I could hear the boy, thanks to vinyl that I passed my uncle, and I just loved it. Then I have to say that its "Bridge over Troubled Waters" I find it somewhat tiresome as a song even if it is considered one of his best pieces, we're going to do.
His musical activities began in 1955 and some other breaks in between, their joint activity developed until the early 70's. Yes, have returned to playing together on several occasions, highlighting the great concert in Central Park, in 1981, a classic highly recommended.
published in 1964 "Wednesday Morning, 3 AM", but not until the following year, with the topic at hand, when the album starts to have a big impact. "The Sounds of Silence" (The Sound of Silence) is for me one of those classic songs since its inception, a song more and more present, a song of those who, with time, can make you smile or mourn. Furthermore, in its second version, coined a new term, the folk-rock ... is lovely to hear it and his lyrics, in a very easy to understand English. A song of those that follow me forever. To silence the words, sounding the silence.
The sounds of silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I came 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 sounds of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo
a street lamp
I got the neck
cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash
neon light That split
night And touched the sound of silence.
And
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 dared disturb the sound of silence.
'Fools,' said I, 'Do not know
That silence like a cancer grows?
Hear my words that might teach you, Take my arms
could reach them.
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
the words that it was forming.
And the sign said that
words of the prophets are written on subway walls and convents.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.
communication, intimacy, openness, learning to distinguish a friend who wants to help other people that you only want to use you, abuse you for ... issues of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
