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#148
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{title:Sounds of Silence}
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{st:Paul Simon}
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H[Am]ello darkness my old fri[G]end,
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I've come to talk with you ag[Am]ain.
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Because a vi[C]sion softl[F]y creep[C]ing
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Left it's seed while I w[F]as sleep[C]ing,
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And the vis[F]ion that was planted in my br[C]ain
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Still rem[Am]ains
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Wit[C]hin the s[G]ounds of si[Am]lence.
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In restless dreams I walked alone,
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Narrow streets of cobble stone.
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'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
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I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
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When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
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That split the night
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And touched the sounds of silence.
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And in the naked light I saw
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Ten thousand people, maybe more.
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People talking without speaking,
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People hearing without listening,
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People writing songs that voices never shared,
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And no one dared
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Disturb the sounds of silence.
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"Fools!" said I, "you do not know,
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Silence like a cancer grows.
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Hear my words that I might teach you,
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Take my arms that I might reach you."
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But my words like silent raindrops fell...
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And echoed in the wells of silence.
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And the people bowed and prayed
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To the neon gods they made.
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And the sign flashed out its warning,
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In the words that it was forming,
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And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
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And tenement halls."
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And whispered in the sounds of silence.
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#
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
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# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>
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# 7 September 1992 |