Sounds Of Silence
Ray Conniff 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
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.

Overall Meaning

The song "Sounds of Silence" by Ray Conniff, can be considered a metaphor for the struggle of humanity against social conformity and the loss of communication between individuals. The lyrics are a reflection of a person’s isolation in a world full of people, where their deepest thoughts can only be found in the “sound of silence.” The singer addresses the darkness, as an old friend to whom they have returned, to recount the realization that came to them in the night. This realization is the vision that crept softly into their brain, leaving a seed within, that still remains within the sound of silence.


The lyrics go on to describe the singer’s journey through a cold, damp, and lonely place where they witness thousands of people talking without speaking, hearing without listening, and writing songs that voices never share. They address these people, who have allowed silence, like a cancer, to grow in their hearts and minds through their conformity and unwillingness to engage in meaningful communication. The singer, hoping to teach them through their own struggles, reaches out to them with their words, but their words fall like silent raindrops, echoed only in the wells of silence.


Finally, the song concludes with an image of people turning to worship the neon god they have created, while a sign flashes a warning that the words of the prophets are written on the walls of the subway stations and tenement halls. The message hidden in these words suggests that genuine communication is difficult to find in the world, but it is what can ultimately lead to a richer life.


Line by Line Meaning

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Addressing the state of being alone, and the familiarity of such, as an extension of one's self.


I've come to talk with you again,
Seeking internal dialogue as a means of discovering meaning and purpose.


Because a vision softly creeping,
An unexpected idea or concept that enters the mind without conscious intent.


Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
The notion that the mind may conceive of solutions to problems while one is disengaged from conscious thought.


And the vision that was planted in my brain
The process by which ideas take root in the mind, often via unconscious processes.


Still remains
Ideas and concepts are persistent, and may linger or evolve even after the initial conception.


Within the sound of silence.
The potential for insight and inspiration within the absence of external interference or distraction.


In restless dreams I walked alone
A continuation of the theme of isolation, this time in a dream state.


Narrow streets of cobblestone,
A metaphor for the challenging and uncertain roads of life and thought.


'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
The appearance of a guiding light - perhaps a clue or solution - in the midst of uncertainty.


I turned my collar to the cold and damp
The sense of feeling exposed or vulnerable in the face of uncertainty.


When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
A sudden and potentially distracting intrusion into the contemplative state of mind.


That split the night
The idea that distractions can be jarring enough to disrupt focus and thought.


And touched the sound of silence.
Even when one is focused, distractions can make it difficult to maintain a contemplative state of mind.


And in the naked light I saw
The idea that exposure of one's thoughts and ideas to others can be difficult, but sometimes necessary.


Ten thousand people, maybe more.
The magnitude of the challenges in seeking to express and share ideas with a broad audience.


People talking without speaking,
The limitations of language in capturing the depth and complexity of inner experience.


People hearing without listening,
The disconnect between cognitive and emotional engagement in communication.


People writing songs that voices never share
The disappointment and frustration that can arise when one's ideas remain unexpressed and unheard.


And no one dare
The fear that inhibits many from sharing their thoughts and ideas with others.


Disturb the sound of silence.
The fear of being rejected or dismissed by others, and the resulting reluctance to share one's thoughts and ideas.


"Fools" said I, "You do not know
The frustration that arises when one feels that others do not appreciate the importance of inner experience and contemplation.


Silence like a cancer grows.
The sense that lack of communication and connection can have a destructive effect on individuals and society at large.


Hear my words that I might teach you,
The desire to share insight and perspective with those who may lack it.


Take my arms that I might reach you."
The potentially daunting process of trying to connect with other people, particularly when thoughts and ideas are so personal.


But my words like silent raindrops fell,
The sense that ideas and insights, no matter how important or meaningful, can fail to resonate with others.


And echoed
The sense that one's voice, while potentially powerful, can also seem small and insignificant in the context of a larger conversation.


In the wells of silence
The idea that silence can be a source of reflection and contemplation, particularly when one's voice remains unheard.


And the people bowed and prayed
The sense that, particularly in difficult and uncertain times, people turn to prayer or other forms of introspection as a means of finding answers or solace.


To the neon god they made.
The idea that people may turn to symbols or other external sources of guidance and inspiration when their own attempts at communication and reflection fail.


And the sign flashed out its warning,
The sense that external symbols and sources of guidance can sometimes function as a sort of warning, directing people toward or away from certain ideas or behaviors.


In the words that it was forming.
The idea that symbols and signs can convey powerful messages, sometimes more effectively than words or other forms of communication.


And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
The notion that symbols and signs can be seen as prophetic, offering guidance or warning in uncertain times.


Are written on the subway walls
The idea that signs and symbols can be found in unexpected places, and can offer a deeper meaning or insight than might be initially apparent.


And tenement halls."
The idea that profound insights can be found everywhere, regardless of one's environment or circumstances.


And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
The potential for insight and wisdom to emerge from silence, meditation, or reflective introspection.




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Written by: Paul Simon

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