VintageGuitarPop 115
[Em] Hello darkness, my old [D] friend,
I've come to talk with you [Em] again,
Because a vision soft [C] cree [G] ping,
[Em] Left it's seeds while I [C]was sleep[G] ing,
And the [C] vision that was [C/G] planted in my [G]brain
till [Em] remains
Within the [D] sound of [Em] silence.
In restless [Em] dreams I walked [D]alone
Narrow streets of cobble [Em] stone,
'Neath the [Em] halo of a [C] street [G] lamp,
I turned my [Em] collar to the [C] cold and [G] damp
When my [C] eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon [G]light
That split the [Em] night
And touched the [D] sound of [Em] silence.
[Em] And in the naked light I [D]saw
Ten thousand people, maybe [Em] more.
[Em] People talking with[C] out [G]speaking,
[Em] People hearing without [C] listen [G]ing,
People writing songs that [C] voices never [G]share
And no one [Em] dare
Disturb the [D] sound of [Em] silence.
Em D
Fools said i, you do not know
Em
Silence like a cancer grows.
Em C G
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Em C G
Take my arms that I might reach you.
C G
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
Em
And echoed
D Em
In the wells of silence
Em D
And the people bowed and prayed
Em
To the neon God they made.
Em C G
And the sign flashed out it's warning,
Em C G
In the words that it was forming.
Em C
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
C G
Are written on the subway walls
Em
And tenement halls.
D Em
And whispered in the sounds of silence.
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