05-02-2017, 05:23 PM
Have you heard this version of this song:
This is such a heart-breaking piece. Always has been. And Disturbed version is even more so; it's so dramatic and powerful. Draiman's voice is damn amazing. It drives the point home more than in any other version of this piece that I've heard.
People let opportunities go and pass them by. They don't take their chances when they have them. For no meaningful reason at all, just for fear of taking a chance, or thinking they will get another one sooner or later, or just because it feels awkward or uncomfortable. People miss out on life. They miss out on connecting with life and other people around them. Not speaking up at the right moment. Not touching another person when they need to and have the chance. Not letting themselves fully love and denying themselves pleasure.
This is sad, and tragic. It's unnecessary. We should all live life fully, with every breath that we take. We don't have anything else.
----
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 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 share
And no one 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 in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And 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 with the sound of silence.
This is such a heart-breaking piece. Always has been. And Disturbed version is even more so; it's so dramatic and powerful. Draiman's voice is damn amazing. It drives the point home more than in any other version of this piece that I've heard.
People let opportunities go and pass them by. They don't take their chances when they have them. For no meaningful reason at all, just for fear of taking a chance, or thinking they will get another one sooner or later, or just because it feels awkward or uncomfortable. People miss out on life. They miss out on connecting with life and other people around them. Not speaking up at the right moment. Not touching another person when they need to and have the chance. Not letting themselves fully love and denying themselves pleasure.
This is sad, and tragic. It's unnecessary. We should all live life fully, with every breath that we take. We don't have anything else.
----
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 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 share
And no one 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 in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And 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 with the sound of silence.
''Do I look civilized to you?''