Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme Simon And Garfunkel Rar

Simon And Garfunkel The Essential Rar. Originally Released 1966 Sony Music Entertainment Inc. From: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme.

Songs on this album:
Scarborough Fair/Canticle
Patterns
Cloudy
Homeward Bound
The Big BrightGreen Pleasure Machine
The 59th StreetBridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
The Dangling Conversation
Flowers NeverBend With The Rainfall
A Simple DesultoryPhilippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)
For Emily, WheneverI May Find Her
A Poem On TheUnderground Wall
7 O'Clock News/SilentNight

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ScarboroughFair/Canticle (3:11) Read the song on which this is based!
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hillin the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow onsnow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothesthe child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of theclarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill,a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground withso many tears)
Between the salt water and the seastrand
(A soldier cleans andpolishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle ofleather
(War bellows, blazingin scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order theirsoldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch ofheather
(And to fight for acause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Patterns(2:45)
P. Simon, 1965

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl

Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me

From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath
Like a rat in a maze
The path before my lies
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies

And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell
And it's fitting that it should
For in darkness I must dwell
Like the color of my skin
Or the day that I grow old
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled

Cloudy(2:15)
P. Simon, 1966

Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging downon me
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles
I'm a raga-muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down theroad for me a while

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they'recloudy
They have no boreders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket anda lot of time to kill

Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face andbend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like a floating question why
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they are going,and, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy
Cloudy

HomewardBound (2:30)
P. Simon, 1966

I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination,mmm
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me

TheBig Bright Green Pleasure Machine (2:44)
P. Simon, 1966

Do people have a tendency to dumpon you?
Does your group have more cavitiesthan theirs?
Do all the hippies seem to get thejump on you?
Do you sleep alone when others sleepin pairs?
Well there's no need to complain
We'll eliminate your pain
We can neutralize your brain
You'll feel just fine
Now
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!

Do figures of authority just shootyou down?
Is life within the business worlda drag?
Did your boss just mention that you'dbetter shop around
To find yourself a more productivebag?
Are you worried and distressed?
Can't seem to get no rest?
Put our product to the test
You'll feel just fine
Now
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!

Crickbazz mobile. You'd better hurry up and order one
Our limited supply is very nearlygone

Do you nervously await the blows ofcruel fate?
Do your checks bounce higher thana rubber ball?
Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend'sjust a little late?
Are you looking for a way to chuckit all?
We can end your daily strife
At a reasonable price
You've seen it advertised in Life
You'll feel just fine
Now
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!

The59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (1:42)
P. Simon, 1966

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy

Hello lamppost, what'cha knowing
I've come to watch your flowers growin'
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doo-it in doo doo, feeling groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy

I got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and readyto sleep
Let the morning time drop all itspetals on me
Life I love you, all is groovy

TheDangling Conversation (2:40)
P. Simon, 1966

It's a still life water color
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtainlace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives

And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
'Can analysis be worthwhile?'
'Is the theater really dead?'
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives

FlowersNever Bend With The Rainfall (2:14)
P. Simon, 1965

Through the corridors of sleep
Past shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion
I don't know what is real
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of myillusion

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall

The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my relfection
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night withoutdirection

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall Starcraft zero clutter map download.

No matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tweenjoy and sorrow
So my fantasy
Becomes reality
And I must be what I must be andface tomorrow

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall

ASimple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)(2:12)
P. Simon, 1965

I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatledtill I'm blind
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed
That's the hand I use, well, nevermind

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered
Well, I paid all the dues I wantto pay
And I learned the truth from LennyBruce
And all of my wealth won't buy mehealth
So I smoke a pint of tea a day

I knew a man, his brain 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 unhipthat
When you say Dylan, he thinks you'retalking 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 comehome?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt anduncled
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled
I just discovered somebody's tappedmy phone

ForEmily, Whenever I May Find Her (2:04)
P. Simon, 1966

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand

And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love you

APoem On The Underground Wall (1:57)
P. Simon, 1966

The last train is nearly due
The underground is closing soon
And in the dark deserted station
Restless in anticipation
A man waits in the shadows

His restless eyes leap and scratch
At all that they can touch or catch
And hidden deep within his pocket
Safe within its silent socket
He holds a colored crayon

Now from the tunnel's stony womb
The carriage rides to meet the groom
And open wide and welcome doors
But he hesitates, and then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand

Now from his pocket quick he flashes
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single worded poem consisting
Of four letters

And his heart is laughing, screaming,pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness andbe suckled by the night

