Small note: Paul Simon wrote all of S&G's songs. Garfunkel only sung the songs, and did a little arranging.
The Bangles cut out part of the lyric. The original had a line, "Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts/Of unpublished rhyme/ Drinking my vodka and lime." The Bangles restored that line in many of their more recent performances, including the one they recorded for their DVD. Aside from the wonderful angst, I think that missing line makes it clear that the narrator of the song is a frustrated writer or poet.
Interestingly for a song about getting old, Simon was about 27 when he wrote the song, and the Bangles weren't much older when they recorded it.
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I think (as an older person myself) this song's wonderfully empathic with the plight of that person entering the "winter of her life" and seeing that "patch of snow on the ground." Not quite Dylan Thomas' "rage against the dying of the light," but very close.
@fanofoldies
I think (as an older person myself) this song's wonderfully empathic with the plight of that person entering the "winter of her life" and seeing that "patch of snow on the ground." Not quite Dylan Thomas' "rage against the dying of the light," but very close.
Small note: Paul Simon wrote all of S&G's songs. Garfunkel only sung the songs, and did a little arranging.
The Bangles cut out part of the lyric. The original had a line, "Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts/Of unpublished rhyme/ Drinking my vodka and lime." The Bangles restored that line in many of their more recent performances, including the one they recorded for their DVD. Aside from the wonderful angst, I think that missing line makes it clear that the narrator of the song is a frustrated writer or poet.
Interestingly for a song about getting old, Simon was about 27 when he wrote the song, and the Bangles weren't much older when they recorded it.
I like both versions.
@fanofoldies I think (as an older person myself) this song's wonderfully empathic with the plight of that person entering the "winter of her life" and seeing that "patch of snow on the ground." Not quite Dylan Thomas' "rage against the dying of the light," but very close.
@fanofoldies I think (as an older person myself) this song's wonderfully empathic with the plight of that person entering the "winter of her life" and seeing that "patch of snow on the ground." Not quite Dylan Thomas' "rage against the dying of the light," but very close.