A cryptic message

In the end – what really counts? Intentions or actions? Or this, hidden messages in songs posted on a blog? S&G to soothe the soul right now.

When you’re down and out,
When you’re on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
I’ll take your part.
…
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

In the end, we turn to the incredible cheesiness of ancient songs. Because silence isn’t always possible. Even if desirable. And how sometimes you use the most public of ways to express something intensely personal. // End of cryptic post.

At some point, while watching the video, I was struck by how big Art Garfunkel’s mouth is. And how you can see the inside of his mouth when he takes those absurdly high notes. It’s like a baby shark. Just teething or something.