12 spår 12
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


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Snare
Finally made it to your place the other day
Was the first time since you went away
Wasn't the hard whack I was expecting
Just more of that blunt aching pain
We made small talk in the kitchen
Talking our way 'round your name
Your car in the carport, your coffee machine, your sister on the fridge
Your drums in the mezzanine
The air loaded and heavy, like something's going to break
That leaning feeling, mate

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-o-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, o-o-o-o-oh
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Thought I'd try and be useful, there was a broken chair
Headed out to the shed, the kids were cracking on your snare
Your driver bits on your workbench
All the boxes and the screws
All the sizes organised, different touch stones of you

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, o-o-o-o-oh
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

I mostly found what I needed, we know it's never what we want
Left the chair in better shape anyway
It didn't take very long
Your snare in the background still sounded the goods
The 'knives and forks draw' still making the grade
The songs and the stages and nights that we'd played
Wiped the wet from my eye and put your tools back in their place
Some things you just can't ever replace

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, o-o-o-o-oh
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, o-o-o-o-oh
Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Don't You Forget About Me
Do you remember the Roxy and the Whiskey
And the green room at the House of Blues
Going swimming in the deep cold Tahoe water, Sausalito with Pele Juju?
All those lost nights down in the changerooms
The gig at the Kelmscott fair
Singing Maralinga with your roto toms and your broken baritone?
Do you remember the Pier up at Hedland
Sleeping rough all through the tour
Setting your drums up in the dirt of the Western Desert, like a tether keeping me all good?
You always had my back for me, on you I could always count
Don't you forget about me
Don't you forget about me

All those nights spent drinking on the rooftops
All those nights spent dreaming at the stars
Winnie Red and Blue, Welcome to The Boomtown
The sweet taste of gadang guarams
Those Leeming nights washed out in yellow
All the street lights looking down
Starfish and Sisters, The Breakfast Club verbatim
You were Bender without a doubt
You always had my back for me, on you I could always count
Don't you forget about me
Don't you forget about me

Safe In The Hands of Love
The winter rain is everywhere
It fills the drains and cleans the air
Drive home into the setting sun
In my eyes, rays golden
The harrier it circles 'round, feathertips on air
Scans the ground for movement to catch you unaware
It won't let you know it's there, no second chance
I don't know why we think it would
We all cling to life, with a blind-sided grip, tight

When I make it home to you
Tired and broken, burned and used
Your open arms are where I'll be
Safe in the hands of love

Kestrel holding space and time
Aloft unmoving, that eye the sky
Winter wind it pushes sheer
Whispered voices to her ear
They sing within their ancient song
Carried forth on air
They will spirit in her movement, bringing her aware
She can't tell you why or how, no circumstance
I don't know why we think it would

When I make it home to you
Tired and broken, burned and used
Your open arms are where I'll be
Safe in the hands of love
When I make it home to you
Tired and broken, burned and used
Your open arms are where I'll be
Safe in the hands of love

Wheelspray
In the light of the wheelspray, billows over, work at play
Horizon light it, pulls me straight
My mind's eye like an angry crow, raven pictures that I can't know
Nothing more than, a trick of light
If I'm right
In the hail I walk slow, too proud and I, I should know
In the cold, I won't let it show

Rear mirror shows, full rainbow, the hunger grows, for things out beyond, my
Words, the rule of thirds, the centre blurred, friends, it's a long journey home

Raptor watching from the tallest pine, silhouette, outside of time
And I still toil for nonsense and rhyme
In the spirit of the broken tree, there's an image that I can't see
But I'm not sure it's meant for me

Rear mirror shows, full rainbow, the hunger shows, for things out beyond, my
Words, the rule of thirds, the centre blurred, oh my friends, it's a long journey home

Going Home
Floating, lifting up among the love and
Circle strong around me
Holding, trusting in the safe hands of love
Easing, the vessel that has held me thus far, tired and aching broken, afar, surrendered
looking down from above
Feel, feel me here beside you
Standing, your witness, silent, outside of view
We released you into the southern swell, grey-green blue, submerged, returned
the drum was beating low, dogs scratched and played, before we turned to go
to walk away, we cried for our losing, cried for our losing you

All you can believe
The moon and stars and sea
Bring me home
Set me free
All you can believe
The moon and stars and sea
Bring me home
Set me free
All you can believe
The moon and stars and sea
Bring me home
Set me free
It is what it is, that's what you used to say
All of the sentiment, washes it away
It is what it is, that's all that I can say
Riding in my heart, as I rise to greet the day

Troposphere
Floating up here, in the troposphere
All my anguishes, they fade away
My fingers are so cold, here in the troposphere
But I don't mind, my easy heart, it's singing
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

