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Carly Simon
1971

  Carly earned her first Grammy as Best New Artist for this album, and was nominated for Best Pop Female Vocalist for That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be
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That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be
Alone
One More Time
The Best Thing
Just A Sinner
Dan, My Fling
Another Door
Reunions
Rolling Down The Hills
The Love's Still Growing

   

That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be

Carly Simon performed before a live audience for "Good Vibrations from Central Park" which aired on ABC -Thursday, August 19, 1972.

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Lyrics by: Jacob Brackman
Music by: Carly Simon

My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
The living room is still
I walk by, no remark
I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
My mother reads her magazines
I hear her call sweet dreams
But I forgot how to dream

But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
You want to marry me, we'll marry

My friends from college they're all married now
They have their houses and their lawns
They have their silent noons
Tearful nights, angry dawns
Their children hate them for the things they're not
They hate themselves for what they are
And yet they drink, they laugh
Close the wound, hide the scar

But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
You want to marry me, we'll marry

You say we can keep our love alive
Babe, all I know is what I see
The couples cling and claw
And drown in love's debris
You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds
But soon you'll cage me on your shelf
I'll never learn to be just me first
By myself

Well O.K., it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be,
You want to marry me, we'll marry
We'll marry

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1970 Quackenbush Music Ltd. / Kensho Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

My goin' has nothing to do with you
I'm planning a trip all alone
And all I want is a room with a view
Where the sight of the sunset full blown
Makes me ache with feeling alone

And I'll think about you there
If I do some thinkin'
And I'll care about you there
As it's love I've know
It's not to leave you that I'm goin'
I'm just goin' to be alone

It seems that I'm hearing those noises again
The voices, once small, now have grown
Flashbacks keep sending me way back to when
The sounds of the waves on the stones
Make me ache with feelin' alone

And I'll think about you there
If I do some thinkin'
And I'll care about you there
As it's love I've know
It's not to leave you that I'm goin'
I'm just goin' to be alone

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1969 Quackenbush Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by Carly Simon

One more time
Play it again before you put your guitar down
My darlin', one more time
Now that you got me dreamin'
About the good times

"Come on girl"
You said to me, "Let's fly away
Follow me wherever I will go
And we won't worry about tomorrow"

One more time
Play it again before you put your guitar down
My darlin', one more time
Now that you got me dreamin'
About the good times

So things go
And so you left, and we drifted apart
Sorrow came, built in my heart a home
And now I'm thinking about tomorrow

One more time
Play it again before you put your guitar down
My darlin', one more time
Now that you got me dreamin'
About the good times.

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1971 Quackenbush Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

I was his foreigner
And he was mine
We ate on terraces
And drank the cheapest wine
And he believed in me
Down by the serpentine
How was I to know
It was the best thing
To come along for a long time

I turned the page
And saw three children with smiles
I looked to see
What I could make of the youngest child
And as she blew the candles out
She turned five
How was I to know
It was the best thing
To come along for a long time

What do the people at the end of the world do
About time? What about time?
Their secret sleeps with me

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1971 Quackenbush Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by: Mark Klingman

Today I was gonna conquer the world
Go on ahead and make a stand
Today I saw an old friend a dyin'
And as he lay there no one lent a hand
I'm gonna call you up
You'll forsake the one you love
Though I've left you many times before
You are just a sinner

I was the one who understands
You were my one and only man
I was lost, now I'm the winner
You stand there waitin' by the shore
But I don't come that way no more
Because you are just a sinner

Today I was gonna hold out my hand
Reach up for that light and let it shine
Today I have no light to guide me
Feelin' like the one they left behind
So I called you up
You left your love and took me away
Though I've left you many times before
You are just a sinner.

I am the only one, you see
You were the only one for me
I was lost, now I'm the winner
You'll keep the candle burning bright
But I won't be home tonight
Because you are just a sinner

Today I was gonna conquer the world
Go on ahead and make a stand
Today I saw an old friend a dyin'
And as he lay there, no one lent a hand

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1971 Open End Music, BMI.

