Night Game
There were two men down
And the score was tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died
And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uniform was torn
And his number was left on the ground
Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than the teams
There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost
Guitarra eléctrica: Paul Simon
Bajo: Tony Levin
Batería: Winston Gernnan
Harmonica: Toots Thielmans
© 1975 Paul Simon (BMI)
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Comentarios: Sobre esta canción comentó Simon: "...trata del ritual de la muerte, como en los tiempos de los romanos, cuando enviaba a la gente a luchar hasta la muerte en la arena ...y esto tenía un efecto catártico sobre el público. Bueno, en nuestros días no se mata a la gente en los estadios...pero son herederos de aquellas arenas y de aquellos juegos. De eso trata la canción, de la muerte y de rituales de la muerte."
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