Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M

今天有小我一世代的小弟提到 Simon & Garfunkel 勾起我無數回憶，Simon & Garfunkel 正是我對西洋音樂的初戀，高中時為了故作高尚所以要跟同學區分，大家喜歡重金屬搖滾，我就去找老歌來顯示我獨一無二的嗜好。

Simon & Garfunkel 崛起於美國最叛逆的 60 年代，現在回味 Paul Simon 寫的歌詞總是那麼簡單卻讓人感動，這一首1964 年兩人出名之前慘敗的 Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M 是我認為一直被忽略的好歌，尤其喜歡 Paul Simon 填的歌詞。

Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M

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,
I've 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.

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