<embed src="http://computerscience.myrice.com/ra/thesoundofsilence.rm" width=300 height=40 controls=ControlPanel loop=true autostart=true volume=100 type=audio/x-pn-realaudio-plugin Initfn=load-types mime-types=mime.types><br><br>the sound of silence<br><br>Simon & Garfunkel<br><br>Hello darkness, my old friend<br>I've come to talk to you again<br>Because a vision softly creeping<br>Left its seed while I was sleeping<br>And a vision, that was planted in my brain<br>Still remains<br>within the sound of silence <br><br>In restless dreams I walked alone<br>Through narrow streets of cobblestone<br>Beneath a halo of a street lamp<br>I turned my collar to the cold and damp<br>When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light<br>That split the night<br>and touched the sound of silence<br><br>And in the naked light I saw<br>Tenthousand people, maybe more<br>eople talking without speaking<br>eople hearing without listening<br>eople writing songs, that voices never shared<br>No one dared<br>disturb the sound of silence<br><br>Fools, said I, you do not know<br>Silence like a cancer grows<br>Hear my words that I might teach you<br>Take my arms that I might reach you<br>But my words like silent raindrops fell<br>And echoed<br>in the wells of silence <br><br>And the people bowed and prayed<br>To the neon god they made<br>And the sign flashed out its warning<br>In the words that it was forming<br>And the sign said, the words of the prophets<br>are written on the subway walls<br>And tenement halls,<br>whispered<br>in the sound of silence <br> |