巴牧的深山

What's on my mind . . . ?

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"Hello, darkness my old friend

I've come to talk to you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remainds within the sound of silence



In restless dream

I walked alone the narrow street of cobble stone

Beneath 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 may be 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 eched in the wells of silence



And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out it's warning

In the words that it was forming, and the signs said

'The words of prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls

And whispered in the sound of silence'"

by Simon and Garfunkel

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You were the sound of silence...