the sound of silence
[paul simon]

hello darkness my old friend
ive come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping
left its seed while i was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains with in the sound of silence

in restless dreams i walked alone
norrow streets of cobble stone
'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
they split the night and touched the sound of silence

and int he naked light i saw
then thousand people maybe more
people talking with out speaking
people hearing with out listening
people writing sonds that voices never share
and no one dares 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 then 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 inthe sound of silence