Lyrics by: Jacob Brackman
Music by: Carly Simon

I said that I felt jailed up
As if our doors were nailed up
I said I needed separate places
Parties, room to move around in
I said I needed my fling
Had to get out and do some other thing
It took me months to calculate
That I had nothing left without you

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams

I thought I'd try and write you
I thought I'd try and phone you
I thought I'd try to tell you
That I smell your hair still on my pillow
But you'd just smile to please me
You'd shake your head and you'd tease me
Remind me it was I who first claimed
That we both required freedom

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams

I'd dream up schemes to meet you
I'd nonchalantly greet you
I'd ask you up for coffee
Anytime you had an hour open
You say you like my hair long
You ask me if I've written any new songs
You'd laugh, you'd turn and cross the street
And leave me dizzy with your laughter

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams

I hear you're leaving this town
You and some girl gonna travel around
You bought a car with foldback seats
You'll camp out by the lakes and forests
I lie alone in our old bed
Your laughter it's echoin' inside my head
I close my eyes, I smell your hair
It's like I haven't slept in years

Dan, my fling is all flung out
Now I've got to fall back on dreams

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1970 Quackenbush Music / Kensho Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

Some destination
A footstep in the sand
Some indication
A truth to understand
I'm going hunting
To find it if I can
But it might be just an arrow
To still some other plan

Hidden meanings and love's strange ways
Keep me looking for more and more
But all I find is that behind
Each new door is another door

Time's printed pages
Words you won't forget
Go out and try to live them
You'll be an angel yet
I'm going hunting
I think I'll win the bet
But it might end up winning me sorrow
And leaving my soul in debt

Hidden meanings and love's strange ways
Keep me looking for more and more
But all I find is that behind
Each new door is another door

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1969 Quackenbush Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

First one in the city
Wearin' all those grass stained jeans
Nothing is forgotten, everyone is pleased
Someone got his hair cut
The girls have lots to say
His friends had felt more comfortable
With it worn the other way
And I don't know if I'll see you again

Next one at the old house
Snow is on the ground
Photographs and wine are passed around
Someone toasts an absent friend
Another takes his seat
They gather round the dying fire
But the circle's not complete
And I don't know if I'll see you again

Last one by the highway
Wind blows through thin smiles
Someone made a wrong turn
Missed a joke by miles
Someone got their hair cut
A tear is in her eye
But no one even comments
Except to say, except to say
'Goodbye'
And I don't know if I'll see you again

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1969 Quackenbush Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

People who have bad times
Write hard luck songs
But when their days are green
They think about love
Sunshine, flowers in a garden
Did I bump you sir?
I'm beggin' your pardon
Have you seen such a day?
Let's begin it by startin'
And rollin' down the hills with me

People who have short hair
Write short hair songs
But when their hair gets long
They think about winding it around in daisy chains
Waitin' for the showers
Just to wash it in the rain
Have you seen such hair?
Well let the wind play
As you're rollin' down the hills with me

People who have no hills
Write songs about plains
But if that's not what you want to do
Well you can jump aboard a bus
Or boat or wooden canoe
I know just the mountain
That's been waitin' for you
To write songs about the peaks
And the beautiful views
As you're rollin' down the hills with me

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1971 Quackenbush Music, ASCAP

Lyrics & Music by: Buzzy Linhart

And I'm so high
I can't go on
Oh but I
Can sing this song

Because the love's still growing
And the love's still growing

Some folks say
That all hope is gone
But today, the world is one

Because the love's still growing
And the love's still growing

It's time to say
It's time to know
That it's O.K., that some must go

Because the love's still growing
And the love's still growing

Musicians: No Musician Info Listed

© 1971 Xeno Publications, Inc., ASCAP

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Carly Simon album LP cover
Photo: Peter Simon

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Carly Simon poster included in album
Photo: Peter Simon

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Carly Simon album LP back cover
Photo: Peter Simon

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Carly Simon debut album outtake

Photo session outtake
Photo: Peter Simon

Carly with Kris Kristofferson

Carly with Kris Kristofferson backstage
Location: Bitter End, NYC
Photo by: Peter Simon

Carly with Kris Kristofferson

Carly with Kris Kristofferson backstage
Location: Bitter End, NYC
Photos by: Peter Simon

Thanks to the following assisting musicians:


Jeff Baxter, David Bromberg, Tom Caulfield, David Givens, Paul Griffin, Gerry Jemmott, Jimmy Johnson, Mark Klingman, Buzzy Linhart, Tony Levin, Billy Mernit, Steve Merriman, Doug Rauch, Jimmy Ryan, Harvey Shapiro, John Siomos, Frank Steo, Jim Wilkins, Ed Freeman

 

String arrangements for That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be, Reunions and The Love's Still Growing: Ed Freeman

String arrangement for Alone: Pat Rebillot



Payte, Andrea, Joey, Lucy, David, Julie, Jonno, Sara, Jake, Ricky, Ellen,Vieri, John, Wendy, C.B.



