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Sound of silence



Ancora un post breve e musicale.

Sto ascoltando la colonna sonora di Watchmen, e sono incappato in questa. Ho pigiato "repeat" già tre volte.


Ancora, una chitarra e due voci bastano e avanzano...

Stavolta però a corredo metto anche il testo.

Simon and Garfunkel - 1965

The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

left it's seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

still remains, within the sounds 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

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

noone dare, 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 the will 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 whisper the sounds of silence.


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E' una canzone bellissima.

Al tempo, io invece di Sim&Gurf non riuscivo a non pensare a "I am a rock"... Te la scrissi anche, mi ricordo.

...A winters 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.

Ive built walls,

A fortress deep 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.

Dont talk of love,

But Ive heard the words before;

Its sleeping in my memory.

I wont 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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Io non dico più nulla sennò finisce che mi si chiede chi vinceva a SKAT fra me e Mozart :angry:

(per la cronaca Wolfy era una schiappa a carte) :-)

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