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Album Production Coordination: ...night after night...ltd.
Original Mastered by Gerg Calbi at Sterling Sound, New York
DMM Direct Digital Mastering
Art Direction: Jeffrey Kent Ayeroff with Jeri McManus
Design: Kim Champagne
Icon courtesy of Langmuir Collection,
Peabody Museum of Salem,
Photographed by Mark Sexton
Back Cover Photograph by Gary Heery
Spacial Thanks to:
Heidi Berg
Johnny Clegg
Ian Hoblyn
Dicky Landry
Sabata Lebona
Sipho Mabuse
John Mahoney
(Synclavier Programming)
West Nskoi
Phil Ramone
Hilton Rosenthal
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-= THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE =-
Words by Paul Simon
Music by Paul Simon and Forere Motlobeloa
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the babbon heart
And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
Accordion: Forere Motloheloa
Bass: Baghiti Khumalo
Drums: Vusi Khumalo
Percussion: Marhaya Mahlangu
Recorded at Ovation Studios
Johannesburg, R.S.A.
Assistant Engeneer - Peter Thwaites
Synthesizer Guitar: Adrian Belew
Acoustic Guitar: Paul Simon
Synthesizer: Rob Mounsey
Background Vocals: Paul Simon
Recorded at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
-= GRACELAND =-
Words and Music by Paul Simon
The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National Guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and Piligrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and Piligrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
There is girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see
Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
Bass: Baghiti Khumalo
Drums: Vusi Khumalo
Percussion: Marhaya Mahlangu
Guitar: Chikapa "Ray" Phiri
Redial Steel: Demola Adepoju
Recorded at Ovation Studios
Johannesburg, R.S.A.
Assistant Engeneer - Peter Thwaites
Vocals: Paul Simon, The Everly Brothers
Background Vocals: Paul Simon
Recorded at Amigo Studios
Los Angeles, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Steven Strassman
and at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
-= I KNOW WHAT I KNOW =-
Words by Paul Simon
Music by Paul Simon and General M.D. Shirinda
She looks me over
And I guess she thought
I was all right
All right in a sort of a limited way
For an off-night
She said don't I know you
From the cinematographer's party
I said who am I
To blow against the wind
I know what I know
I'll sing what I said
We come and we go
That's a thing that I keep
In the back of my head
She said there's something about you
That really reminds me of money
She is the kind of a girl
Who could say things that
Weren't that funny
I said what does that mean
I really remind you of money
She said who am I
To blow against the wind
I know what I know
I'll sing what I said
We come and we go
That's a thing that I keep
In the back of my head
She moves so easily
All I could think of was sunlight
I said aren't you the woman
Who was recentle given a Fulbright
She said don't I know you
From the cinematographer's party
I said who am I
To blow against the wind
I know what I know
I'll sing what I said
We come and we go
That's a thing that I keep
In the back of my head
With General M.D. Shirinda and The Gaza Sisters:
Vocals: Paul Simon, The Gaza Sisters
Recorded at Ovation Studios
Johannesburg, R.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Peter Thwaites
Synclavier: Paul Simon
Recorded at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
-= GUMBOOTS =-
Words by Paul Simon
Music by Paul Simon, Jonhjor Mkhalali and Lulu Masilela
I was having this discussion
In a taxi heading downtown
Rearranging my position
On this friend of mine who had
A little bit of a breakdown
I said breakdowns come
And breakdowns go
So what are you going to do about it
That's what I'd like to know
You don't feel you could love me
But I feel you could
It was in the early morning hours
When I fell into a phone call
Believing I had supernatural powers
I slammed into a brick wall
I said hey, is this my problem?
Is this my fault?
