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| Hello darkness, my old friend, Ive 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 deared 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 signs said, the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whisperd in the sounds of silence. |
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| Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now its just another Chelsea Monday Chelsea Monday Tju In the city of dreamers... Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause To Chelsea Monday Shell pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Of Chelsea Monday Sweet Chelsea Monday Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, youll charm them with that smile But for now its just another Chelsea Monday Sweet Chelsea Monday Voice: hello John, did you see the standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of the old father Blond hair, blue eyes She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling What a waste! Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday Chelsea Monday She was only dreaming |
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Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away; Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air. You better watch out, There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem. What do you get for pretending the danger's not real. Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel. What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes. Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives He releaseth my soul. He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets, For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger. When cometh the day we lowly ones, Through quiet reflection, and great dedication Master the art of karate, Lo, we shall rise up, And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water. Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream. Wave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream. Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home And do as you're told. Get out of the road if you want to grow old. |
| QUOTE (jonlumb @ Jul 16 2008, 12:50 PM) |
| Edit: It would appear I don't know shit about lyrics. Google reliably informs me it is Simon and Garfunkle. |