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Current song lyrics
Hello darkness, my old friend, <br />I've come to talk with you again, <br />Because a vision softly creeping, <br />Left its seeds while I was sleeping, <br />And the vision that was planted in my brain <br />Still remains <br />Within the sound of silence. <br />In restless dreams I walked alone <br />Narrow streets of cobblestone, <br />'Neath the halo of a street lamp, <br />I turned my collar to the cold and damp <br />When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light <br />That split the night <br />And touched the sound of silence. <br /> <br />And in the naked light I saw <br />Ten thousand people, maybe more. <br />People talking without speaking, <br />People hearing without listening, <br />People writing songs that voices never share <br />And no one dare <br />Disturb the sound of silence. <br /> <br />"Fools" said I, "You do not know <br />Silence like a cancer grows. <br />Hear my words that I might teach you, <br />Take my arms that I might reach you." <br />But my words like silent raindrops fell, <br />And echoed <br />In the wells of silence <br /> <br />And the people bowed and prayed <br />To the neon god they made. <br />And the sign flashed out its warning, <br />In the words that it was forming. <br />And the sign said, "The words of the prophets <br />are written on the subway walls <br />And tenement halls." <br />And whisper'd in the sounds of silence. <br /> <br /> <br />- Paul Simon - <br />"Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964
New song lyrics
Hello darkness, my old friend, <br />I've come to talk with you again, <br />Because a vision softly creeping, <br />Left its seeds while I was sleeping, <br />And the vision that was planted in my brain <br />Still remains <br />Within the sound of silence. <br />In restless dreams I walked alone <br />Narrow streets of cobblestone, <br />'Neath the halo of a street lamp, <br />I turned my collar to the cold and damp <br />When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light <br />That split the night <br />And touched the sound of silence. <br /> <br />And in the naked light I saw <br />Ten thousand people, maybe more. <br />People talking without speaking, <br />People hearing without listening, <br />People writing songs that voices never share <br />And no one dare <br />Disturb the sound of silence. <br /> <br />"Fools" said I, "You do not know <br />Silence like a cancer grows. <br />Hear my words that I might teach you, <br />Take my arms that I might reach you." <br />But my words like silent raindrops fell, <br />And echoed <br />In the wells of silence <br /> <br />And the people bowed and prayed <br />To the neon god they made. <br />And the sign flashed out its warning, <br />In the words that it was forming. <br />And the sign said, "The words of the prophets <br />are written on the subway walls <br />And tenement halls." <br />And whisper'd in the sounds of silence. <br /> <br /> <br />- Paul Simon - <br />"Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964
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