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Rating: There are albums that can be listened to at dusk, only in that window of time can their music leave something within you. "Scissors Cut" is precisely one of these, a typical Art Garfunkel album, therefore a soft and delicate record, never intrusive. A record in which even some imperfections among the grooves, some scratches, add their contribution.
Garfunkel’s solo career is for the most part overlooked, a crystal voice at the service of transparent, balanced, clean music. But his production doesn’t pale at all when compared to that of his famous partner Simon; it is different, more personal, and much more traditionally American, indeed New Yorkish. There is that flavor of standards, of smoky music clubs where one finds themselves almost at dawn in the songs. A musical vision that penalized Art by not granting him more hits, but listened to at the appropriate moments, his records reveal themselves to be perfect, not frequent listens but savored over time, moving the needle from one groove to another.
"Scissors Cut" is from 1981, marginal before the reunion with Simon at Central Park. "A Heart in New York" is magnificent, perhaps this song alone is enough, the rest flows by until the duet with old friend Paul on "In Cars", a black and white design, inside the sleeve a young Art at school, military. On the back cover, a color photo of a girl of whom you can see only part of the smile, it’s Laurie Bird. Art’s secret love who died by suicide a few years earlier.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Scissors Cut (03:49)
If they ever drop the bomb you said,
I'll find you in the flames
But now we act like people
Who don't know each other's names.
Well, sometimes it makes me sad, you know.
Sometimes it makes me smile.
'Cause you know how the game goes, honey.
We all eat it once in awhile.
Scissors cut, paper covers rock
Breaks the shining scissor
You hurt me
I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her
Now, I look around at people
Playing children's games.
And I wonder if you're still thinking
You might find me somewhere in the flames.
Scissors cut, paper covers rock
Breaks the shining scissor
You hurt me
I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her
06 Bright Eyes (03:55)
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
bright eyes.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
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