I Am A Rock

I am perhaps more familiar with the music of Simon and Garfunkel than I had thought I was.

Their records have been played in my house for years and years, and like the music of all the other “oldie” bands, I never really payed much attention to them, much less learned to appreciate them.

I could remember random parts of the lyrics, but I was never sure which words came in where.

But you know, over the past year I have kind of taken a liking to oldish music. (Anything before the 1990’s is old to me!)

I must say, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel are amazing lyricists.

One of my favourite S&G songs –

I Am A Rock

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
Well, I’ve heard the word before.
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

“The loneliest people in the world are those that cannot share their loneliness, through fear, pride or anger. And the ache builds walls, fear populates their dreams and pride is then the jailer of the soul.”

A rock feels no pain. An island never cries.


It reminds me of The Fragile,
“We’ll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I’ll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side”

For the wierdest reasons, I have a fascination for songs with themes of isolation and solitary confinement (um, not the prison punishment kind).

I’m not all closed-up-and-keep-things-bottled kind myself, in fact I readily open up to a few people, but sometimes it feels nice to pretend you don’t have to bother about things.

Wierdly, it also feels nice to pretend to be angry at the world once in a while.

Nothing to do with being immatured and being pissed at everything.

It’s a bit like (for a short while) blaming something else for the wrongs in your life, pretend it’s not all your fault, feel better in the process of it, and when it’s all done, take back all your responsibilities and continue life where you left off.

You’d probably handle things better, without feeling too upset and worthless.

Anyway. Go listen to the song, download it, it’s especially lovely when they get to the end.

(By the way, in case I sound emo-ish, I jolly well am not. Sometimes music makes you feel things that you don’t understand the what’s and why’s. That’s the beauty of it.)

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