Posted By: Strup (Strup) on 'Poetry' Title: Duncan Date: Tue Oct 14 17:31:21 1997 Duncan by Paul Simon Couple in the next room bound to win a prize they are going at it all night long Well I'll try to get some sleep but these motel walls are cheap. Lincoln Duncan is my name and here's my song, here's my song. My father was a fisherman my mother was a fisherman's friend and I was born in a boredom and the chowder. So when I reached my prime I left my home in the Maritime Headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England. Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans I left without the money in my pocket. Oo wee as about destituted as a kid could be I wished I worn a ring so I could hock it, I'd like to hock it. A young girl in a parking lot was preaching to a crowd Singing sacred songs and reading from the bible I told her I was lost and she told me all about the pentacost In the girl I've seen the road to my survival. Just later on a very same night when I crept to her tent with the flashlight the long years of innocence ended Well she took me to the wood saying here comes something and it feels so good and I just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended Oh, Oh what a night Oh what a garden of delight even now that sweet memory lingers I was playing my guitar laying underneath the stars just thanking the lord for my fingers, for my fingers. It is a very good song text by Paul Simon. I love him. If you like this song read another poetry by Paul Simon too. Strup