If that's the way it's going to be
I'm going to call the whole thing to a halt
You don't feel you could love me
But I feel you could
You don't feel you could love me
But I feel you could
I was walking down the street
When I thought I heard this voice say
Say, ain't we walking down the same street together
On the very same day
I said hey Senorita that's astute
I said why don't we get together
And call ourselves an institute
You don't feel you could love me
But I feel you could
You don't feel you could love me
But I feel you could
With The Boyoyo Boys:
Accordion: Jonhjon Mkhalali
Tambourines: Lulu Masilela
Lead Guitar & Drums: Daniel Xilakazi
Drums: Petrus Manile
Saxophones: Barney Racbabane,
Mike Makhalemele, Teaspoon Ndlela
Recorded at Ovation Studious
Johannesburg, R.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Peter Thwaites
Synclavier: Paul Simon
Percussion: Ralph McDonald
Background Vocals: Diane Garisto,
Michele Cobbs and Paul Simon
Recorded at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
-= DIAMONDS ON THE SOLES OF HER SHOES =-
Words and Music by Paul Simon
Beginning by Paul Simon and Joseph Shabalala
(a-wa) O kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza
She's a rich girl
She don't try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He's a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a packet with nothing to lose
Sing Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say she's crazy
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that's one way to loose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically fogotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you've taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say Oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I'm talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And put on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say Oo oo oo
And everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
People say I'm crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that's one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Guitar: Chikapa "Ray" Phiri, Paul Simon
Bass: Baghiti Lhumalo
Drums: Isaac Mtshali
Percussion: Youssou N'dour, Babacar Faye, Assane Thiam
Trumpet: Eal Gardner
Tenor Sax: Leonard Pickett
Alto Sax: Alex Foster
Vocals: Paul Simon, Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Recorded at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engeneer - Mark Corbin
-= YOU CAN CALL ME AL =- *
Words and music by Paul Simon
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon gravevard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights is so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducket back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
Thre were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's street a strange world
Maybe it's Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Guitar: Chikapa "Ray" Phiri
Bass: Baghiti Khumalo
Drums: Isaac Mtshali
Percussion: Ralph McDonald
Synthesizer: Rob Mounsey
Six-String Electric Bass: Paul Simon
Guitar Synthesizer: Adrian Belew
Bass Sax & Baritone Sax: Ronald E. Cuber
Trumpets: John Faddis, Ronald E. Brecker,
Lewis Michael Soloff, Alan Rubin
Trombones: David W. Bargeron,
Kim Allan Cissel
Pennywhistle Solo: Morris Goldberg
Background Vocals: Paul Simon
Recorde at The Hits Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
-= UNDER AFRICAN SKIES =- *
Words and Music by Paul Simon
Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music
Was running 'round my nosery door
I said take this child, Lord
From Tucson Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won't bother you no more
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm remain
Joseph's face was as black as the night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length his days
Under African skies
Guitar: Chikapa "Ray" Phiri, Andrian Belew, Paul Simon
Bass: Baghiti Khumalo
Drums: Isaac Mtshali
Parcussion: Ralph McDonald
Recorded at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
Vocals: Paul Simon, Linda Ronstadt
Recorded at Amigo Studios
Los Angeles, U.S.A.
Assistance Engeneer - Steven Strassmen
-= HOMELESS =-
Words and Music by Paul Simon and Joseph Shabalala
Emaweni webaba
Silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Homeless, homeless
Moon light sleeping on a midnight lake
Homeless, homeless
Moon light sleeping on a midnight lake
We are homeless, we are homeless
The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
And we are homeless, homeless
The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Zio yami zio yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami amakhaza asengi bulele
Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami, angibulele amakhaza
Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami somandla angibulele mama
Zio yami, nhliziyo yami
Too loo loo, to loo loo
Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo
Too loo loo, to loo loo
Too loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo loo
Strong wind destroy our home
Many dead, tonight it could be you
Strong wind, strong wind
Many dead, tonight it could be you
And we are homeless, homeless
The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why, why?
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why, why?
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih) yitho omanqoba
Esanqoba lonke ilizwe
(ih hih ih hih ih) Yitho omanqoba (ih hih ih hih ih)
Esanqoba phakathi e England
Yitho omanqoba
Esanqoba phakathi e London
Yitho omanqoba
Esanqoba phakathi e England
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why, why?
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody sing hello, hello, hello
Somebody say ih hih ih hih ih
Somebody cry why, why, why?
