Night Game
Paul Simon Lyrics


There were two men down
And the score tied
In the bottom of the eight
When the pitcher died

And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uniform was torn
And his number was left on the ground
Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than these teams

There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost

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Written by: PAUL SIMON

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Stephen Coomer

There were two men down
And the score tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died
And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uniform was torn
And his number was left on the ground

Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than the teams

There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost



All comments from YouTube:

KhalDrogo76

The chord progression is a thing of beauty, the melody over it just shows Simon's harmonic genius

Sameh Strauch

Beautiful chord progressions are out of fashion now. People don't get why I say that all modern music sounds bland, but it's because of their limited chord repertoires.

2011littleguy

Just two words: Toots Thielemans. He's the genius playing the insanely great harmonica solo on this recording. You could hire any musician on the planet to play on that solo and I'm pretty sure that not a man, Jack of them would get close to its perfection. I 'discovered' Toots after reading a Wiki article that mentioned him. After that, I always listened to any track he played on. Can you name any other musician that is a master of harmonica, whistling, and guitar? RIP Toots 2016 age 94. Oh, he's the cat playing the 'lonesome sounding' harmonica lead on the Theme From Midnight Cowboy.

Stephen Coomer

There were two men down
And the score tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died
And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uniform was torn
And his number was left on the ground

Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than the teams

There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost

Wade Sewell

Good night, Baron Thielemans. Rest well.

Bread Stick

Once you know this song, you hear that Toots solo half way through, start yearning for it, it's sort of weaved in: its sublime, slightly Spanish feel in parts, a moment of magic in music. And that buttery sound that Simon conveys, I don't know how he does it. I'm glad I know this music.

zerklang

RIP, Toots Thielemans.

Marv Luse

One of Simon's most endearing songs, I think.

Steve Mirabelli

Such interesting harmonic choices. Always loved this song and wore out this album in my 65 Chevy tape deck back in the day.

chill toast

i don't think i've heard this since 1975, and it takes me right back to our house on the hill above the (small town) baseball stadium. laying on the floor of the living room looking out the windows at big california blue sky.

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