歌曲 | The Sound of Silence |
歌手 | Tara MacLean |
专辑 | Songs for Sunset |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 deared | |
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 signs said, The words of the prophets | |
are written on the subway walls | |
And tenement halls. | |
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence. |
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 deared | |
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 signs said, The words of the prophets | |
are written on the subway walls | |
And tenement halls. | |
And whisper' d in the sounds of silence. |
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 deared | |
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 signs said, The words of the prophets | |
are written on the subway walls | |
And tenement halls. | |
And whisper' d in the sounds of silence. |