The sound of silence · Simon and Garfunkel
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lam Sol
lam Do Fa Do Fa Do Fa Do lam Sol lam |
hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains with the sounds of silence in restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone, neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touch the sound of silence and in the naked light I saw ten thousand people may be more people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening people writing songs that voices never share and no one dare disturb the sound of silence fools! said I 'you do not know silence like a cancer grows' 'hear my words that I might reach you, take my arms that I might reach you' but my words like silent rain-drops fell and echoed in the wells of silence and people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made and the sign flashed out is warning in the words that I was forming and the signs said: 'the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls' and whispered in the sound of silence |
