Sounds of Silence Paul Simon
H[Am]ello darkness my old fri[G]end,
In restless dreams I walked alone,
And in the naked light I saw
"Fools!" said I, "you do not know,
And the people bowed and prayed
I've come to talk with you ag[Am]ain.
Narrow streets of cobble stone.
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
Silence like a cancer grows.
To the neon gods they made.
Because a vi[C]sion softl[F]y creep[C]ing
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
People talking without speaking,
Hear my words that I might teach you,
And the sign flashed out its warning,
Left it's seed while I w[F]as sleep[C]ing,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
People hearing without listening,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
In the words that it was forming,
And the vis[F]ion that was planted in my br[C]ain
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
People writing songs that voices never shared,
But my words like silent raindrops fell...
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
That split the night
And no one dared
And tenement halls."
Wit[C]hin the s[G]ounds of si[Am]lence.
And touched the sounds of silence.
Disturb the sounds of silence.
In the wells of silence.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.
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