Patterns
Paul Simon Lyrics


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The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,

And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawL

Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow Little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.

Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.

From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are Patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.

Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.

And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.

Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,




My life is made of Patterns
That can scarcely be controlled

Overall Meaning

In Paul Simon's song "Patterns", the lyrics describe the sensation of a dark, quiet night in a narrow room where the singer is lying in bed, looking at a pattern on the wall that's created by the shadows and lights of the street outside. The pattern on the wall prompts the singer to reflect on the patterns of their own life, from birth to death, and the inevitability of following paths that can scarcely be controlled. The lyrics compare life to a rat in a maze, following a predetermined path until the end. The connection between the pattern on the wall and the patterns in the singer's life underscores the idea that life itself is a puzzle, with its own unique and intricate design.


There is a melancholic and introspective tone to the song, which is particularly emphasized through Simon's mellow vocals and the low tempo of the melody. The lyrics speak to the universal human experience of contemplating the meaning of life and our place in the world. As the song progresses, the singer recognizes that even the pattern of their life cannot be controlled in the same way they cannot control the pattern on the wall of their room, which is shrouded in darkness. The piece showcased not only Simon's songwriting ability but also his unique ear for creating musically complex songs with powerful messages.


Line by Line Meaning

The night sets softly
The evening begins to calm down


With the hush of falling leaves,
The sound of leaves dropping softly hit the ground


Casting shivering shadows
Creating shaky outlines


On the houses through the trees,
The trees and foliage provide the houses with the sights and shadows


And the light from a street lamp
The lighting from a flickering street lamp


Paints a pattern on my wall,
Forming a structured series of lines on the wall


Like the pieces of a puzzle
Voicing how similar the outlines resemble a jigsaw puzzle


Or a child's uneven scrawL
Or lines of an unsteady child's drawing


Up a narrow flight of stairs
Going up a small flight of stairs


In a narrow Little room,
Inside a cramped, tiny space


As I lie upon my bed
While I rest on my bed


In the early evening gloom.
During the dimness at the beginning of the night


Impaled on my wall
As I look closely at the wall


My eyes can dimly see
My vision is misty and unclear


The pattern of my life
A structured sequence of events that make up my life


And the puzzle that is me.
The many complex and diverse parts that form who I am


From the moment of my birth
At the time of my birth


To the instant of my death,
Till the moment I pass away


There are Patterns I must follow
There are series of events that I need to adhere to


Just as I must breathe each breath.
Much like how I need to take every breath to be alive


Like a rat in a maze
A comparison of how life feels like a maze for most people


The path before me lies,
The way I must journey lies ahead of me


And the pattern never alters
The very structure of life doesn't change


Until the rat dies.
Until the very end of life


And the pattern still remains
The structured series still exists


On the wall where darkness fell,
Empathizing how darkness complements the structured series


And it's fitting that it should,
It's only fitting that this structured representation should exist


For in darkness I must dwell.
For I am always in the midst of this dark and structured series


Like the color of my skin,
Like the tone of my skin


Or the day that I grow old,
Or the moment I age


My life is made of Patterns
The course of my very existence is structured


That can scarcely be controlled
Sequenced events that often can't be dictated




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Paul Simon

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