A cover of the classic Sounds of Silence by Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel- one of my favorite songs. Pla on my acoustic guitar and sung by myself and my father.
Hello darkness my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly ing,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Within the sounds 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;
It 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 shared,
And no one dared,
Disturb the sounds of silence.
“Fool,” 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 pra,
To the neon god they’d 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 the tenement halls.
“And whispered in the sound of silence.”