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1976
Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with
you again, because a vision softly creeping, left it seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked along, narrow streets of cobbled stone ‘neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar from the cold and damp, when my eyes were struck by the flash of a neon light, it split the night and touch the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people… maybe more…, people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence
Fools that I don’t know, silence like a cancer grows, hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms so that I might reach you, but my words like silent raindrops fell, echo the will of silence
And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon god they made, and the sign flashed out its warning, in the words it was forming, and the signs says the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, returning calls,
Whispered the Sound Of Silence
you again, because a vision softly creeping, left it seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked along, narrow streets of cobbled stone ‘neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar from the cold and damp, when my eyes were struck by the flash of a neon light, it split the night and touch the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people… maybe more…, people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence
Fools that I don’t know, silence like a cancer grows, hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms so that I might reach you, but my words like silent raindrops fell, echo the will of silence
And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon god they made, and the sign flashed out its warning, in the words it was forming, and the signs says the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, returning calls,
Whispered the Sound Of Silence
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