The Sound of Silince-Gregorians

 

 

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
Within the sound 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 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 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 teach you,   Take my arms that I might reach you.'
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And 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.'
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence

 

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