Paul Simon has this odd thing about writing the occasional elegy song: to Frank Lloyd Wright, to Rene Magritte, to John Lennon, and probably some others that aren't coming to mind right now.
When he wrote this song, almost 40 years ago, its subject was still alive and kicking, thanks -- but no more. So think of it working as a preemptive elegy.
(By the way, am I the only one who thinks that YouTube's search feature should have a default "no covers made sitting on someone's dorm bed" setting?)
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