Saturday, June 4, 2011

'Cause voices will talk, and seem silent too.




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.










I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her thats where I belong
Yet Im running to her like a rivers song

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Shes got a fine sense of humor when Im feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heart ache, in the night like a thief





They don't write like them anymore...

11 comments:

aakash said...

loved the way you interpreted it..
sounds of silence do often take over the noise, the noise of life!

aJ

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Perhaps, music is created once, after that it is just an aftermath of clanging and clinking.

Sourav said...

Like them, never before and never will be :)

Meher said...

@Aakash I haven't interpreted anything. This song is called Sound of silence which was released along with Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling stone, written by Paul Simon, performed by Simon and Garfunkel. The lyrics are beautiful. Listen to it sometime. :)

@BA Of course, talent is an obscure thing to find.

@Sourav never again.

The Many Colours of Happiness said...

Ahh their lyrics give me shivers!!

Pree-yea.... said...

After The Beatles, they make me most happy (:

Between The Lines said...

Sad but true.

Anything but Bland said...

yess! i love S&G!!!!! i have that album on vinyl. amazing! following you now!!

love, polly :)

*orange plum* said...

They don't write like them anymore. It's not that they need capabilities to match up..
they need a bloody miracle.

aakash said...

Ohh, I thought it was your masterpiece,..
anyways, I tagged you on my post http://you-me-and-serendipity.blogspot.com/2011/06/award-and-good-old-days.html

:)
aJ

some unspoken words said...

a very different way of writing.love ur way of expressing keep writing