Like a bridge over troubled water…
I will ease your mind…
Something tells me it’s all happening at the zoo.
Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
Up in my bed room
I get up to wash my face
I go back to the bed
Someone’s taken my place
I got up to wash my face,
when I came back to bed
someone’s taken my place.
“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 necer share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence”
When my eyes were snared by the flash of a neon light
It split the night
And echoed
In the sounds of silence.
And through the naked light I saw
10,000 people maybe more…
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs
That voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence…
Let’s go back to the zoo. It’s more cheerful there.
Hamsters turn on frequently!
Nah, the pigeons plot in secrecy.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine…
Time it was and what a time it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
What? No Mrs. Robinson?
Goo…GO TO BED.
Sleep deprivation does strange things to people…has them singing obscure songs that should have died years ago while suffering from delusions of meglomaniacal grandeur.
(Yes, I SAW what you did on G’Dope, you just wait until I tell Loaded…now Go To Bed!)
Just after my senior year in high school, the high school choir had the opportunity to travel to Romania and sing. So, we all packed up and went behind the Iron Curtain (ok, so that dates it - yes, it was back in the mid/late 70’s).
And, our choir repetroir was made up mostly of medleys of show tunes, South Pacific, My Fair Lady etc. Imagine our horror when we found that we’d rarely get a piano to use w/our show and if the piano was there, it wouldn’t be in tune. We quickly improvised, since many of our folks had brought guitars, and revamped our show.
The Sounds of Silence was one of our best (IMHO), we developed our own harmony (which to this day, I sing instead of the melody).
brings back fond memories. ah yes.
It’s the same old story, everywhere I go.
I get slandered, libeled,
I hear words I never heard in the Bible
Orright, youse blokes win…
I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket-ful of mumbles,
Such are promises…
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It’s a little secret, just the Robinsons’ affair
Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids
With Humble Apologies to Doghouse Reilly et al who have already cited ‘The Boxer’.
Sorry folks…that’ll teach me to read ALL of the posts!:wally
A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
- Can’t help thinking of that brilliant video-clip *
" ‘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.’ "
After it rains, there’s a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It’s not that the colors aren’t there
It’s just imagination they lack.