Sunday, February 24, 2013

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike. They've all come to look for America.

Americans, when they're looking for America, they go to New York City. The photo, by the way, is obviously from before Muslim scum attacked the most important city in the world.

Simon and Garfunkel at Central Park in Manhattan

Simon & Garfunkel - America

"Let us be lovers,
We'll marry our fortunes together.

I've got some real estate
Here in my bag."

So we bought a pack of cigarettes,
And Mrs. Wagner's pies,
And walked off
To look for America.

"Kathy," I said,
As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now.
It took me four days
To hitchhike from Saginaw.
I've come to look for America."

Laughing on the bus,
Playing games with the faces,
She said the man in the gabardine suit
Was a spy.
I said, "Be careful,
His bow tie is really a camera."

"Toss me a cigarette,
I think there's one in my raincoat."
"We smoked the last one
An hour ago."
So I looked at the scenery,
She read her magazine;
And the moon rose over an open field.

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said,
Though I knew she was sleeping.
"I'm empty and aching and
I don't know why."

Counting the cars
On the New Jersey Turnpike.
They've all come
To look for America,
All come to look for America,
All come to look for America.


Pachelbel's canon in D Major - Romantic Modernized Version

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