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Art Garfunkel
Art Garfunkel


Background information
Birth name Arthur Ira Garfunkel
Born November 5, 1941
Born place Forest Hills, New York, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Pop
Years active 1956—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Atco Records
Associated acts Simon & Garfunkel
Website Website



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Art Garfunkel Album


Up 'til Now (1993)
1993
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The Sound of Silence
5.
The Breakup (Simon & Garfunkel sketch)
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I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All my sorrow and pain
I'll do my crying in the rain

If I wait for cloudy skies
You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You'll never know that I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
I'll do my crying in the rain

Raindrops falling from heaven
Could never wash away my misery
But since we're not together
I'll wait for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you'll never see

Someday when my crying's done
I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain
I'll do my craing in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain

. . .


I bruise you, you bruise me
We both bruise too easily
Too easily to let it show
I love you, and that's all I know

All my plans have fallen through
All my plans depend on you
Depend on you to help them grow
I love you, and that's all I know

When the singer's gone
Let the song go on...

But the ending always comes at last
Endings always come too fast
They come too fast, but they pass to slow
I love you, and that's all I know

When the singer's gone
Let the song go on
It's a fine line between the darkness and the dawn
They say the darkest night
There's a light beyond

But the ending always comes at last
Endings always come too fast
They come too fast, but they pass too slow
I love you, and that's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know

. . .


A world of its own,
The streets where we played,
The friends on every corner were the best we ever made.
The backyards, and the school yards
And the trees that watched us grow,
The days of love when dinner time was all you had to know.
Whenever I think of yesterday,
I close my eyes and see,
That place Just Over The Brooklyn Bridge
That will always be home to me.
It'll always be home to me.

. . .

The Sound of Silence

[No lyrics]

. . .


Art Garfunkel: This is Art Garfunkel, formerly of Simon and Garfunkel. I'm here in the studio to talk about something that's very important to me. You know, a lot of people feel that when an important recording group, such as…

Paul Simon: Art?

Garfunkel: Yeah.

Simon: Let me interrupt you a minute. It's not quite serious sounding enough. Try to make it a little bit more, uhh, grave.

Garfunkel: Okay. This is Arthur Garfunkel, once of Simon and Garfunkel. One of the things that's disturbed me through the years has been people's reaction to The Breakup of Simon and Garfunkel.

Simon: Artie? Try and play a little bit more on…emphasize the word "disturbed."

Garfunkel: One of the things that has disturbed me through the years has been people's reaction to The Breakup of Simon and Garfunkel. You know, a lot of people have taken it as a comic event and have not realized that only with deep, real feelings of separate commitment can such…

Simon: I like that. I like that part about the "separate commitment."

Garfunkel: …can such a breakup actually take place. Only by two, separate individuals pursuing their own individual paths and following, what to they is, the God of their own choice can two people who were once so close end up…

Simon: Art? Art, try and work it in that I'll be doing a major college tour this fall.

Garfunkel: …who were once so close, follow two paths which are so divergent, whereby, I, for example, record material that I feel expresses my soul, and you, Paul, who are doing a major college tour (laughs) this fall… (laughs and exits studio laughing)

. . .


I 'm tired of tracing vapor trail, ghost letters in the sky
Living life in daydreams, watching precious time get by

Circle around this great big world, just chasing smoke, and never
touching ground

Like a skywriter, rebel without a cause, drifting without an aim

But I can't seem to give up this flying game
I'm a wing walker, working without a net
That's all I've ever been
And I wonder if I'm ever coming down again

Some people say I'm losing touch with harsh reality
Because I can't accept the way it is with you and me
Stop living in the past, like some old pilot from a war that
wouldn't end

Like a barnstormer, safe with my heart and wings
How could I ever fall
So serenely do I glide above it all

I'm a skywriter, I can't forget you yet
For whatever that it's worth

And sometimes I think I'm never coming back

Skywriter - I can't forget you yet
For whatever that it's worth

And sometimes I think I'm never coming back to earth.

. . .


