The Sound Of Silence

[Written by Paul Simon]
 [Copyright 1965 Paul Simon Music -BMI]
 [Heir Apparent arrangement by Terry Gorle 1987]
 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 a 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 streetlamp
 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 dared
 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 it's 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 whispered in the sounds of silence
 7. The Haunting
 [Written by Mike Jackson, Steve Benito and Terry Gorle]
 [Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI]
 [Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP]
 Memory- go away
 I grow weary from my running
 Hiding for so long
 I've lost my way
 Morning light's reminders
 Painting colors in my prison
 Daylight brightens every shade of grey
 The pain never ending, and now it's so cliche
 Yesterdays are creaking doors
 And noises in the nighttime
 Feelings, only chains across the floor
 Voices on the wind, softly moan
 I hear them whisper
 Mirrors mock the man I was before
 My mind slowly fading
 Like paper in the rain
 The haunting, it still remains
 The haunting, it still remains
 Turning and burning in my bed
 A never-ending ghost
 That lives inside my head
 Memory- go away
 I grow weary from my running
 Hiding for so long
 I've lost my way
 Yesterdays are creaking doors
 And noises in the nighttime
 Feelings, only chains across the floor
 My mind keeps decaying
 Like paper in the rain
 The haunting, it still remains
 The haunting, it still remains
 Turning and burning in my bed
 A never-ending ghost
 That lives inside my head
 Memories remain of the haunting
 Can't stop the pain of the haunting: