Álbum Sound Of Silence de Simon & Garfunkel - Canciones

Sound Of Silence

1966 |

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The Sound Of SilenceVer letra

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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 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."
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I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long

Time hurries on

And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they whither with the wind

And they crumble in your hand

Once my heart was filled with love of a girl

I held her close, but she faded in the night

Like a poem I meant to write

And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they wither with the wind

And they crumble in your hand

I threw a pebble in a brook

And watched the ripples run away

And they never made a sound

And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they wither with the wind

And they crumble in your hand

Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello

Good-bye, Good-bye

Good-bye, Good-bye

That's all there is

And the leaves that are green turn to brown
BlessedVer letra

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Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.

Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.

Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on,

O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

I got no place to go,

I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.

Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.

Blessed is the land and the kingdom.

Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.

Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers.

O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

My words trickle down from a wound

That I have no intention to heal.

Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.

Blessed is the church service makes me nervous

Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers.

O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

I have tended my own garden

Much too long.
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Richard CoryVer letra

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They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,

With political connections to spread his wealth around.

Born into society, a banker's only child,

He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

But I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be

Richard Cory.

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:

Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.

And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!

Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.

But I, I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be

Richard Cory.

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,

And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much,

So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:

"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

But I, I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be

Richard Cory.
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He was a most peculiar man.

That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know;

She lived upstairs from him

She said he was a most peculiar man.

He was a most peculiar man.

He lived all alone within a house,

Within a room, within himself,

A most peculiar man.

He had no friends, he seldom spoke

And no one in turn ever spoke to him,

'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care

And he wasn't like them.

Oh, no! he was a most peculiar man.

He died last Saturday.

He turned on the gas and he went to sleep

With the windows closed so he'd never wake up

To his silent world and his tiny room;

And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere

Who should be notified soon.

And all the people said, "What a shame that he's dead,

But wasn't he a most peculiar man?"
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April come she will

When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;

May, she will stay,

Resting in my arms again.

June, she'll change her tune,

In restless walks she'll prowl the night;

July, she will fly

And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,

The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;

September I'll remember

A love once new has now grown old.
We've Got A Groovy Thing Goin'
I Am A RockVer letra

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A winter's day

In a deep and dark December

I am alone

Gazing from my window

To the streets below

On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow

I am a rock

I am an island

I've built walls

A fortress, steep and mighty

That none may penetrate

I have no need of friendship

Friendship causes pain

Its laughter and its loving I disdain

I am a rock

I am an island

Don't talk of love

Well, I've heard the words before

It's sleeping in my memory

I won't disturb the slumber

Of feelings that have died

If I never loved, I never would have cried

I am a rock

I am an island

I have my books

And my poetry to protect me

I am shielded in my armor

Hiding in my room

Safe within my womb

I touch no one and no one touches me

I am a rock

I am an island

And a rock feels no pain

And an island never cries
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