losing love is like a window in your heart...

Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody sees the wind blow,

Starting 2011 with a guitar in my hands.. singing Graceland..
Lots of meanings in this song.. love the way Paul Simon talks about his personal daemons with such tranquility..

The music in this record is among the greatest recorded in the 80's...

The South African musicians he worked with are simply superb...

Giving credit to them..

Ray Phiri on guitar
Bakithi Kumalo on bass
Vusi Khumalo on drums
Makhaya Mahlangu on percussion

.. and Simon's own childhood heroes ... the Everly Brothers providing backing vocals...

Going to Graceland is a metaphor .. a metaphor for the old belief that maybe taking one chance will suddenly give some sort of reason to life..




The Mississippi delta was shining like a national guitar
I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the civil war

I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
poor boys and pilgrims and families
we are all going to Graceland..

My traveling companion is nine years old
He's the child of my first marriage

But I got a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As If I didn't know that
As If I didn't know my own bed..
As If I never notice the way she brush her head from her forehead,.

She said losing love is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees your blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow..

I'm going to Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims and families
we all are going to Graceland..

My traveling companions
are ghosts and empty sockets..
I am looking at ghosts and empties
But I got a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland

There's a girl in New York City
She calls herself the human trampoline
sometimes when I am falling flying, tumbling in turmoil
I say wow so this is what she means
She means we are bouncing into Graceland

And I see losing love is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees your blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow..

in Graceland, in Graceland..
For reasons I cannot explain there's some a part of me that want s see Graceland.

And I maybe am blind to defend every love every ending or maybe there's no obligations now..
Maybe I have a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland..

In Graceland.. In Graceland..