Sound Of Silence and whispered the sounds of silence.
(Simon & Farfunkel)
Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to
talk to you again. For the 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.
In restless dreams I walked alone through
narrow streets of cobblestone. Beneath the halo
of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold
and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by a flash
of the neon light, And split the night, and
touched 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," 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 silent raindrops fell,
Echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon
god they made. And the sign flashed out its
warning, In the words that it was forming, and
the sign said: "The words of the prophets are
written on the subway walls and tenement halls,"