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A Hazy Shade of Winter Lyrics
Time,
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.
I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life.
Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
And look around.
Leaves are brown.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life.
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Song Info
Submitted by
kevin On May 21, 2001
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My analysis is that this song deals with wasted time during "the springtime of my life". Perhaps, the point of view is of someone who is older (in the winter of their life) and is looking with some regrett on choices they made when they were younger.
@thatchinagirl, indeed. "Time time time, see what's become of me. While I look around for my possibilities."
@thatchinagirl, indeed. "Time time time, see what's become of me. While I look around for my possibilities."
"The sky is a hazy shade of winter" indicates that he is nearing the end and regrets "carrying a cup in his hand" his whole life.
"The sky is a hazy shade of winter" indicates that he is nearing the end and regrets "carrying a cup in his hand" his whole life.
It is easy to tell people to hang onto dashed hopes and dreams, but in the end, when things don't work out, you kind of just have to fake it. "Simply pretend that you can build them again."
It is easy to tell people to hang onto dashed hopes and dreams, but in the end, when things don't work out, you kind of just have to fake it. "Simply pretend that you can build them again."
Memories are all we have and m we can always rewrite...
Memories are all we have and m we can always rewrite the narrative in weaving tapestries of time, but in the end one can only hope to be remembered by others after they are gone. That is how we transcend mortality.
The narrator is a deeply cynical man growing to find some sense of meaning in his later life.
First Verse: My life is ending now, and looking back, I realize that I missed out on things I should have done because I was seeking perfect, fool-proof, failure free, guaranteed opportunities.
Verse 2: Think carefully about the goals you choose to strive for. When you hold your cup out to collect from the world, are your goals only self-serving? Because you would have a more meaningful ride through life if the things you did served to benefit humanity.
Verse 3: And in striving to serve humanity and better the world in some way, don't Give Up! If things go wrong or seem hopeless, start over even if you just have to pretend that you believe you can succeed in your goals. Start anew and recapture your sense of possibility.
4th verse: Please learn from my experience that your time will go by and you won't even notice as it's going until it's gone. So think about the things that I've said and please let this advice be the lasting mark I've made on humanity, because I am old and my time and ability to contribute to life in other meaningful ways is over.
spot on with the meaning.
spot on with the meaning.
thatchinagirl's got it right. I wanted to add I particularly like the part where Simon (who no doubt wrote it) writes a B-section which suddenly jumps to another person's inner monologue; a successful artist, who is leisurely leafing through his surfeit material, presumably having published other material; an embarassment of riches. The sense of these people inhabiting separate universes--and the ponderment as to why they do--is a profoundly sad lyrical expression. Simon is posing a spritual puzzle to the listener, challenging us to come to terms with the issue of paucity.
I just want to say that I don't think it's a jump to another person's "inner monologue" rather looking back at his life when he was young, which kind of works with the next lines "Seasons change with the scenery,Weaving time in a tapestry".
When I hear "carry your cup in your hand" I think of a man in the position of a bewildered tourist watching the scenery fly by while he cluthces onto the mundane, unable to participate fully in the reveries because of his masochistic tendency to self-edit (as suggested in verse 1). The homeless man as narrator angle never occurred to me because the lyrics are completely coherent without it.
Also, it makes no sense to suggest that someone would have to be elderly dying in order to reflect on the decisions he has made in life. If this were so, how could Simon have had this insight 40+ years ago, and still be touring today?
Well, Simon wrote another song on the same album (Old Friends) where he says "how terribly strange to be seventy".
Well, Simon wrote another song on the same album (Old Friends) where he says "how terribly strange to be seventy".
The Bangles covered it. I must say I prefer their version aswell :s ! I'm an 80s gal though - but generally the originals are far superior. I can credit the writers on their fantastic lyrics though :]
Simon lyrics are pure poetry, and logging on to this site reminds me of every beautiful song he has written. razajac, I haven't heard the B-Side, but now I really want to. It sounds very Simon-esque! Have to say that as a young fan, I can't claim to understand the emotions in a lot of his songs, and this is no exception. However, I think thatchinagirl is right about her theory.
Meh, I found the Bangles version on Youtube. Too harsh.
But the Simon and Garfunkel version is awesome, don't get me wrong...
Don't you wish they'd add an "edit comment" button?
i luh this song.