He thought of himself in 1962, at fifty, when he would be old, but not quite old enough to be useless, and of the weathered, knowing doctor he would be by then, with the secret stories, the tragedies and success stacked behind him. Also stacked would be books by the thousand, for there would be a study, vast and gloomy, richly crammed with the trophies of a lifetime’s travel and thought—rare rain forest herbs, poisoned arrows, failed electrical inventions, soapstone figurines, shrunken skulls, aboriginal art. On the shelves, medical reference and meditations, certainly, but also the books that now filled the cubbyhole in the bungalow attic—the eighteenth-century poetry that had almost persuaded him he should be a landscape gardener, his third-edition Jane Austin, his Eliot and Lawrence and Wilfred Owen, the complete set of Conrad, the priceless 1783 edition of Crabbe’s The Village, his Housman, the autographed copy of Auden’s The Dance of Death. For this was the point, surely: he would be a better doctor for having read literature. What deep readings his modified sensibility might make of human suffering, of the self-destructive folly or sheer bad luck that drive men toward ill health! Birth, death, and frailty in between. Rise and fall—this was the doctor’s business, and it was literature’s too. He was thinking of the nineteenth-century novel. Broad tolerance and the long view, and inconspicuously warm heart and cool judgment; his kind of doctor would be alive to the monstrous patterns of fate, and to the vain and comic denial of the inevitable; he would press the enfeebled pulse, hear the expiring breath, feel the fevered hand begin to cool and reflect, in the manner that only literature and religion teach, on the puniness and nobility of mankind ...

(Atonement by Ian McEwan) Your (Music: Elton John, lyrics: Bernie Taupin) (1970 : Elton John)

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Bridge over Troubled Water (Simon and Garfunkel) (Written by: ) (1970 album: Bridge over Troubled Water)

When you're weary When darkness comes Feeling small And pain is all around When tears are in your eyes Like a bridge over troubled water I will dry them all I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I'm on your side I will lay me down When times get rough And friends just can't be found Sail on Silver Girl, Like a bridge over troubled water Sail on by I will lay me down Your time has come to shine Like a bridge over troubled water All your dreams are on their way I will lay me down See how they shine When you're down and out If you need a friend When you're on the street I'm sailing right behind When evening falls so hard Like a bridge over troubled water I will comfort you I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I'll take your part I will ease your mind

April Comes She Will (Simon and Garfunkel) (Written by Paul Simon) (1968 album: )

April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again

June, she´ll change her tune, In restless walks she´ll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I´ll remember. A love once new has now grown old.

I Want You (Bob Dylan) (1966 album: Blonde on Blonde)

The guilty undertaker sighs, But all their daughters put me down The lonesome organ grinder cries, 'Cause I don't think about it. The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Well, I return to the Queen of Spades Blow into my face with scorn, And talk with my chambermaid. But it's not that way, She knows that I'm not afraid I wasn't born to lose you. To look at her. I want you, I want you, She is good to me I want you so bad, And there's nothing she doesn't see. Honey, I want you. She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter. The drunken politician leaps I want you, I want you, Upon the street where mothers weep I want you so bad, And the saviors who are fast asleep, Honey, I want you. They wait for you. And I wait for them to interrupt Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit, Me drinkin' from my broken cup He spoke to me, I took his flute. And ask me to No, I wasn't very cute to him, Open up the gate for you. Was I? I want you, I want you, But I did it, though, because he lied I want you so bad, Because he took you for a ride Honey, I want you. And because time was on his side And because I . . . Now all my fathers, they've gone down I want you, I want you, True love they've been without it. I want you so bad, Honey, I want you.

Just The Way You Are (Billy Joel) (1977 album, The Stranger)

Don't go changing, to try and please me You never let me down before Don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far I took the good times, I'll take the bad times I'll take you just the way you are

Don't go trying some new fashion Don't change the color of your hair You always have my unspoken passion Although I might not seem to care

I don't want clever conversation I never want to work that hard I just want someone that I can talk to I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be The same old someone that I knew What will it take 'till you believe in me The way that I believe in you.

