Dad's Favorite
Well, my father just came and told me that he wanted to find some old music that he loves. He's a fan of Simon and Garfunkel and from this moment so am I. It's beautiful in my opinion, now I would like to share one song. It's deep, hope you guys like it.
Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel
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 brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone,'Neath the halo of a street lamp,I turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe more.People talking without speaking,People hearing without listening,People writing songs that voices never shareAnd no one daredDisturb 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 fellAnd echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they made.And the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was forming.And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement hallsAnd whispered in the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone,'Neath the halo of a street lamp,I turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe more.People talking without speaking,People hearing without listening,People writing songs that voices never shareAnd no one daredDisturb 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 fellAnd echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they made.And the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was forming.And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement hallsAnd whispered in the sound of silence.
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