A Simple Desultory Philippic
Simon & Garfunkel| Originale | La versione originale da "The Paul Simon Songbook" |
| A SIMPLE DESULTORY PHILIPPIC I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored. I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd. I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind. I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed. That's the hand I use, well, never mind! I been Phil Spectored, resurrected. I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered. Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay. And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce, And all my wealth won't buy me health, So I smoke a pint of tea a day. I knew a man, his brain was so small, He couldn't think of nothing at all. He's not the same as you and me. He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas, Whoever he was. The man ain't got no culture, But it's alright, ma, Everybody must get stoned. I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered. Andy Warhol, won't you please come home? I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled, Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled. I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone. | A SIMPLE DESULTORY PHILIPPIC I was Union Jacked, Kerouac'd John Birched, stopped and searched Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind I've been Ayn Randed, nearly branded Communist 'cos I'm lefthanded: That's the hand they use, well, never mind! I've been Walt Disneyed, Dis Disleyed John Lennoned, Krishna Menoned Walter Brennan punched out Cassius Clay I've heard the truth from Lenny Bruce and all my wealth won't buy me health So I smoke a pint of tea a day I knew a man his brain so small, He couldn't think of nothin' at all. He's not the same as you and me. He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talkin' about Dylan Thomas, Whoever he is. The man ain't got no culture, But it's alright, Ma, It's just sumpthin' I learned over in England. I've been James Joyced, Rolls Royced Mick Jaggered, silver daggered Andy Warhol won't you please come home? I've been mother, fathered, aunt and uncled Tom Wilsoned, Art Garfunkled Barry Kornfeld's mother's on the phone When in London, do as I do Find yourself a friendly haiku Go to sleep for ten or fifteen years |
