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The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

Paul Simon

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.
PAUL SIMON

Crime Leave Moments Time
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
PAUL SIMON

Eyes Lonely Nation Yourself
Don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.
PAUL SIMON

End Grave Result
You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.
PAUL SIMON

Humble Known Pen Place Quiet Writing Yourself
How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.
PAUL SIMON

Harmony Sing Voice Yourself
A songwriter’s supreme challenge is being complex and simple at the same time.
PAUL SIMON

Challenge Simplicity Supreme Time
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
PAUL SIMON

Silence Sound Word Writing
Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.
PAUL SIMON

Death Follow Forever Growth Music Right Yourself
People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I’m learning as I go.
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Feeling Learning Myself Old People Question
Take me. I’m an ordinary player in the key of C. And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity. Who’s gonna love you when you’re looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.
PAUL SIMON

Appearance Break Flower God Ordinary Player Vanity
I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I’m through.
PAUL SIMON

Angry Heart Jealous Myself Soul
Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.
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Believe Brick Myself Natural Power Wall
People often called us perfectionists, but we were not looking for perfection. We were looking for some kind of magic in the music.
PAUL SIMON

Kind Magic Music People Perfection
Maybe I think too much for my own good.
PAUL SIMON

Goodness Myself Thinking
All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
PAUL SIMON

Himself Lying Man Regard
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
PAUL SIMON

Chance Goodness Improvement Leave

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