7O'Clock News/Silent Night (1:59)
P. Simon, 1966

This is the early evening editionof the news.
The recent fight in the House ofRepresentatives was over the open housing section of the Civil Rights Bill.
Brought traditional enemies togetherbut left the defenders of the measure without the votes of their strongestsupporters.
President Johnson originally proposedan outright ban covering discrimination by everyone for every type of housingbut it had no chance from the start and everyone in Congress knew it.
A compromise was painfully workedout in the House Judiciary Committee.
In Los Angeles today comedian LennyBruce died of what was believed to be an overdose of narcotics.
Bruce was 42 years old.
Dr. Martin Luther King says he doesnot intend to cancel plans for an open housing march Sunday in the Chicagosuburb of Cicero.
Cook County Sheriff Richard Oglebyasked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they wouldask the National Guard to be called out if it is held.
King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plansto return to Chicago Tuesday.
In Chicago, Richard Speck, accusedmurderer of nine student nurses, was brought before a grand jury todayfor indictment.
The nurses were found stabbed andstrangled in their Chicago apartment.
In Washington the atmosphere wastensetoday as a special subcommittee of the House Committee on Un-American Activitiescontinued its probe into anti-Viet Nam war protests.
Demonstrators were forcibly evictedfrom the hearings when they began chanting anti-war slogans.
Former Vice-President Richard Nixonsays that unless there is a substantial increase in the present war effortin Viet Nam, the U.S. should look forward to five more years of war.
In a speech before the Conventionof the Veterans of Foreign Wars in New York, Nixon also said oppositionto the war in this country is the greatest single weapon working againstthe U.S.
That's the 7 o'clock edition of thenews, good night.

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Many people have sung along with Simon and Garfunkel on their recording of Scarborough Fair/Canticle. It’s popularity reached its zenith in 1968, especially since it was featured in the movie, The Graduate, but we still hear it even on the radio today. How often have you wondered about the significance of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme repeated over and over in the song? And, just what do these herbs have to do with a fair?

Many may not realize it, but the Scarborough Fair is a traditional folk song. While it is common practice to take an old folk melody and put new lyrics over it, in this case, Simon and Garfunkel used the original lyrics and juxtaposed them with an anti-Vietnam message, a combination that worked very well, given the lyrics of the folk song.

You have to listen very closely to the song, or read the lyrics, to get a gist of its meaning, but it is about a man who makes ever-more impossible demands of his lover in order for her to prove her love, and she, in turn, makes similar demands of him.

The song says “once was a true love of mine” implying that, indeed, she fails to meet these demands. Although I will not speak to their full intention in weaving a Vietnam message into the song, Vietnam could also be seen as an impossible promise.

But what of the herbs, and the “fair?” Some have speculated that the song is about the town of Scarborough itself, and the word fair doesn’t refer to a town fair or gathering, but rather is used in an adjectival sense as in “Fair Scarborough.” However, a fair, in the Middle Ages, was also a market.

Indeed, the town of Scarborough, in its remote Yorkshire location, was the site of a large market fair, from the thirteenth century. This fair, which happened once a year, saw merchants coming together from all over the country and bringing with them a large variety of useful or even luxury goods. There would have been fabrics, animal skins, foods and cooking equipment. It makes sense that herbs and spices would have also been on display, including parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

But, why these particular herbs? Such a market would have certainly had many other herbs and seasonings, yet the song mentions just these particular ones and gives them a place of importance.
Perhaps the original lyrics weren’t meant to memorialize a love of these herbs, but some magical significance?

According to the website Songfacts, “Parsley was comfort, sage was strength, rosemary was love, and thyme was courage,” and thus these herbs “were important to the lyrics.” Perhaps these symbolic representations also made the herbs part of a love spell? The problem is that different sources assign each of these herbs different meanings. For instance, instead of the above:

• parsley: festive (this would match the atmosphere of the fair, at least)
• sage: wisdom
• rosemary:remembrance
• thyme: courage

It seems hard to justify why these particular herbs should be any more important to the song than any number of other herbs with other meanings, such as violet, for faithfulness, or myrtle for true love. As a matter of fact, there are many herbs associated with love and relationships. It is more likely that if these herbs had special associations, these associations may have changed based on place and time. Regardless, all the herbs had magical properties, themselves varied.

Parsley Magic

Parsley has been associated with an array of magical effects. It was long associated with evil and the Underworld, in fact, which doesn’t bode well for the song. However, it has also been used to ward off evil. It has been claimed that the origin of using parsley as a garnish on food was to keep the food from spoiling since spoilage was thought to be caused by evil spirits.