I said I love you, and that's forever And this I promise from the heart I could not love you any better I love you just the way you are.

T ill Tomorrow (Don McLean) (1971 album: American Pie)

What can this be - can you tell me Would you like to discover Why we're not free - to be lovers I've been wanting to ask you

Where has all the love gone And what have we become Storm clouds full of thunder Move silent as they drum

And when they're gone, we'll be fine - till tomorrow Oh I hope it won't rain You will be mine - and my sorrow Will take wings in the morning

High above the heavens A rainbow paints the sky White doves sing their of love I watch them as they fly - and wonder

What can this be - can you tell me Would you like to discover Why we're not free - to be lovers...

Longer (Dan Fogelberg) (1980 album: Phoenix)

Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean Higher than any bird ever flew Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens I've been in love with you.

Stronger than any mountain cathedral Truer than any tree ever grew Deeper than any forest primeval I am in love with you.

I'll bring fire in the winters You'll send showers in the springs We'll fly through the falls and summers With love on our wings.

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow Burning lines in the book of our lives Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow I'll be in love with you. I'll be in love with you.

Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean Higher than any bird ever flew Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens I've been in love with you I am in love with you..

I Was Only Joking (Written by Gary Grainger and Rod Stewart) (1977 album: Foot Loose and Fancy Free)

Ever since I was a kid at school Collected lovers like butterflies I messed around with all the rules Illusions of that grand first prize Apologised then realised are slowly wearing thin I'm not different after all Susy baby you were good to me Giving love unselfishly Me and the boys thought we had it But you took it all too seriously sussed I guess it had to end Valentinos all of us My dad said we looked ridiculous Now you ask me if I'm sincere But boy we broke some hearts That's the question that I always fear In and out of jobs, running free Verse seven is never clear Waging war with society But I'll tell you what you want to hear Dumb blank faces stare back at me I try to give you all you want But nothing ever changed But giving love is not my strongest point If that's the case it's pointless going on Promises made in the heat of the night I'd rather be alone Creeping home before it got too light 'Cause what I'm doing must be wrong I wasted all that precious time Pouring my heart out in a song and blamed it on the wine Owning up for prosperity For the whole damn world to see I was only joking my dear Looking for a way to hide my fear Quietly now while I turn a page What kind of fool was I Act one is over without costume change I could never win The principal would like to leave the stage Never found a compromise The crowd don't understand

Waiting on a Friend (Rolling Stones) (Written by Mick Jagger/Keith Richards) (1981 album: Tattoo You)

Watching girls go passing by It ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls go passing by The tales they tell of men I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend

A smile relieves a heart that grieves Remember what I said I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend

Don't need a whore I don't need no booze Don't need a virgin priest But I need someone I can cry to I need someone to protect Making love and breaking hearts It is a game for youth But I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend

This Song for You (Chris de Burgh) (1976 album: Spanish Train and Other Stories)

Hello darling, this is the army, I've just got the time to write, Today we attack, there's no turning back, The boys they're all ready for the fight.

Yes, I'm well but this place is like hell, They call it Passchendaele, In nineteen seventeen the war must be ending, The General said this attack will not fail;

So I'm writing down this simple little melody When you play it my love, think for me... We'll be together in this song for you, And it goes La la la ... sing it darling ... La la la...

They got old Bill and the Sergeant is still out there Wounded in some shellhole, They say this war will end all wars, Oh God I really hope it will,

Oh how's old England, are they still singing Those songs that we loved to sing, When all this is over, we'll go sailing in Dover, Catching fish like we used to with a string,

Oh I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, If they get me my love you will know... We'll always be together in this song for you...

And it goes La la la ... I have to go now... Take care of yourself my love

The Cruel War (Peter, Paul & Mary) (1962 album: Peter, Paul and Mary)

The Cruel War is raging, Johnny has to fight I want to be with him from morning to night. I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so, Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no.

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day that your Captain will call you and you must obey. Your captain will call you it grieves my heart so, Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no.

I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on, I'll pass as your comrade, as we march along. I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know. Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no.

