Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain, That could hold you dear lady from going insane (Bob Dylan, Tombstone Blues)

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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.

Simon & Garfunkel, uit: The Sound Of Silence

 

 

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