It has also been thought to stimulate sexual desire or “lust” as well as attracting money. This fits in well with the song.

Sage Magic

Sage has been associated with quite an array of magical powers. It ensures a long life and, if you eat enough of it every day, perhaps even immortality. It brings wisdom and protects you from the evil eye. Perhaps more fitting for the song is the belief that if you write a wish on a sage leaf, and then sleep with the leaf under your pillow for three days, the wish will come true. Apparently, though, for your wish to come true you must dream of it. If your wish does not come true, you may come to some kind of harm. To prevent this harm you must bury the sage in the ground.

Rosemary Magic

Among its array of magical powers, rosemary has significance in relationships. It is a primary ingredient in love and lust potions, incenses, etc. It clears away past negativity in relationships and negativity and worry in general. It helps prolong relationships.

Thyme Magic

Thyme can put you in touch with fairies, spirits, ancestors, and all sorts of otherworldly beings. It brings luck, peace of mind, and all around good vibrations. But, perhaps its most important use is as a love herb. It helps you find your true love. It is said that if you feed it to the person whom you are attracted to, you will know for sure if they are your one true love. This use, of all the herbs mentioned in the song, fits perfectly with what the song is about, finding true love.

All of these herbs could have various old magical uses having to do with relationships, sex, etc. Whether the uses mentioned here, or some other unknown uses are at the heart of their place of honor in the song is difficult to know, but it is almost certain that their magical and not culinary properties were the reason for their use in the song’s lyrics. The message seems to be that true love cannot be attained without overcoming great strife or adversity. There are, however, many variants to the lyrics, as would befit any medieval folk song.

These herbs are not the only familiar culinary herbs that have potent magical powers.

So, it is possible these herbs were part of a medieval love spell. But it is also possible that they are meaningless. One thing to realize is that, contrary to what you will usually read about the song, it wasn’t written originally with Scarborough fair in mind. Older versions of the song had existed, and these mentioned other fairs. It had been a popular song for traveling musicians who would perform at these fairs. The song is old enough that we can never really be sure of the exact reason for the herbs. The meaning of the rest of the lyrics, however, are fairly clear. Two bitter lovers setting impossible tasks for each other in order to prove their true love. Mentions of a “fair” is incidental and many versions of this ballad leave it out.

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Simon And Garfunkel The Essential Rar. Originally Released 1966 Sony Music Entertainment Inc. From: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme.

Songs on this album:
Scarborough Fair/Canticle
Patterns
Cloudy
Homeward Bound
The Big BrightGreen Pleasure Machine
The 59th StreetBridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
The Dangling Conversation
Flowers NeverBend With The Rainfall
A Simple DesultoryPhilippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)
For Emily, WheneverI May Find Her
A Poem On TheUnderground Wall
7 O'Clock News/SilentNight

This album has been reviewed.

Looking for the expanded edition withbonus tracks? Click here.

ScarboroughFair/Canticle (3:11) Read the song on which this is based!
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hillin the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow onsnow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothesthe child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of theclarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill,a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground withso many tears)
Between the salt water and the seastrand
(A soldier cleans andpolishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle ofleather
(War bellows, blazingin scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order theirsoldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch ofheather
(And to fight for acause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Patterns(2:45)
P. Simon, 1965

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl

Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me

From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath
Like a rat in a maze
The path before my lies
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies

And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell
And it's fitting that it should
For in darkness I must dwell
Like the color of my skin
Or the day that I grow old
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled

Cloudy(2:15)
P. Simon, 1966

Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging downon me
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles
I'm a raga-muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down theroad for me a while

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they'recloudy
They have no boreders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket anda lot of time to kill

Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face andbend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like a floating question why
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they are going,and, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy
Cloudy

HomewardBound (2:30)
P. Simon, 1966

I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination,mmm
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me

Homeward Bound
I wish I was
Homeward Bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me

TheBig Bright Green Pleasure Machine (2:44)
P. Simon, 1966

Do people have a tendency to dumpon you?
Does your group have more cavitiesthan theirs?
Do all the hippies seem to get thejump on you?
Do you sleep alone when others sleepin pairs?
Well there's no need to complain
We'll eliminate your pain
We can neutralize your brain
You'll feel just fine
Now
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!

Do figures of authority just shootyou down?
Is life within the business worlda drag?
Did your boss just mention that you'dbetter shop around
To find yourself a more productivebag?
Are you worried and distressed?
Can't seem to get no rest?
Put our product to the test
You'll feel just fine
Now
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!