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind I love you far better than all of mankind. I love you far better than words can e're express Won't you let me go with you? Yes, my love, yes.

Yes, My Love, Yes. Operator (Jim Croce) (1972 album: You Don’t Mess Around with Jim)

Operator, oh could you help me place And give me the number if you can find this call it You see the number on the matchbook So I can call just to tell them I'm fine is old and faded and to show She's livin' in L.A. I've overcome the blow With my best old ex-friend Ray I've learned to take it well A guy she said she knew well and I only wish my words could just sometimes hated convince myself That it just wasn't real Isn't that the way they say it goes But that's not the way it feels But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find No no no no it Thats not the way it feels So I can call just to tell them I'm fine Operator oh let's forget about this call and to show There's no one there I really wanted to I've overcome the blow talk to I've learned to take it well Thank you for your time I only wish my words could just Oh you've been so much more than convince myself kind That it just wasn't real And you can keep the dime But that's not the way it feels Isn't that the way they say it goes Operator, oh could you help me place But let's forget all that this call And give me the number if you can find 'Cause I can't read the number that you it just gave me So I can call just to tell them I'm fine There's something in my eye's and to show You know it happens every time I've overcome the blow I think about the love that I thought I've learned to take it well would save me I only wish my words could just convince myself Isn't that the way they say it goes That it just wasn't real But let's forget all that But that's not the way it feels

Aubrey (Bread) (Written by David Gates) (1972 album: Guitar Man)

And Aubrey was her name, A not so very ordinary girl or name. But who's to blame? For a love that wouldn't bloom For the hearts that never played in tune. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing, Take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a thing.

And Aubrey was her name. We triped the light and danced together to the moon, But where was June. No it never came around. If it did it never made a sound, Maybe I was absent or was listening to fast, Catching all the words, but then the meaning going past,

But God I miss the girl, And I'd go a thousand times around the world just to be Closer to her than to me.

And Aubrey was her name, I never knew her, but I loved her just the same, I loved her name. Wish that I had found the way And the reasons that would make her stay. I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest. If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.

But how I miss the girl And I'd go a million times around the world just to say She had been mine for a day.

The Last Time I Saw Her (Gordon Lightfoot) (1968 album: Did She Mention My Name)

The last time I saw her face The last time I let go of her Her eyes were bathed in starlight She walked a way into the night And her hair hung long I lost her in the misty streets The last time she spoke to me A thousand months, a thousand years Her lips were like the scented flowers When other lips will kiss her eyes Inside a rain-drenched forest A million miles beyond the moon That's where she is But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel But that was so long ago that I can The way I felt before scarcely feel And if time could heal the wounds The way I felt before I would tear the threads away And if time could heal the wounds That I might bleed some more I would tear the threads away That I might bleed some more The last time I walked with her Her laughter was the steeple bells The last time I saw her face That ring to greet the morning sun Her eyes were bathed in starlight A voice that called to everyone And she walked alone To love the ground she walked upon The last time she kissed my cheek Those were good days Her lips were like the wilted leaves Upon the autumn covered hills The last time I held her hand Resting on the frozen ground Her touch was autumn, spring and The seeds of love lie cold and still summer Beneath a battered marking stone And winter too It lies forgotten

Yesterday (The Beatles) (Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney) (1965 album: Help)

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go I don't know She wouldn't say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday

Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go I don't know She wouldn't say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday

Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday

Diamonds on The Soles of Her Shoes (Paul Simon) (1986 album: Graceland)

(a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange As if everybody would know (a-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani Exactly what I was talking about (a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza Talking about diamonds on the soles of her She's a rich girl shoes She don't try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes She makes the sign of a teaspoon He makes the sign of a wave He's a poor boy The poor boy changes clothes Empty as a pocket And puts on after-shave Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose To compensate for his ordinary shoes Sing ta na na Ta na na na And she said honey take me dancing She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes But they ended up by sleeping She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes In a doorway Diamonds on the soles of her shoes By the bodegas and the lights on Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Upper broadway Wearing diamonds on the soles of their People say she's crazy shoes She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Well that's one way to lose these And I could say oo oo oo Walking blues As if everybody here would know Diamonds on the soles of her shoes What I was talking about I mean everybody here would know She was physically forgotten exactly Then she slipped into my pocket What I was talking about With my car keys Talking about diamonds She said you've taken me for granted Because I please you People say I'm crazy Wearing these diamonds I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes Well that's one way to lose And I could say oo oo oo These walking blues As if everybody knows Diamonds on the soles of your shoes What I'm talking about

