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My Little Town Lyrics
In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps his eyes on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As i pledge aligence to the wall
Lord I recall in my little town
Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories
My mom is doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts in the dirty breeze
And after its rain there's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
Its not that the colors are there
Its just imagination we lack
Everything's the same back
In my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town...
In my little town
I never ment nothing
I was just my father's son
Saving my money dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger on a tigger of a gun
Because nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town...
I grew up believing
God keeps his eyes on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As i pledge aligence to the wall
Lord I recall in my little town
Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories
My mom is doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts in the dirty breeze
And after its rain there's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
Its not that the colors are there
Its just imagination we lack
Everything's the same back
In my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town...
I never ment nothing
I was just my father's son
Saving my money dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger on a tigger of a gun
Because nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town...
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This song must have been released when I was about 2 or 3 years old because my very earliest memories include a vision of being driven around the New England town where I was born on a winter day, and this song was playing on the radio. I remember how grey the overcase world was, how faded and old and tired everything seemed.
And that's what it reminds me of: shabby old New England towns that are lost in the dead and dying memories of the Industrial Revolution, and the glorious old factory buildings that are now contemned relics of a by-gone era. Simon and Garfunkel's last - and one of their best - songs.
Great song. Probably my favorite by Simon and Garfunkel.
The visual images stirred up by this song are very moving (yet, haunting as a statement about the death of the industrial age). . . kinda takes me back to my childhood. I love the way the whole mood turns on the trademark simon and garfunkle "mmm, mmm, mmm" which follows the lyric "i was just my father's son. . ." Musically, i absolutely love to hear this drummer (probably steve gadd). . . who builds the song up from his bass drum, yet who plays only what the song asks for. Kudos to the pianist and bassist also. And the horns and choral harmonies are awesome. One of my favs!
I grew up in Queens, NY and when this came out, I thought it fit a lot of the neighborhoods I saw in the 1970s. Even as a kid I knew that there had to be better than the apt complex where I lived in Bayside!
Its about just being a teenager edging to get out of his boring old little town. His childhood was there but the rest of his life belongs somewheres else
Bruce Springsteen's "Hometown" bookends this song.