(aus dem Album "Masters Of Chant")
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 brain / Still remains / Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone / Narrow streets of cobblestone, / ?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 / 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 / And 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 sound of silence.
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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