Release Date: March 1971
Label: Elektra Records
Album Billboard Peak: #30
Single (That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be) Billboard Hot 100 Peak: #10 - Adult Contemporary:#6


Produced by: Eddie Kramer for Jerry Brandt/Brandtworks Records, Inc.
Production Supervisors / Jac Holzman and Keith Holzman
Mixdown Engineers: Eddie Kramer, Dave Palmer

Recorded at Electric Lady Studios ( New York City)
Cover Photography: Peter Simon
Back Cover Photo: Joel Brodsky
Art Direction & Design: Robert L. Heimall

 

Rolling Stone

Album Review ~ by Timothy Crouse Read

"When she sings, Carly sticks to the melodies, and her melodies are worth sticking to. Her phrasing does justice to her excellent lyrics.."



Circus Magazine

Kristofferson, Simon Inspire Packed Bitter End Audience

Carly Simon and Kris Kristofferson at the Bitter End in 1971Kris Kristofferson finished his two week run at the Bitter End with one of the most extraordinary nights of music that the Bleeker St. club has ever witnessed. In the audience for the first set was Paul Anka who jammed with Kristofferson. Kris also introduced a couple of incredible songwriters whom he discovered in Chicago. The first of the pair, John Prine, sang three of the most original and moving songs ever written. Steve Goodman was the other newcomer.

Also on the bill was Carly Simon whose tasteful album on Elektra has started to attract attention. Many people in the audience had come to see Carly and she was wonderfully feminine, charming and alive. Kris invited her on the stage to sing a duet of "Help Me Make It Through The Night" which turned out to be a very sexy performance. The audience for the final show included Andy Warhol and Jerry Wexler. Kristofferson's closing night, by the way, was May 24, Bob Dylan's birthday.

New York Times

Carly Simon Sings at The Bitter End ~ by Mike Jahn 05/22/71

Carly Simon is a tall girl with long, curly hair and a very special way of singing and songwriting who is appearing through Monday at the Bitter End, 147 Bleeker Street.

Miss Simon, playing guitar and piano and accompanied by Jim Ryan, bass; Andy Newmark, drums, and Paul Glanz, piano, has a lightly cutting voice that adds a breathtaking note of anguish to her generally pretty songs.

She creates a nicely pastel landscape, terraces and wine, through which old affairs wandered uncertainly. In her songs, people live on only in dreams, or else forget how to dream altogether.

Her soft features, very feminine appearance, and almost harsh voice combine with these lyrical patterns to cause in the listener a wonderful fascination and curiosity. She strikes several emotions at once and make them feel glad to be struck.

Among the songs at the Bitter End are "The Best Thing," a love song; "These Are The Good Old Days," a clever uptempo song, and Livingston Taylor's "In My Reply," which suits her well.

She is sharing the bill at the Bitter End with Kris Kristofferson, country-folk singer.

Life Magazine Music Review Carly Simon

A New Girl Tips The Balance ~ by Albert Goldman 10/08/71

Carly Simon is as tall as the King of Prussia's Potsdam grenadiers, as lanky as a corral-straddling western wrangler, as pretty as a southern parlor belle - or English rock star - and as strong and sinewy-looking as a Tanganyikan distance runner. "Big Fella" is what Kris Kristofferson, her boyfriend, calls her (wasn't that the Lone Ranger's phrase for Silver?), and Big Fella! is just what you think the first time you catch sight of this Amazon in gingham sitting cocked up on the stage of the Bitter End in Greenwich Village or the Troubadour on the Sunset Strip with a guitar strangled in her grip and a hard bare shoulder thrust into the mike and that powerful, penetrating Judy Canova voice pouring out of an enormously voluptuous mouth filled with gleaming tusk-white teeth. Those big flashing teeth are the escutcheon of the pop Brunhilde, suggesting as they do not only early vitamins and the Water Pik, expensive summer camps and plenty of equine exercise, but the cheerfully aggressive yet disarmingly modest manner of a Germaine Greerish New Girl disporting herself confidently – yet not without a certain lingering embarrassment – in the strengths and freedoms of the Age of Women’s Lib.

Indeed, what really impresses you about Carly Simon is not so much her musicianship, a journeyman’s competence with strings and chords, nor her vocal skill, a better than average endowment and aim at the listener’s ear, nor even her creativity as a writer of hit songs, the most famous of which is the endlessly repeated That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be. These things lie in the category of pleasures easily taken or relinquished without regret. What’s so attractive and compelling about Carly is simply herself as embodiment of a whole new ideal for women, a new image that begins by expunging many of the traditional differences between the sexes – including the notion that women are physically inferior to men – and goes on to dictate a directness and explicitness in the female character like that always admired and encouraged male.