Then Gabriel came and said to Joseph alone
"Do not be afraid to make Mary your own
But go to your betrothed and then be married
The child is Heaven sent"

And it came to pass
That there went out a decree
From Caesar Augustus
That all the world would be taxed

And each went to be taxed to his own city
So Joseph also went
With his lady innocent
With his lady innocent

The lions in the mountains
Let them pass and followed
Close by night to guard them

From Galilee to Bethlehem
She journeyed with only a donkey to ride
With Joseph walking beside
Came to David's city

While she was great with child
Through a country dark and wild
Through a country dark and wild

And on the far horizon
Rose a strange and brilliant
Star as though to guide them

. . .


Many a tear has to fall
But It's All In The Game.
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love.
You have words with him
And your future's looking dim,
But these things your hearts can rise above.

Once in a while he won't call,
But It's All In The Game.
Soon he'll be there at your side
With a sweet refrain.
And he'll kiss your lips,
And caress your waking fingertips,
And your hearts will fly away.

And he'll kiss your lips,
And caress your waking fingertips,
And your hearts will fly away,
And your hearts will fly away.
And your hearts will fly
And your hearts will fly

. . .


Don't know what to do,
Someone that I knew
Never strayed from home
When I'd leave her alone.
Now I watch the people on the street,
Fix myself a drink,
Try not to think
Of the someone I knew.
One Less Holiday
As time slips away.
And all that's left is
One Less Holiday.

. . .


I don't have plans and schemes and I don't have hopes and dreams.I don't have anything since I don't have you.I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours.I don't have anything since I don't have you.
I don't have happiness and I guess I never will ever again.When you walked out on me, in walked on misery and he's been here since then.

I don't have love to share and I don't have one who cares.I don't have anything since I don't have you.I don't have love to share and I don't have one who cares.I don't have anything since I don't have you, you, you, you…

. . .


Here we are, out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets.
Two Sleepy People
By dawn's early light,
And too much in love
To say, 'Good night.'

Here we are, in the cozy chair
Pickin' on a wishbone
From the Frigidaire,
Two Sleepy People
With nothing to say,
And too much in love to break away.

Do you remember
The nights we used to linger in the hall?
Your father didn't like me at all.
Do you remember
The reason why we married in the fall?
To rent this little nest
And get a bit of rest, well.

Here we are
Just about the same
Foggy little fella,
Drowsy little dame.
Two Sleepy People
With nothing to say
And too much in love to break away.

Two Sleepy People
By dawn's early light,
And too much in love
To say, 'Good night.'
Two Sleepy People
With nothing to say
And too much in love to break away.

Do you remember
The nights we used to linger in the hall?
Your father didn't like me at all.
Do you remember
The reasons why we married in the fall?
To rent this little nest
And get a bit of rest, well.

Here we are
Just about the same
Foggy little fella,
Drowsy little dame.
Two Sleepy People
By dawn's early light,
And too much in love
To say, 'Good night.'

. . .


Baby, I see this world has made you sad,
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say.
But, baby, I'll wipe away those bitter tears.
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into gray.

Why worry?
There should be laughter after pain,
There should be sunshine after rain,
These things have always been the same,
So why worry, now?
Why worry, now?

Baby, when I get down I turn to you,
And you make sense of what I do
And, no, it isn't hard to say.
But, baby, just when this world
Seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way.

Why worry?
There should be laughter after pain,
There should be sunshine after rain,
These things have always been the same,
So why worry, now?
Why worry, now?

Why worry?
There should be laughter after pain,
There should be sunshine after rain,
These things have always been the same,
So why worry, now?
There should be laughter after pain,
There should be sunshine after rain,
These things have always been the same,
So why worry, now?
Why worry, now?
(Why worry? Why worry, now?)
(Repeat and Fade)

. . .


All My Love's Laughter
All my love's faces
She comes in the morning
Her cloak in her arms
She's following after
The King of all Places
And your tenderest warnin'
Could bruise all her charm

But don't lose your heart
To that beautiful sinner
Who walks without shining a light
She stands in the shade
And the sun is there in her
But you'll never know til it's night

All my love's softness,
All my love's graces
She carries all things
In her tiny white glove
She hides all her lostness
In satins and laces
And everyone says
She's searching for sweet love

But don't try to hold on
To Satan's proud lady
Who stands with her flock
all alone on the hill
Her stockings are hung
And her eyes are so shady
She's winning, and you never will.

. . .


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