以下是引用yanxiaohan在2004-7-10 14:46:34的发言*
HELLO,DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND.I'VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN!
Because the vision softly creeping, left the 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 cobble stone.Neath the haloof a street lamp, I turned my collar to th cold and damp. When my eyes was stabbed by the flash of the neon light that split the night, and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maby more. People talking without speeking. PeoPle hearing without listening. People writing songs that voice never shaer, and no one dared disturb the so0und of silence.
"Foools" said I "You do not know, silence like a cancer grow.Haer my woeds that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent rain-drops fell, and echo-ed in the wells of silence.
And the people bow and prayed to the neon god they made. And the sign flash out its warning in the words that it was forming. And the sings said "The words of the prophers are written the subway walls and tenement halls." And whispered in the sounds of silence |