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Paul Simon

Far above the golden clouds, the darkness vibrates. The earth is blue. And everything about it is a love song. Everything about it.
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Cloud Darkness Earth Gold Love Song Vibration
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
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Chance Goodness Improvement Leave
One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor.
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Floor Man Oneself
If you’ll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.
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Body Friendship Guard Myself
I don’t feel any pressure from fans. But I’m always in some kind of state of emotional turmoil. I would not describe myself as happy-go-lucky. That’s not to say that I’m not happy.
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Description Fans Feeling Happiness Myself Pressure State
The record company stay out of my way. Whenever the record is finished, they take it.
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Company Finish Myself Record Stay
I don’t very often think I’ve done a good job. I don’t like the majority of what I do. I shouldn’t say I don’t like it, but I’m not satisfied with almost everything that I do.
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Goodness Majority Myself Satisfaction Thinking
I don’t know what I’m going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can’t see around the bend and you don’t know where you are going to go, which is fun.
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Beginning Known See Writing Yourself
I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.
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Arrange Artist Element Live Myself
The dialogue between what’s going on in the world and what’s going on internally seems to be a natural thing – well, it’s natural to me, anyway, to have these thoughts.
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Myself Natural Thinking World
Who am I to blow against the wind?
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Blow Myself Wind
All God requires from us is to enjoy life and love. That’s the whole point.
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Enjoyment God Love Point Requirement
Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.
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Burst Glory Song Sound
And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we’ve lost.
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Lost Measurement Note Place Reading
When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all.
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Learning Myself Thinking Wonder
There’s something about the sound of a train that’s very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.
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Hope Nostalgia Romantic Sound Training
There are two sorts of people in the world: Those who listen and those who are thinking about what they are going to say next.
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People Silence Talk Thinking
And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’
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Feeling Herself Lose Love Window
I regret the ending of our friendship and hope one day before we die, we’ll make peace with each other . . . No rush.
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Death Each Other Friendship Hope Peace Regret
Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.
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Mystery Simplicity
I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.
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Day Myself Self Love Smile
It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.
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Age Time
So I’ll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.
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End Flower Life Myself Pretend Rain
I met my old lover on the street last night. She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled. Then we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers, still crazy after all these years.
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Crazy Happiness Lover Old Ourselves Time
We had many more points of agreement than we had points of difference, but we did differ, and the bigger we got, the more insistent we got that each one of us should have his way.
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Agreement Difference Oneself Point Way
When I first heard Elvis perform “Bridge Over Trouble Water” it was unbelivable,and I thought to myself, how the hell can I compete with that?
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Impossible Music Myself Song
I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me.
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Home Myself Winter

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