Richard Cory
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


They say that Richard Cory
Owns one half of this whole town
With political connections
To spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace, and style

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

The papers print his picture
Almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties
And the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy
With everything he's got

But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity
He had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage
And they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evening headlines read
"Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head"

But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

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Written by: Paul Simon

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Greek Gold

Richard Cory
BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.



Tom Fields

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.


- Edward Arlington Robinson, 1897



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Leah

When I was little, my mom would put this album on for me almost every day. This was probably my favorite song in the album. I was fully aware of what was happening in the song, yet it never spooked me. I appreciate this song so much for teaching me real life lessons at such a young age in such a frank but eloquent manner.

Cindy Ray

THATS AWESOME

a

@The Yanezlings Wow that's quite a supposition. I think it was for the same reason the most peculiar man killed himself, that people flocked to Richard Cory because he had money and could take advantage of all of it, but who really saw him, as a person, and cared about that person? The rich can be just as lonely and desperate as a poor person, only worse because they have to put on a good front.

Bo McGillacutty

Beats Church. My big brother explained it to me when I was little. Albums often played.

Well Then

littlereli shaking and cring right now

Lennard Passarge

Thanks to the Them! (The Band „Them“ mit Simon and Garfunkel xD)

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Claude LeBel

So much suffering hiding behind our facades. Truth vs appearances.

Frank Williamson

He still wants to be the Richard Cory that put a bullet thru his head.  That's cursing the life you are living for sure.

Anna Barker

Even after three years I still want to be Richard cory, dead and done.

You Sexy Thing You

@Fabulous Metrocop A lot of people, myself included, see others' lives only from the outside in. You think because of people's wealth, status, beauty, relationships, etc., they are far more joyful inside than you are when you are battling depression. You see the outward things that you believe you would love to have that you don't have and they do. The truth is, those people may be struggling with depression far deeper than your own or maybe they really are as joyful as you imagine. Like Brother Chuck Berry sang, you never can tell.

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