Sounds of Silence - Simon & Garfunkle

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 -
within the sound of silence.

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 touched the sound of silence.

ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking -
people hearing without listening -

and no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words, like silent raindrops,
fell and echoed - in the wells of silence

to the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming.

"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls" -
and whisper'd in the sounds of silence...

Labels: Music, Social Justice
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