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.


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