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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Acoustic Guitar
Forere Motloheloa
Forere Motloheloa
Accordion
Bakithi Kumalo
Bakithi Kumalo
Bass Guitar
Vusi Khumalo
Vusi Khumalo
Drums
Makhaya Mahlangu
Makhaya Mahlangu
Percussion
Adrian Belew
Adrian Belew
Guitar Synthesizer
Rob Mounsey
Rob Mounsey
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Songwriter
Forere Motloheloa
Forere Motloheloa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Producer
Roy Halee
Roy Halee
Engineer
Peter Thwaites
Peter Thwaites
Assistant Engineer
Cobrin
Cobrin
Assistant Engineer

Tekst Utworu

A slow day and the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light, a shattering of shop windows The bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder So don't cry, baby, don't cry Don't cry A dry wind swept across the desert And it curled into the circle of birth And the dead sand was falling on the children The mothers and the fathers and the automatic earth These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera just follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder So don't cry, baby, don't cry Don't cry These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder So don't cry, baby, don't cry Don't cry It's a turn-around jump shot, it's everybody jump start It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts Medicine is magical and magical is art The boy in the bubble, the baby with the baboon heart These are the days of lasers in the jungle Lasers in the jungle somewhere Staccato signals of constant information A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires, and baby These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way the camera just finds us all The way we look, the way we look These are the days of miracle and wonder So don't cry, baby, don't cry Don't cry, don't cry Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (whoa) Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (whoa) Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (whoa) Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (whoa) Steve Shehan, ladies and gentlemen Jamey Haddad Steve Gadd
Writer(s): Paul Simon, Forere Motloheloa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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