In Your Mind
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


And there's a page
That you just can't read
It's in your face
You want to bleed out your soul
But there's always a light in your sky
Let it shine tonight
Like a hopeful thing
Let it be your guide
You want to sing your heart out
And there's always a light in your sky
Come down to all these places soon
It's not like we're living on the moon
Because there's always a light in your sky
Let it shine today
Like a prophecy
We don't have to pray
Let them go, you'll see how to fly
Because there's always a light in your sky
Because there's always a light in your sky


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Written by: Simon Poore

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@elaineyee6700

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
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 sounds of silence"



@Chelanirahul

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
And 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 its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

(This is for those who want to read the lyrics while watching this video)



@ArthurSilva-hj1tv

O Som do Silêncio

Olá, escuridão, minha velha amiga
Vim conversar com você outra vez
Porque uma visão surgiu mansamente
Deixou suas sementes enquanto eu dormia
E a visão que foi plantada em meu cérebro
Ainda permanece
Dentro do som do silêncio

Em sonhos atormentados, eu caminhei sozinho
Ruas estreitas de paralelepípedos
Sob a luz de um poste de rua
Levantei minha gola contra o frio e a umidade
Quando meus olhos foram apunhalados pelo brilho de uma luz de neon
Que partiu a noite
E tocou o som do silêncio

E na luz nua eu vi
Dez mil pessoas, talvez mais
Pessoas falando sem dizer
Pessoas ouvindo sem escutar
Pessoas escrevendo canções que vozes jamais compartilharam
E ninguém ousava
Perturbar o som do silêncio

Tolos, eu disse, vocês não sabem?
O silêncio cresce como um câncer
Escutem-me, que talvez eu possa ensiná-los
Peguem meus braços, que talvez eu possa alcançá-los
Mas minhas palavras caíram como gotas silenciosas de chuva
E ecoaram nos poços do silêncio

E as pessoas se curvaram e rezaram
Para o deus de neon que elas criaram
E a placa mostrou o seu aviso
Nas palavras que formava
E a placa dizia
As palavras dos profetas estão escritas nas paredes do metrô
E nos corredores dos cortiços
E são sussurradas ao som do silêncio



@townstar1

I think: My Top Ten of all written songs. All are number one:
John Lennon - Imagine
The eagles - Hotel California
Simon & Garfunkel - Sound of silence
Elvis Presley - Jail House Rock
Michael Jackson - Billy Jean
Whitney Houston - I will always love you
Elton John - Candle in the wind
Bob Dylon - Like a rolling stone
Led Zepplin - Stairway to heaven
Jimi Hendrix - All along the watchtower



@mauriziomaranesi2720

E’ la canzone del complesso “Simon & Garfunkel”. Vedi testo in fondo. Si tratta di una visione: “a vision softly creeping / Left its seeds while I was sleeping”. Il suono del silenzio è il caotico frastuono dell’orrore che non si può esprimere a parole. E’ l’umanità vittima dell’abominio: “Ten thousand 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”. La reazione del profeta è di avvertimento: “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”. Ma non c’è risposta: “But my words like silent raindrops fell / And echoed in the wells of silence”. L’umanità adora la divinità dell’abominio che essa stessa ha creato: “And the people bowed and prayed / To the neon god they made”. Ed è la divinità stessa dell’abominio che, per la disperazione del suo stesso inferno in cui essa stessa si è condannata trascinandovi anche l’umanità, cerca di salvare quest’ultima per avere essa stessa un’opportunità di salvezza: “And the sign flashed out its warning / In the words that it was forming”. Il suo messaggio è: “The words of the prophets / Are written on the subway walls / And tenement halls”. Quindi la salvezza può venire dai bassifondi, non certo dall’autorità costituita. Ma il messaggio di avvertimento è solo un sussurro nel frastuono dell’orrore che non si può esprimere: “And whispered in the sounds of silence”.
Alla fine è la Bestia stessa che invoca il karma dal quale ha sempre tentato di sfuggire. E’ la Bestia stessa che si rende conto di dover salvare l’umanità sua vittima per salvare se stessa. Ma le risponde il suono del silenzio.

THE SOUND OF SILENCE
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
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 sounds of silence

(febbraio 2022)



@user-tj7xt3ph1l

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 streetlamp
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
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 sounds of silence."



@eastcumbriancollector983

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
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 sounds of silence"



@papafico1402

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 share
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 sounds of silence"



All comments from YouTube:

@margaretfarmer8184

When this song was at its height, my sister was 19 years old, dying from cancer. I was 17, and left school to spend a dreary winter with her in a Chicago hospital where they were doing experimental chemo. Late night, we'd order a pizza to be delivered to the ER in the basement, because nobody was allowed on the 8th floor cancer ward that late. We'd ride the elevator down and back, harmonizing this song together. She died too soon after that. I'm in my 70s now, but when I hear this song, I'm 17, in an elevator with great acoustics, holding a pizza, and singing my heart out with my best friend.

@dupedexplained1016

God bless you

@margaretfarmer8184

Thank you, God Bless you, too. I feel very blessed to have had those special times with her. In dying, she taught me so much about living.

@mikeatcora

Your memories made me want to connect through this, I take it that your beloved sister has been gone for over 50 years now as you're in your 70's now. I lost my only brother two years ago, he was 57 and much older than your sister was, I'm still wondering how it will feel for me to be older than he was, is that something that you ticked off as the years went by, the things you expected to learn from your sister that could never be about getting older. I find that I'm still confused by it all and now I'm 57, the same age as my brother was. It's obvious that you still miss her and feel how you did with her at that time, I hope my feelings don't fade away and stay with me as yours have for your sister.
Thanks for your posting.

@margaretfarmer8184

@@mikeatcora Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings about your loss. In answer, yes, it was very strange when I became "older" than my older sister. The hardest part was when I became a mother and later, a grandmother, and she wasn't there to be an aunt. She would have been a much loved aunt. But in those joyful minutes I've felt her there with me, and it felt good. My kids never got to have cousins, and I regret that, but now their kids DO have cousins, and I share that joy. I wish you those joyful moments of your brother's presence, and hope it eases the painful times.

@powergrassp7769

god bless you

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@peacebrothers9112

Anyone here in 2024?

@sawomirborowski-szwed8957

😉

@user-kv5sk1bg3n

Пентатоникс исполняет эту песню в сто раз лучше.

@karolynecordeirocarvalho6475

Yes

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