P.Simon & Art Garfunkel
Hello darkness my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping.
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain.
Still remains within the sounds of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone.
Narrow streets of cobble stone, Neath the halo of a street lamp.
I turn my colar to the cold and damp.
When my eyes where stabbed by the flash
Of the neon light that split the night.
And touched the sounds 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 share.
And no one dare disturb the sounds of silence.
“Fools!” Said I “You do not know 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 silence raindrops fell.
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed. To the neop god they made.
And the sign flashed out it’s warning
In the words that is forming, and the sings said the words
Of the prophets are written on the subway walls.
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence.