Paul Simon Kind of Mood

An image burned into my eyes from countless Sunday drives.

Paul Simon Kind of Mood

It’s late in the evening, and the music’s seeping through.

When I was a small boy, my family would take Sunday drives, and we would inevitably listen to either Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits or the Saturday Night Fever Soundtrack on our little treks around town. If I had a choice, I always picked Simon and Garfunkel. I didn’t know what folk music was. I didn’t understand the melodies or even the simplicity of two-part harmony and an acoustic guitar. I just liked the songs.

I was listening to Simon and Garfunkel’s Old Friends Live On Stage on Spotify this week, and I was struck by how the lyrics of these songs I grew up with have started to resonate with me at such a late date. Perhaps I needed to do a bit of living myself first or have a few heartbreaking moments for the tumblers to click. Case in point, “Leaves That Are Green” has this gem:

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl
 I held her close, but she faded in the night
 Like a poem I meant to write
 And the leaves that are green turned to brown
 And they wither with the wind
 And they crumble in your hand

An image burned into my eyes from countless Sunday drives.

I hadn’t heard that particular song before, but the lyrics had so much meaning for me personally. Of course, even though I’ve been happily married for years, I immediately thought of past girlfriends. “I am a Rock,” tells the story better:

I have my books
 And my poetry to protect me
 I am shielded in my armor
 Hiding in my room
 Safe within my womb
 I touch no one and no one touches me.
 I am a rock
 I am an island
 And a rock feels no pain
 And an island never cries.

An image burned into my eyes from countless Sunday drives.

I was savvy enough in my younger days to get the analogy there. Moreover, I was surprised at the lyrics for “American Tune” affecting me as strongly as they did when I heard it for the first time in a long time through my headphones. It starts with:

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
 And many times confused
 Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
 And certainly misused

It’s such a lovely melody, and the song flows when Art Garfunkel sings it. I’m smart enough to see the universal themes in the music and the lyrics, but good writing has the strength to mean the same thing and several things to a wide audience. I have no idea how you view the lyrics, but to me, it speaks of my past relationships, choices, and events.

In my past, I’ve had good things just out of reach, so I was smiling at the familiar “Slip Slidin’ Away” telling me:

You know the nearer your destination
 The more you’re slip slidin’ away

There’s more if I look deep enough. More to make me happy or sad, wistful or hopeful. I’m sure I could have done the same thing with Lennon/McCartney songs. However, today it was a Paul Simon kind of mood, and it’s late in the evening, and the music’s seeping through.

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