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Rock Lyrics Vol. 10 – Wednesday Morning 3 AM

In the Weekday series of posts, I did Monday here, Tuesday here and now it’s Wednesday, or Hump Day as it is widely known. And that’s about all it’s known for. Kind of a lost day, like Tuesday. Just another day to get through, towards the weekend.

I’m changing up the rhythm on this day. Going with an acoustic ballad about life gone bad and a lost love. We’re travelling way back to October 1964 with the Simon & Garfunkel debut album Wednesday Morning 3 A.M. It got lost in the mayhem that was Beatlemania and was re-released in January 1966 to capitalize on their smash hit The Sounds Of Silence.

Lay back, close your eyes, and listen to the harmonies. And read the lyrics too. 🙂

Wednesday Morning 3 A.M.

Simon & Garfunkel

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
And her hair, in a fine mist floats on my pillow
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

She is soft, she is warm but my heart remains heavy
And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall
For I know with the first light of dawn I’ll be leaving
And tonight will be all I have left to recall

Oh, what have I done? Why have I done it?
I’ve committed a crime, broken the law
For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store

My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
A scene badly written in which I must play
Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me
The morning is just a few hours away


Live Long And Prosper

Rock Lyrics Vol. 5 – Real Life

It would have been 1978 or 1979 when my wife and I were taking an evening stroll across the University of Western Ontario (Western University) campus in London, Ontario, when someone I knew (and I forget who) asked us if we wanted two tickets to the Harry Chapin concert that night. We said “Sure!”

That was when we still had our lives ahead of us, great hopes and dreams. It was a good concert. I can still picture him up on stage, sitting on a chair with his guitar on his knee.

A short two years later, July 1981, he was killed in a car accident (or, died of a heart attack before the crash – that was undetermined) while driving across a bridge on the Long Island Expressway. It was a shock. I still get shivers when I hear this song.

This is real life.



Harry Chapin

“It was raining hard in ‘Frisco,
I needed one more fare to make my night.
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down,
She got in at the light.

Oh, where you going to, my lady blue,
It’s a shame you ruined your gown in the rain.
She just looked out the window, she said
“Sixteen Parkside Lane”.

Something about her was familiar
I could swear I’d seen her face before,
But she said, “I’m sure you’re mistaken”
And she didn’t say anything more.

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror,
And she glanced at the license for my name.
A smile seemed to come to her slowly,
It was a sad smile, just the same.
And she said, “How are you Harry?”
I said, “How are you Sue?
Through the too many miles
and the too little smiles
I still remember you.”

It was somewhere in a fairy tale,
I used to take her home in my car.
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge,
The lesson hadn’t gone too far.
You see, she was gonna be an actress,
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off to find the sky.

Oh, I’ve got something inside me,
To drive a princess blind.
There’s a wild man, wizard,
He’s hiding in me, illuminating my mind.
Oh, I’ve got something inside me,
Not what my life’s about,
Cause I’ve been letting my outside tide me,
Over ’till my time, runs out.

Baby’s so high that she’s skying,
Yes she’s flying, afraid to fall.
I’ll tell you why baby’s crying,
Cause she’s dying, aren’t we all.

There was not much more for us to talk about,
Whatever we had once was gone.
So I turned my cab into the driveway,
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns.
And she said we must get together,
But I knew it’d never be arranged.
And she handed me twenty dollars,
For a two fifty fare, she said
“Harry, keep the change.”
Well another man might have been angry,
And another man might have been hurt,
But another man never would have let her go…
I stashed the bill in my shirt.

And she walked away in silence,
It’s strange, how you never know,
But we’d both gotten what we’d asked for,
Such a long, long time ago.

You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off for the sky.
And here, she’s acting happy,
Inside her handsome home.
And me, I’m flying in my taxi,
Taking tips, and getting stoned,
I go flying so high, when I’m stoned.”


Live Long And Prosper.


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