Crickbazz mobile. You'd better hurry up and order one
Our limited supply is very nearlygone

Do you nervously await the blows ofcruel fate?
Do your checks bounce higher thana rubber ball?
Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend'sjust a little late?
Are you looking for a way to chuckit all?
We can end your daily strife
At a reasonable price
You've seen it advertised in Life
You'll feel just fine
Now
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!

The59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (1:42)
P. Simon, 1966

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy

Hello lamppost, what'cha knowing
I've come to watch your flowers growin'
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doo-it in doo doo, feeling groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy

I got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and readyto sleep
Let the morning time drop all itspetals on me
Life I love you, all is groovy

TheDangling Conversation (2:40)
P. Simon, 1966

It's a still life water color
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtainlace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives

And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
'Can analysis be worthwhile?'
'Is the theater really dead?'
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives

FlowersNever Bend With The Rainfall (2:14)
P. Simon, 1965

Through the corridors of sleep
Past shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion
I don't know what is real
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of myillusion

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall

The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my relfection
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night withoutdirection

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall Starcraft zero clutter map download.

No matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tweenjoy and sorrow
So my fantasy
Becomes reality
And I must be what I must be andface tomorrow

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall

ASimple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)(2:12)
P. Simon, 1965

I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatledtill I'm blind
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed
That's the hand I use, well, nevermind

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered
Well, I paid all the dues I wantto pay
And I learned the truth from LennyBruce
And all of my wealth won't buy mehealth
So I smoke a pint of tea a day

I knew a man, his brain 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 unhipthat
When you say Dylan, he thinks you'retalking 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 comehome?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt anduncled
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled
I just discovered somebody's tappedmy phone

ForEmily, Whenever I May Find Her (2:04)
P. Simon, 1966

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand

And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love you

APoem On The Underground Wall (1:57)
P. Simon, 1966

The last train is nearly due
The underground is closing soon
And in the dark deserted station
Restless in anticipation
A man waits in the shadows

His restless eyes leap and scratch
At all that they can touch or catch
And hidden deep within his pocket
Safe within its silent socket
He holds a colored crayon

Now from the tunnel's stony womb
The carriage rides to meet the groom
And open wide and welcome doors
But he hesitates, and then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand

Now from his pocket quick he flashes
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single worded poem consisting
Of four letters

And his heart is laughing, screaming,pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness andbe suckled by the night

7O'Clock News/Silent Night (1:59)
P. Simon, 1966

This is the early evening editionof the news.
The recent fight in the House ofRepresentatives was over the open housing section of the Civil Rights Bill.
Brought traditional enemies togetherbut left the defenders of the measure without the votes of their strongestsupporters.
President Johnson originally proposedan outright ban covering discrimination by everyone for every type of housingbut it had no chance from the start and everyone in Congress knew it.
A compromise was painfully workedout in the House Judiciary Committee.
In Los Angeles today comedian LennyBruce died of what was believed to be an overdose of narcotics.
Bruce was 42 years old.
Dr. Martin Luther King says he doesnot intend to cancel plans for an open housing march Sunday in the Chicagosuburb of Cicero.
Cook County Sheriff Richard Oglebyasked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they wouldask the National Guard to be called out if it is held.
King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plansto return to Chicago Tuesday.
In Chicago, Richard Speck, accusedmurderer of nine student nurses, was brought before a grand jury todayfor indictment.
The nurses were found stabbed andstrangled in their Chicago apartment.
In Washington the atmosphere wastensetoday as a special subcommittee of the House Committee on Un-American Activitiescontinued its probe into anti-Viet Nam war protests.
Demonstrators were forcibly evictedfrom the hearings when they began chanting anti-war slogans.
Former Vice-President Richard Nixonsays that unless there is a substantial increase in the present war effortin Viet Nam, the U.S. should look forward to five more years of war.
In a speech before the Conventionof the Veterans of Foreign Wars in New York, Nixon also said oppositionto the war in this country is the greatest single weapon working againstthe U.S.
That's the 7 o'clock edition of thenews, good night.

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Many people have sung along with Simon and Garfunkel on their recording of Scarborough Fair/Canticle. It’s popularity reached its zenith in 1968, especially since it was featured in the movie, The Graduate, but we still hear it even on the radio today. How often have you wondered about the significance of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme repeated over and over in the song? And, just what do these herbs have to do with a fair?

Many may not realize it, but the Scarborough Fair is a traditional folk song. While it is common practice to take an old folk melody and put new lyrics over it, in this case, Simon and Garfunkel used the original lyrics and juxtaposed them with an anti-Vietnam message, a combination that worked very well, given the lyrics of the folk song.

