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Sound of Silence
Atrocity Lyrics
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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
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 dare
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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
The lyrics of Atrocity's cover of Simon and Garfunkel's "Sound of Silence" delve into themes of loneliness, silence, and societal disconnect. The song's narrator addresses "darkness" as a metaphor for this silence, a constant companion, and an old friend. The song's protagonist seeks comfort in the "sound of silence" and recognizes the vision, which was "planted in his brain," continues to haunt him. The singer describes a dream where he walks alone on "narrow streets of cobblestone" under the glow of a streetlight. He sees people who are "talking without speaking," "hearing without listening," and "writing songs that voices never share," illustrating the superficial communication that occurs in society.
The singer becomes frustrated, recognizing that this "silence" is a cancer that grows and calls his peers "fools" for not recognizing it. He tries to reach them, to teach and embrace them, but his words fall "like silent raindrops" into the "wells of silence." As the song progresses, it becomes evident that the "neon god" has taken the place of the prophets and turned tenement halls and subway walls into a place for communication. The song's final line—whispered in the sounds of silence—emphasizes the song's overall message that communication, despite its prevalence in society, is still inconsequential.
Line by Line Meaning
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I am familiar with sadness and despair, and acknowledge its return.
I've come to talk with you again,
I am ready to confront my feelings and start a conversation with sadness once more.
Because a vision softly creeping,
A thought or idea that slowly enters my mind.
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
The thought or idea had an impact on me while I was unaware.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
The thought or idea took root and stayed with me.
Still remains
It is still present and affecting me.
Within the sound of silence.
The quiet space of my mind, where I can hear my thoughts most clearly.
In restless dreams I walked alone
In my unsettled thoughts and fears, I felt isolated.
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
The difficult path I had to take in my journey.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
The dim light of hope that guided me on my path.
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
I shielded myself from the harsh reality of the world around me.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
When I was suddenly blinded by the artificial distractions of the world.
That split the night
That shook me and revealed the harsh realities of my situation.
And touched the sound of silence.
And made me think of the peace and clarity of my own thoughts.
And in the naked light I saw
In the clear and unfiltered light, I saw the true nature of things.
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
The masses of people in the world who are trapped in their own illusions and distractions.
People talking without speaking,
People saying meaningless things and not really communicating.
People hearing without listening,
People hearing the words, but not the emotions or meanings behind them.
People writing songs that voices never share
People trying to express themselves, but never really being heard or understood.
And no one dare
No one has the courage to break out of the cycle of meaningless communication and distractions.
Disturb the sound of silence.
Nobody wants to confront the quietness and true nature of their own thoughts and feelings.
'Fools' said I, 'You do not know
I called out to the masses, telling them they are ignorant of their true situation.
Silence like a cancer grows.
The silence and avoidance of true thoughts and feelings can lead to despair and hopelessness.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Listen to me, and I will help you understand the true nature of things.
Take my arms that I might reach you.'
Let me reach out and try to help you overcome your own illusions and distractions.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
My words went unheard, ignored like the sound of raindrops in the background.
And echoed
My words echoed, but did not have an impact.
In the wells of silence
They faded into the same silence I was struggling against.
And the people bowed and prayed
The masses continued to follow and worship false idols and distractions.
To the neon god they made.
To the superficial and artificial world they created and worshipped.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
The warning signs were present and visible.
In the words that it was forming.
The message was clear in the signs and symbols surrounding us.
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets
The signs warned that the words of the wise and truthful will not be heard.
Are written on the subway walls
Their messages are present and visible in everyday surroundings.
And tenement halls.'
Even in the poorest and most humble surroundings, their messages will be heard.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
Their messages are still present, even in the solitude of our own thoughts.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Paul Simon
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Campânula
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 dare
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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
Alexis Tobón
Han pasado 19 años de tu partida pero en mi corazón aun estas presente; para ti abuelita, nunca te olvidare
Henry Castañeda
Tremendo Cover, de los mejores covers que existen.
dbupp
While I understand all of the comments about the lack of harmonies, and I get it, I think this version is better without them. To my ear, it combines a great metal track with vocals reminiscent of a camp-fire sing-along, and I love it! I especially dig the use of the piano and strings throughout the mix.
C Naugle
It was cool. Maybe more
detonator82
There ARE harmonies, they're just buried in the mix a bit.
Campânula
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 dare
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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
TheMaria19684
I love this version of the song..... very nice xx
Polyanna Rodrigues Pereira da Silva
dez a composição lirica mista com um heavy metal melodico deu a musica que ja era boa um ar de era medieval parabens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Juan José García
muy buena rola \m/
juan manuel ortiz
La mejor version que escuche