The Last Train Is Nearly due
The Underground IS closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station, Restless
in advance ,
A man waits in the shadows.
His restless eyes leap and snatch,
At all optometrist Cdn touch gold wrestling
Hidden Deep Within And His Pockets,
Safe Within icts silent socket, He Holds
a colored pencil. [...]
Art Garfunkel tells how, at the end of a photo shoot in New York City subway to illustrate the cover of the album "Wednesday Morning 3 AM , "he saw on the wall facing the subway which had been made shots, graffiti directly suggestive, in the style of taggers New York, including a 4-letter word (F ...) very explicitly shown. Naturally, the "Columbia" which produced this album has ensured that the graffiti does not appear on the cover, but the incident inspired Paul Simon this song, found on several albums (including " Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme "and" The Very Best Of Art Garfunkel Across America ).
The pace of this song still retains the excitement and fear that animate the spirit of "graffiti artist" getting ready to affix his mark on subway posters. The text plays on an element of mystery and anticipation, but also an allegory "matrix", comparing the arrival of the subway train in childbirth, the subway itself to the child who appears well on the Assistant husband at work, then the leak of "graffiti " as "head" by night who aspires to the "womb" of the penumbra.
A Poem on the Subway Walls
This is the ultimate train set, and
The subway will soon close
And in the station deserted
anticipation stirred
He waits in the shadows
His keen eye lands on
Anything seized or captured
And in the pocket of his coat
Hidden deep in his sleeve
He holds a colored chalk Now the tunnel
birth
And the train approach promised
doors welcoming the aspiring
But he hesitated, and withdrew
Later in the penumbra
Suddenly, the train left here
In a nice knock
Although chanted as a litany
He shakes like a rosary blessed
His chalk in his hand
Then from his pocket, chalk on the wall emerges
trace In full with energy
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A poem of one word, five letters A limited
His heart laughs, cries her heart, her heart leapt
And his poem on the tracks, sounds
Sub signal 'exit shining
His legs prevail and he fled
Towards the heart of darkness, as suckled by the night.
(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)
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