This song says it all–about my Moods!
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 dared
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 sounds of silence
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That brings back memories of another life, never mind mood…..
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Yes! It sure does……my long forgotten youth.
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Ah, Simon and Garfunkel and Mrs. Robinson. What a film and what a performance by Dustin Hoffman. You have revived some very valuable memories. Thank you dear.
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Your welcome!
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One of the best songs EVER!
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I am so glad that you think so too!
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I love that song and the mood it evokes. “The sounds of silence” is a very fertile concept.
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Actually Conrad! I can dig the thoughts behind this song as I grow older.
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Used to enjoy that song sittign in the back seat of my parents’ car on long journeys. The Boxer was another one. Lie-la-lie – Tish!
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We too grew up hearing a lot of music in the car…only my parents used to be singing it..we did not have radios in the cars then!
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Oh Padmini, you have captured the best vision of “moods” with this oldie but goodie.
Blessings – Maxi
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Maxi–thanks and Bless you too…grandmas unite!
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