You have to listen very closely to the song, or read the lyrics, to get a gist of its meaning, but it is about a man who makes ever-more impossible demands of his lover in order for her to prove her love, and she, in turn, makes similar demands of him.

The song says “once was a true love of mine” implying that, indeed, she fails to meet these demands. Although I will not speak to their full intention in weaving a Vietnam message into the song, Vietnam could also be seen as an impossible promise.

But what of the herbs, and the “fair?” Some have speculated that the song is about the town of Scarborough itself, and the word fair doesn’t refer to a town fair or gathering, but rather is used in an adjectival sense as in “Fair Scarborough.” However, a fair, in the Middle Ages, was also a market.

Indeed, the town of Scarborough, in its remote Yorkshire location, was the site of a large market fair, from the thirteenth century. This fair, which happened once a year, saw merchants coming together from all over the country and bringing with them a large variety of useful or even luxury goods. There would have been fabrics, animal skins, foods and cooking equipment. It makes sense that herbs and spices would have also been on display, including parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

But, why these particular herbs? Such a market would have certainly had many other herbs and seasonings, yet the song mentions just these particular ones and gives them a place of importance.
Perhaps the original lyrics weren’t meant to memorialize a love of these herbs, but some magical significance?

According to the website Songfacts, “Parsley was comfort, sage was strength, rosemary was love, and thyme was courage,” and thus these herbs “were important to the lyrics.” Perhaps these symbolic representations also made the herbs part of a love spell? The problem is that different sources assign each of these herbs different meanings. For instance, instead of the above:

• parsley: festive (this would match the atmosphere of the fair, at least)
• sage: wisdom
• rosemary:remembrance
• thyme: courage

It seems hard to justify why these particular herbs should be any more important to the song than any number of other herbs with other meanings, such as violet, for faithfulness, or myrtle for true love. As a matter of fact, there are many herbs associated with love and relationships. It is more likely that if these herbs had special associations, these associations may have changed based on place and time. Regardless, all the herbs had magical properties, themselves varied.

Parsley Magic

Parsley has been associated with an array of magical effects. It was long associated with evil and the Underworld, in fact, which doesn’t bode well for the song. However, it has also been used to ward off evil. It has been claimed that the origin of using parsley as a garnish on food was to keep the food from spoiling since spoilage was thought to be caused by evil spirits.

It has also been thought to stimulate sexual desire or “lust” as well as attracting money. This fits in well with the song.

Sage Magic

Sage has been associated with quite an array of magical powers. It ensures a long life and, if you eat enough of it every day, perhaps even immortality. It brings wisdom and protects you from the evil eye. Perhaps more fitting for the song is the belief that if you write a wish on a sage leaf, and then sleep with the leaf under your pillow for three days, the wish will come true. Apparently, though, for your wish to come true you must dream of it. If your wish does not come true, you may come to some kind of harm. To prevent this harm you must bury the sage in the ground.

Rosemary Magic

Among its array of magical powers, rosemary has significance in relationships. It is a primary ingredient in love and lust potions, incenses, etc. It clears away past negativity in relationships and negativity and worry in general. It helps prolong relationships.

Thyme Magic

Thyme can put you in touch with fairies, spirits, ancestors, and all sorts of otherworldly beings. It brings luck, peace of mind, and all around good vibrations. But, perhaps its most important use is as a love herb. It helps you find your true love. It is said that if you feed it to the person whom you are attracted to, you will know for sure if they are your one true love. This use, of all the herbs mentioned in the song, fits perfectly with what the song is about, finding true love.

All of these herbs could have various old magical uses having to do with relationships, sex, etc. Whether the uses mentioned here, or some other unknown uses are at the heart of their place of honor in the song is difficult to know, but it is almost certain that their magical and not culinary properties were the reason for their use in the song’s lyrics. The message seems to be that true love cannot be attained without overcoming great strife or adversity. There are, however, many variants to the lyrics, as would befit any medieval folk song.

These herbs are not the only familiar culinary herbs that have potent magical powers.

So, it is possible these herbs were part of a medieval love spell. But it is also possible that they are meaningless. One thing to realize is that, contrary to what you will usually read about the song, it wasn’t written originally with Scarborough fair in mind. Older versions of the song had existed, and these mentioned other fairs. It had been a popular song for traveling musicians who would perform at these fairs. The song is old enough that we can never really be sure of the exact reason for the herbs. The meaning of the rest of the lyrics, however, are fairly clear. Two bitter lovers setting impossible tasks for each other in order to prove their true love. Mentions of a “fair” is incidental and many versions of this ballad leave it out.

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