually appreciating, even liking, something within those things, to be in of their are cobbled together for the pieces that is the makeups in of this for is a mosaic's sculptures. We realize that there are many of those are severally within its pieces for parts in which we're uncertain if we care for liking them? Or, perhaps, of those as are not at all! But the entities of the mosaic's sculpture, pieced together is utterly captivating, despite having doubts about some of their parts for makeups within its form.

And isn't this really what ALL of our own individual lives are made to be from, in similarities components of are made up by the very of these are for there's a composites of variousness and other's is also included part's? For, which and then, in this of those are the having been theirs is which the exactingly are thing's, they requisites composites, therefore part of its so needful as necessarily required, to being and in as tofore the so including.

After all, aren't we each of all, for of it is these compenents contents, in which every single one of ourselves but rather being an eclecticism-inclusionary of for are in this ways it's comprising? And of so many differing is it are these thing's thusly of aggregates, but rather and of course, helping ultimately in as well so a person's ablest in of them being an integrals necessarily reflections on the whole of PRECISELY JUST FORASMUCH THIS PERSON WHOM IN OF THERE FOR WHICH HAVING DID BECOMING, FOR ONLY THROUGH THE ENTIRETIES TO FOR ABLEST OF EMERGING IN DID SO, ONLY THROUGHOUT THE EXPERIENCES OF THE ALL ITS NECESSITY'S HAD TO BE FOR THEM. AND OF WHOM THEY HAVING OF MANAGES, DID AND SO DO. AND FOR YOU, EQUALLY THE IT WELL, IN OF THIS WAY'S OF HAVING HAS YOU ARE, TOO. BECAUSE IT IS ONLY THROUGH OF THIS VERY PROCEDURALLY TAKEN WAY THROUGHOUT LIFE, YOU AS ARE KNOWN, THEN BECAME!

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Because, in the creations of every part of these compenents things, making of this is it for a ourselves within it's sums part's, was made into sculpting this profoundness a mosaic's of ourselves; of our very own individualities, into a oneness.

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@dapdne4916

Must have been 1988 when I saw Paul Simon at the Hollywood Bowl. I sat near the stage, when I noticed Art Garfunkel sitting in the row behind me.

There was a man sitting with him whom I had recognized as being possibly an important crew member, from the movie "New York New York." He was a movie guy, anyway.

I have for many years tried to figure out what I witnessed.

Simon was late for performance. Movie dude makes a remark to me, over my shoulder," We should go down and WTTE storm the stage, don't you think?"

I answered "Oh YEAH, RIGHT, looking at Garfunkel. I laughed.

Secondly, when the song Bridge Over Troubled Water," was being announced by Simon, he added that it would be a sing along. I heard "Good, everybody sing," from behind me. It was Art's familiar voice. Audience stood up and started to sing, as did I.

This was right very near to Garfunkel. I was nervous and couldn't sing well, if at all.

Throughout the song Garf. kept repeating "Sing, Everyone Sing." I tried. He was now also standing.

I learned years later that AG did not particularly like BOTW and it was a source of big problems.

I also got the impression that whomever this familiar movie guy was, and Art was wearing a skirt for whatever reason, was probably interested in getting Art Garfunkel to go on stage and perform with Paul Simon.

My final conclusion. Of course, I can't say for sure



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@crupert23225

Such a great instrumental arrangement. Cowbell, bass, horns, piano, everything is just perfect. What a song.

@mickeymisa9350

100% agree

@Music-tk5oq

Do u think AJR did a good job sampling all this 4 "Way Less Sad"? U wouldnt know them or that song anyway.

@Robinsnest219

I loved this song as a kid in a little town called Belle Vernon Pa. in the early 70s. I usded to sit on my bedroom windowsill listening to music as I'd watch my Mom hang the laundry out in the backyard. Dad would cook burgers and dogs on the grill. Watching everyone riding their bikes up and down the front yellow brick road we had on Market Street. It's paved over now and no kids riding bikes there, they're all inside on their electronic toys. Sad. This song brings back so many great memories.

@BrokenneckYgor

Where’s belle vernon?

@leehuff2330

​@@BrokenneckYgor
It's a suburb of Pittsburgh, PA

@leehuff2330

Shout-out from Chester, WV

@donniegaus6237

Hello from Wheeling, WV. Same type of memories growing up.

@johnlefevre9403

Same memories. This is one of their best IMO

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@honorsilverthorne7227

Does anyone else reminisce about their father while listening to this song? ❤😢

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