The Sound of Silence
D:\\DOSSIER\\Musique\\Nouveau dossier\\Simon and Garfunkle Lyrics

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I am addressing the darkness, loneliness and despair that I am so used to experiencing in my life as if they were an old friend of mine

I've come to talk with you again,
I have returned to my state of depression and grief and hope to find some solace in it

Because a vision softly creeping,
A dream or thought that was slowly forming and growing in my mind

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
The idea has taken root in my subconscious while I was unaware and vulnerable

And the vision that was planted in my brain
The idea that has taken hold in my mind

Still remains
It has not gone away or been forgotten

Within the sound of silence
It is the essence of the emptiness and quietness in which I am enveloped

In restless dreams I walked alone
I suffer from insomnia and in my dreams, I am alone, anxious and unsettled

Narrow streets of cobblestone,
In my dreams, I wander through tight, difficult paths that represent my personal challenges

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
The only light source in my dreams is a faint aura projected from a streetlamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp
I physically protect myself from the harsh elements, however, i can't protect myself from mental or emotional turmoil.

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Without warning, I am jolted awake by a sudden and intense burst of light in my dreams that confuses me

That split the night
The burst of light creates a feeling of division and uncertainty around me

And touched the sound of silence
The troubling and uncomfortable presence of silence that always lingers in my life is made more evident by the jarring burst of light

And in the naked light I saw
In the open, clear light, I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more
In my vision, multiple, numerous people

People talking without speaking,
These people are having conversations without really communicating meaningful ideas or emotions

People hearing without listening,
They are incapable of paying true attention or empathizing with others

People writing songs that voices never share
These people are creating music that does not represent their true selves or resonate with others

And no one dare
No one has the courage to

Disturb the sound of silence
Interrupt or disrupt the uncomfortable but familiar silence present all around us

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
I speak to these people, insisting they are foolish and unaware

Silence like a cancer grows
The silence that refuses to be acknowledged is gradually killing the soul and spirit of individuals and society by attempting to substitute the need for human interaction

Hear my words that I might teach you,
Listen to my words, my hope is to impart knowledge and insight that can help others to awaken from their slumber of silence

Take my arms that I might reach you"
I reach out to them with emotional support that they can hold on to while breaking free of their silence

But my words like silent raindrops fell,
However, my words, as gentle and well-intentioned as they are, fail to have an impact and fade away like unnoticed raindrops

And echoed
The words resonates voicelessly

In the wells of silence
The echoes are drowned by the vast and overpowering void all around

And the people bowed and prayed
The same people bow down in humility and pray for forgiveness

To the neon God they made
However, people still continue to idolize the glamorous and ephemeral pleasures of materialism

And the sign flashed its warning,
The sign of materialism issues a warning to individuals and society

In the words that it was forming
These words are swiftly followed by the formation of a new message

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
These new words feature a message that is similar to that of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls
but their messages are not welcomed and found written on random and overlooked spaces in the city

And tenement halls"
along the hallways of old brick houses and tenements

And whispered in the sounds of silence
And they are only heard and understood in the haunting silence that pervades that space