It's a beautiful day, here in the stratosphere
Everything out of reach, all the troubles and strife
The beauty in you, the beauty in me
Those clouds down there moving, the cerulean sea
Oh my heart swells, I sing to it now I sing to you now
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh, my arms outstretched, I'm floating in air
My love tipping down, to you on the ground
Oh my loves, this much I can tell, step out of yourselves
The way of the world is not as it seems

Breathe the light, the morning light
Tell yourself, a passenger, laugh at everything
Breathe the light, the evening light
Set yourself, a passenger, to leave all this behind

Oh, my arms outstretched, I'm floating in air
My love tipping down, to you on the ground
Oh my loves, this much I can tell, step out of yourselves
The way of the world is not as it seems

Oohh-oohh-oohh, Oohh-oohh-oohh





Floating on air, floating on air
Floating on air, floating, everywhere

Overall Meaning

In Simon & Garfunkel's song "12 Spår 12", the singer pays a visit to his/her former partner's home. The song is a reflection on the hurt, memories and sense of longing that remain after a relationship has ended. The visit stirs up all kinds of emotions in the singer, who feels a mixture of pain and nostalgia. The lyrics describe the lingering traces of the former partner's presence in the house, from the car in the carport to the coffee machine, and from the sister's photo on the fridge to the drums in the mezzanine.


As the singer tries to be useful by fixing a broken chair and rummaging through tools in the shed, they find themselves thinking about all the moments they shared with their former partner. The chorus of the song expresses the singer's sense of connection to their ex-partner, as they recall the shared experiences they had together. The verses, on the other hand, offer a glimpse into the singer's thoughts and emotions as they struggle to come to grips with the end of the relationship.


Overall, "12 Spår 12" is a poignant reflection on love, loss, and the bittersweet memories that linger long after a relationship has ended.




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Written by: Simon London

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Crissi Rich

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine

Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
And then she'll be a true love of mine

If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine

Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine



Sherlock Holmes lives.

@marysueeasteregg
Thank You, marysueeasteregg!

         You are a 'Lovely' and 'Intelligent' person!

                      Enjoy your LIFE and INTERESTS!


             Cheers -  Mike



Sherlock Holmes lives.

@marysueeasteregg
 
         Thanks for the reply 'marysueeasteregg'!

                I just feel Garfunkel was that sensitive type of poetical character who was very poetical the way he sung this song lyric / poetry, that I suppose in a way a person could believe that he is a poet in the song. His comments on the 'Wednesday Morning 3 : AM' album for ''Bleecker Street' and 'The Sound Of Silence' speak of someone much older than his literal age of being in his early 20's, although as you rightly say Paul Simon was the songwriter / poet. I have read Garfunkel's poetry, and it is not the work of just a celebrity dabbling in poetry, it is beautifully constructed stuff. Simon as I am sure you'll know marysueeasteregg, has a degree in English literature and studied law, and also as a kid boasted he had an I.Q. of 150!, which may or may not be the case, but as we all know he is 'CLEVER'! Art Garfunkel has studied architecture, has a BA in art history and an MA in mathematics, as well as being a singer, poet, actor, musician, songwriter, juggler, and avid reader and bibliophile. He even had a short career as a teacher. I have probably rambled off at a bit of a tangent! Love you reply by the way!


                        With Best Wishes!!!                             
                              Enjoy Summer!!!                                      
                                      Keep Truckin'


                             Cheers -  Mike



All comments from YouTube:

Frankincensed

The angelic, precise falsetto of Garfunkel accompanied by Simon, the lyrics, the melodies, the projection to astral planes.

Justin Francke

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kabeauregardajax

+Frankincensed Indeed. Good to know that psychotropics played a wee part in Paul's life too. You can tell.

Laurie Burke

This is my all-time favorite music! Such an exquisite pairing of the old classic ballad of "Thomas the Rhymer" with the modern song "Canticle". This song says so much about the futility of young men going off to war in the 1960's and in any time period. The evanescent notes of the museum-piece harpsichord that was played reminds of foggy, misty, magical mornings from times long ago lost and gone. Herbs and flowers--those are for remembrance, according to Ophelia. Such ethereal music with a beautiful goal: to make people think before they order younger generations into war. I hope all who listened loved this awesome piece!!!

bog hag

I absolutely love your assessment of this song. Very well said.

David Keller

Maybe my favorite album, not just of S&G. Was in the "sad", this helped me survive. Helped me grow through the gloom. Thank you. Now 68 and Happy, with a wonderful wife. Songs that redeemed a lost soul.

A340/330

Pure magic and wonderful musicianship

Stop Motion Adventure

This arrangement...so pure...so fantastic. Thank you,Simon and Garfunkel!

Olivia H.

Takes your breath away, doesn't it? :) I am completely infatuated with this song. :D

Marie Lou Brumm

Très belle mélodie, et le son Simon et Garfunkel est juste parfait 👍❤❤❤❤❤❤

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