The Sound of Silence (Original Version from 1964)

Lyrics: 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 shared
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 sound of silence"

This is the original version from 1964 from the album "Wednesday Morning, 3 AM." Just Simon's guitar and the vocals. The famous version was released in 1966. After "Wednesday Morning, 3 AM" flopped, they split up. Without either their knowledge, electric guitars and drums were added and that version of The Sound of Silence became very popular, reaching #1 on the charts in America on New Years Day, 1966. Because of this, Simon and Garfunkel teamed up again and created three more studio albums, one of which one a Grammy award for album of the year and song of the year (Bridge Over Troubled Water).

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[wonerghost]

As a fan primarily of dubstep and metal and rap, I still appreciate talent and art in it's many forms, the reason I like dubstep is because of the unique sound, metal mainly for the hardcore instrumentals, rap(and very little rap), because of the creative writing, but something like this takes art and music to a whole other level. The music is simple but fits the theme perfectly, and the words are so beautiful and well written, and poetic in a way that is so scarce today, songs like these are i

[arnebarnard]

This is very important for me......

*really*

[oscorneylli]

The Graduated Soundtrack´s songs in 1969

[Esukion1994]

@wonerghost

Read your comment and could have sworn I typed it. I share the same point of view as you, musical taste and all.

[RennaF1Driver]

The best song ever.

[MILaC1]

Reminds me of RON PAUL! RONPAUL! RON PAUL!

[GuitaristForHire1]

I LOVE THIS FUCKING SONG!

[dulcewater]

beautiful and nice :)

[kzoorock]

I was working up a chart of this for my music students and started crying my eyes out. Two of my students, independently, came up with this - that it affected them like it did me when it was released and I was their age.

It's too bad that the political ad at the beginning of this video fouls this beautiful song.

[1brzmienieciszy]

@1live1live

Nareszcie przemówiłeś ludzkim głosem

jednak przez cały czas wykorzystywałeś moją naiwność

wiarę w miłość, przyjaźń...

już nie wierzę w nic.

[1live1live]

Kto mógł przewidzieć, że to się przydarzy? Zrządzenie losu, dwóch dziwaków miało odwagę, aby się zdemaskować. Jedno wydaje się być pewne - oboje mieli szczere intencje. Czas nie był zmarnowany. Poznali najpiękniejsze uczucie, potrzebowali siebie nawzajem aby tego doświadczyć. Nie można ich winić za to, że nie byli skłonni iść na ustępstwa, aby miłość uczynić pełną. Iskierka tlić się będzie zawsze,ale czy warto znów rozpalać ognisko?

To chyba egoistyczne, że sam już zadecydowałem

[KaraelAsahi]

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again.