It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.

Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.

Then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover.

Maybe I think too much for my own good.

Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.

Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan, you don't need to be coy, Roy, just get yourself free. Hop on the bus, Gus, you don't need to discuss much, just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free.

I don't think that Simon and Garfunkel as a live act compares to Simon and Garfunkel as a studio act.