“The Sound Of Silence”
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 silenceIn restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
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
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 whispered in the sounds of silence”
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Thanks, Rita, for this post.This song brings back all sorts of memories and I have a Simon and Garfunkel album, so I can listen when I feel pulled to. Still, it was powerful to hear it in conjunction with the picture of the tenement hall–and thinking of today’s media situation where so many really important issues are not spoken about.
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They did prophecy well, didn’t they? Thank you, Polly.
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Oh, thank you Rita, for a memory of Sound of Silence, and I just listened to another spiritual exercise with the same music but different words…I do not know if the picture is of the Seattle stair steps??? it looks familiar. Stay warm and Thank you for your lovely song…
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Thank you, Martina. I am sure this could be one of many stairwells in Seattle in this moment of history, but I have no idea where it is. i do love this song.
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