 

Carly Simon levels with her audience: she doesn’t try to seduce them or overwhelm them or make them half-pity her. She looks straight out at the people and tells her story, which is mostly about sad but never tragic things – affairs ending or blue coming down or the choice offered the well-brought-up girl, between following the dictates of society into marriage or following the admonitions of her own intelligence to avoid a relationship so often productive of anger, frustration and the early death of love.

Surprisingly, for one so heroically endowed with all the advantages of the New Girl, Carly’s songs express far more weakness and vacillation – or even outright capitulation – than you would ever infer from her personal manner and appearance. She attributes the disparity to the fact that most of her writing is done in her depressed moods while her gayer moments bubble over into unrecorded fun. A more obvious explanation is the fact that many of the lyrics were written by a man, Jacob Brackman, film critic of Esquire, who Carly say reminds her of her eccentric and literary grandmother!

The other man in her life is, of course, that ramblin’ wreck from Nashville, quondam Rhodes scholar and army helicopter pilot, Kris Kristofferson. As consort to the New Girl, Kristofferson comes into focus as the Old Boy – the shambling, stammering self-made bum who always finds his rainbows in the gutter and his epiphanies in the sawdust and spittle of a barroom floor. Kris, one of the better songwriters of the present day, appears – in contrast with the athletic thrust of Carly Simon – the last thick-tongued word in dissoluteness, nodding his head smack into the mike and mumbling in a whiskeyed voice, “I sure hate to fall asleep onstage!”

So Big Fella and Old Boy make a strange pair – like Jackie Coogan and Wallace Beery – as they wander through the murk of contemporary sensibility, suggesting, among other things, that the traditional balance between the sexes is now decisively tipping, the make sinking ever lower in humorously disguised self-abasement, the female soaring up with the unwavering yet confused energy of a long-repressed majority.

Carly Simon in Levi's for Gals ad 1971

AD for Levi's for Gals in Mademoiselle Magazine 1971

The face is Mick Jagger sensual, the voice is Pete Seeger pure, but Carly’s her own kind of person, writing/singing her own lyric folk – from chart-topping “That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be” to a whole albumful of Carly Simon (Elektra). Her own kind of look – jeans, clear red / white checked ones ($12) under a healthy blue, navy-seamed skivvy ($9). Both from Levi’s for Gals.

Beauty Spot: Great manager for masses of hair like Carly’s, cleansing / conditioning Bio-Kur Shampoo

Carly Simon on the cover of Cash Box 1971

Carly Simon Her Songs Still Growing


Carly - I am a teacher at an all girl private Catholic high school. I teach theology. I often use your music to illustrate a point that I am trying to make in terms of spirituality. (i.e. Life is Eternal, The Garden, Touched by the Sun, etc.)

One of my favorite songs to use is Another Door...I'm curious about what inspired that particular song. You have a profound sense of the spiritual life...thanks for all of your inspiration.
Nomi Brouillette - White Lake, MI


I honestly don't remember which of the spiritual books I was reading at the time. It might have been Thomas Merton or some book about enlightenment that talked about passages leading to other passages and that you can hear things over and over but it's not until that light bulb goes on that you REALLY hear it and then you are able to make the next step and go to a place of greater awareness. In doing so it can be frustrating because the next door can be harder and more confusing to enter.
Carly Simon 9/15/01


Just a quick question. I think "The Love's Still Growing" is one of the most beautiful songs you've done (or ANYONE has done). I know that goes back a way! The harmonies are outstanding.

I think I remember hearing that is your voice recorded twice. Is that true? How was that done? Anyway, WHY does that fantastic song not appear on any other album? (Especially ANY of the greatest hits like the Anthology???) I really look forward to hearing from you! I hope you are doing well.
Glenn Moenich - Strongsville, Ohio


The Love's Still Growing is a Buzzy Linhardt song. Yes, my voice is doubled, tripled whatever. Buzzy's voice is also on there. He's a haunting creature. You've given me an idea. Maybe it should be on an Anthology. I guess it's one of those 'overlooked gems'. I do love it. I think I'll listen to it now. It's very out of tune you know.
Love, Carly - 1/4/03


Your song 'Reunions' reduces me to tears every single time I listen to it. Can you share with me your thoughts on what or how this song was written? It's just one on my very long list of favourites.(that and Never Been Gone..) Thanks for all the music, you're a genius.
Vicki - Sassafras, Victoria AUSTRALIA


Reunions was written by myself and my friend Billy Mernit after a summer at summer camp at our first reunion. It was always my mother's favorite song of mine. Billy Mernit was one of my favorite writers.
Love, Carly - 11/10/07


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