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Simon and Garfunkel : Wednesday Morning, 3 AM
1964

  1. Bleecker Street
    +1
  2. Sparrow
    +1
  3. He Was My Brother
    +1
  4. The Sun Is Burning
  5. Wednesday Morning, 3 AM
    +1

Bleecker Street

Capo:
IX
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G
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D/f#
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C
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G
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G
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G
D/f#
C
G
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Am
/g
D/f#
G
Em
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
B7
C
Fills the alleys where men sleep
G
D/f#
Em
/f#
G
Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street The poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street Heard a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Canaan On Bleecker Street

Sparrow

Capo:
III
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Em/c#
/d
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/g
/c#
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/d
/g
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/c#
/d
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/g
/c#
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/d
/e
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Em
D
Who will love a little Sparrow?
C
D
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
Em
A
"Not I," said the oak tree
D
Bm
A
"I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest
D
Bm
A
Em
And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast" Who will love a little Sparrow And who will speak a kindly word? "Not I," said the Swan "The entire idea is utterly absurd I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other Swans heard" Who will take pity in his heart And who will feed a starving sparrow? "Not I," said the Golden Wheat "I would if I could but I cannot I know I need all my grain to prosper and grow" Who will love a little Sparrow? Will no one write her eulogy? "I will," said the Earth "For all I've created returns unto me From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be"

He Was My Brother

Capo:
I
D
C
D
Bm
He was my brother
G
G
A
Five years older than I
D
C
D
Bm
He was my brother
G
A
C
Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom rider They cursed my brother to his face Go home, outsider Mississippi's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead
G
A
Bm
Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears can't bring him back to me He was my brother
G
A
D
Bm
And he died so his brothers could be free, oh God
G
A
D
C
He died so his brothers could be free
D
D/f#

The Sun Is Burning

G
C
D
G
C
G
G
C
G
The sun is burning in the sky
C
D
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
G
D/f#
Em
In the park, the lazy bees
C
Are droning in the flowers among the trees
G
C
G
And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the west Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holding hands and waiting for the dark And the sun is in the west Now the sun is sinking low Children play and know it's time to go High above, a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness anger pain and fear Twisted, sightless wrecks of men Go groping on their knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared

Wednesday Morning, 3 AM

Capo:
IV
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D
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Em
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D
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D
Bm/f#
G
F#m
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
D
Em
A
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
D
Bm/f#
G
F#m
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
D
Em
G
A
D
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight |
Em
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D
| % | % | % | 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
Dsus4
D
Bm/f#
G
F#m
Oh, what have I done? Why have I done it?
D
Em
A
I've committed a crime, I've broken the law
D
Bm/f#
G
F#m
For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver
D
Em
G
A
D
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
G
A
D
Em
D
The morning is just a few hours away