Diamonds and Rust (Joan Baez) (1975 album: Diamonds and Rust)

Well I'll be damned Temporarily lost at sea Here comes your ghost again The Madonna was yours for free But that's not unusual Yes the girl on the half-shell It's just that the moon is full Would keep you unharmed And you happened to call And here I sit Now I see you standing Hand on the telephone With brown leaves falling around Hearing a voice I'd known And snow in your hair A couple of light years ago Now you're smiling out the window Heading straight for a fall Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square As I remember your eyes Our breath comes out white clouds Were bluer than robin's eggs Mingles and hangs in the air My poetry was lousy you said Speaking strictly for me Where are you calling from? We both could have died then and there A booth in the midwest Ten years ago Now you're telling me I bought you some cufflinks You're not nostalgic You brought me something Then give me another word for it We both know what memories can bring You who are so good with words They bring diamonds and rust And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness Well you burst on the scene now Already a legend It's all come back too clearly The unwashed phenomenon Yes I loved you dearly The original vagabond And if you're offering me diamonds and You strayed into my arms rust And there you stayed I've already paid

鑽石與鐵鏽

瓊拜雅

我的老天！ 受到聖母的眷顧 你的魅影又再度出現 是的，這個女孩像蚌殼一般 但這並非不尋常 能保護你不被傷害 只因今晚滿月，你恰巧又打電話來

我坐在這兒，手持聽筒 如今，我看到你佇立在黃葉紛飛中 聽著幾個光年以前就很熟悉的聲音 髮上覆著白雪 準備再次受到傷害 你微笑著，在那可以遠眺華盛頓廣場的 小旅館窗前

依稀記得你的雙眼 你我呼出的氣如雲霧般交錯，凝結在冷 比知更鳥的蛋更藍(註) 空氣中 你說我寫得詩糟透了 對我來說 "你從那裡打電話來？" 當時氣氛凝重，彷彿能致你我於死地 "在中西部的某個電話亭"

十年前我買過袖扣送你 如今你對我說，你並不懷鄉念舊 你亦回贈了一些東西給我 那麼請你找另一個字來代替 我們都明白回憶能夠給我們什麼 你向來擅於咬文嚼字，使之曖昧難懂 它們給了我們鑽石與鐵鏽 因為現在我正需要那樣的曖昧 過去的一切都太清晰了

當你鋒芒乍現的情景，已然成了傳奇 是的，我深愛著你 彷彿令人無法逼視的自然現象 如果你又給我鑽石與鐵鏽 原本是個流浪者，你漂泊入我的臂彎 告訴你，我已付出過代價了 而你的停留，如海上的短暫迷航

Both Sides Now (Joni Mitchell) (1969 album: Clouds)

Rows and flows of angel hair I've looked at love from both sides now And ice cream castles in the air From give and take, and still somehow And feather canyons everywhere It's love's illusions I recall I've looked at clouds that way I really don't know love at all

But now they only block the sun Tears and fears and feeling proud They rain and snow on everyone To say "I love you" right out loud So many things I would have done Dreams and schemes and circus crowds But clouds got in my way I've looked at life that way I've looked at clouds from both sides now But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've From up and down, and still somehow changed It's cloud illusions I recall Well something's lost, but something's I really don't know clouds at all gained In living every day Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel I've looked at life from both sides now As ev'ry fairy tale comes real From win and lose and still somehow I've looked at love that way It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all But now it's just another show I've looked at life from both sides now You leave 'em laughing when you go From up and down, and still somehow And if you care, don't let them know It's life's illusions I recall Don't give yourself away I really don't know life at all