Kuluman
Kulumani, Kulumani sizwe
Singenze njani
Baya jabula abasi thanda yo
Ho
With Landysmith Black Mambazo:
Laed Singer: Joseph Shabalala
Recorded at Abbay Road Studios
London, England
Assistance Engineer - Andrew Fraser
-= CRAZY LOVE, VOL. II =- *
Words and Music by Paul Simon
Fat Charlie the Archangel
Slopped into the room
He said I have no opinion about this
And I have no opinion about that
Sad as lonely little wrinkled ballon
He said well I don't claim to be happy about this, boys
And I don't seem to be happy about that
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
She says she knows about jokes
This time the joke is on me
Well, I have no opinion about that
And I have no opinion about me
Somebody could walk into this room
And say your life is on fire
It's all over the evening news
All about the fire in you life
On evening news
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
Fat Charlie the Archangel
Files for divorce
He says well this will eat up a year of my life
And then there's all that weight to be lost
She says the joke is on me
I say joke is on her
I said I have no opinon about that
Well, we'll just have to wait and confer
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
I don't want no part of his crazy love
With Stimela:
Guitar: Chikapa "Ray" Phiri
Bass: Lloyd Lelose
Drums: Isaac Mtshali
Recorded at Ovation Studios
Johannesburg, R.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Peter Thwaites
Soprano Sax: Morris Goldberg
Guitar Synthesizer: Adrian Belew
Background Vocals: Paul Simon
Recorded at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
-= THAT WAS YOUR MOTHER =-
Words and Music by Paul Simon
A long time ago, yeah
Before you was born dude
When I was still single
And life was great
I held this job as traveling salesman
That kept me moving from state to state
Well, I'm standing on the corner of Lafayette
State of Louisiana
Wondering where a city boy could go
To get a little conversation
Drink a little red wine
Catch a little bit of those Cajun girls
Dancing to Zydeco
Along come a young girl
She's pretty as a prayerbook
Sweet as an apple on Christmas Day
I said good gracious can this be my luck
If that's my praybook
Lord let us pray
Well, I'm standing on the corner of Lafayette
State of Louisiana
Wondering where a city boy could do
To get a little conversation
Drink a little red wine
Dance to the music of Clifton Chenier
The King of the Bayou
Well, that was your mother
And that was your father
Before you was born dude
When life was great
You are the burden of my generation
I sure do love you
But let's get that straight
Well, I'm standing on the corner of Lafayette
Across the street from The Public
Heading down to the Lone Star Cafe
Maybe get a little conversation
Drink a little red wine
Standing in the shadow of Clifton Chenier
Dancing the night away
With Good Rocking' Dopsie
And the Twisters:
Accordion: Anton Rubin, Sr.(Dopsie)
Drums: Alton Rubin, Jr.
Washboard: David Rubin
Bass: Alonzo Johnson
Guitar: Sherman Robertson
Saxophone: Johnny Hoyt
Recorded at Master - Track Enterprises
Crowley, Louisiana, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Miller
-= ALL AROUND THE WORLD =-
-= OR =-
-= THE MYTH OF FINGERPRINTS =-
Words and Music by Paul Simon
Over the mountain
Down in the valley
Lives a former talk-show host
Everybody knows his name
He says there's no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
I've seen them all and man
They're all the same
Well, the sun gets weary
And the sun goes down
Ever since the watermelon
And the lights come up
On the black pit town
Somebody says what's better thing to do
Well, it's not just me
And it's not just you
This is all around the world
Out in the Indian Ocean somewhere
There's a former army post
Abandoned now just like the war
And there's no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
That's what that old army post was for
Well, the sun gets bloody
And the sun goes down
Ever since the watermelon
And the lights come up
On the black pit town
Somebody says what's better thing to do
Well, it's not just me
And it's not just you
This is all around the world
Over the mountain
Down in the valley
Leaves the former talk-show host
And far and wide his name was known
He said there's no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
That's why we must learn to leave alone
With Los Lobos:
Guitar: Cezar Roras
Guitar/Accordion: David Hildago
Drums: Louie Perez
Saxophone: Steve Berlin
Bass: Conrad Lozano
Vocals: Paul Simon, David Hildago,
Cezar Roras
Recorded at Amogo Studios
Los Angeles, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Steven Strassman
Acuostic Guitar: Paul Simon
Additional Drums: Steve Gadd
Percussion: Ralph McDonald
Recorded at The Hit Factory
New York, U.S.A.
Assistant Engineer - Mark Corbin
Last-modified: Sun, 28 Apr 1996 13:14:45 GMT