#the sound of silence by simon and garfunkel

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[facts-i-just-made-up]

What is the origin of The Sound Of Silence?

Having existed before the universe itself, the sound of silence is the only thing with no origin at all.

[froyo-ravioli]

Simon and Garfunkel - The Concert In Central Park (19 September 1981)

Every song in gifs.

20. The Sound of Silence (20/21)

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mixed feelings abt this also ignore the background

[spanishinfluenza]

I just know that Carlisle goes hard for The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel

[sparkiekong]

"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 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 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 whispered in the sounds of silence"

The Sound of Silence Song by Simon & Garfunkel

inspiration from @occultradio (look I made a technicolor alien!) and @medleymisty for the profound and lovely words they wrote that inspired me to think of the song. Original gallery build by curlypinksims I tweaked it to my needs.

[inkyedie]

Simon and Garfunkel look like they’d be named  “Simon” and “Garfunkel” but they don’t sing like their names are “Simon” and “Garfunkel”

[escapesecret]

Hello, darkness, my old friend

– Merhaba, karanlık, eski dostum,

I’ve come to talk with you again

– Seninle tekrar konuşmaya geldim.

Because a vision softly creeping

– Çünkü bir vizyon usulca sürünüyor

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

– Ben uyurken tohumlarını bıraktım.

And the vision that was planted in my brain

– Ve beynime dikilmiş olan vizyon.

Still remains

– Hala kalır,

Within the sound of silence

– Sessizlik sesi içinde.

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Simon & Garfunkel: The sounds of silence

[mentally-at-home]

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Hello darkness my old friend...

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April 3, 1968 • Bookends

On this special occasion, the birthday of this beauty of an album, I'm not only thinking about how great it is. I’m also thinking about my Grandma, and I’ll tell you why via an episode that has stayed with me all this time.

I came to know S&G via my Daddy's audiocassette of Central Park playing in my parents’ car. They knocked me head over feet immediately and I wanted to listen to everything they ever recorded - but we’re talking Italy around 1999/2000, before the internet really was a thing. You had to buy CDs or cassettes, and if you didn’t like ‘em, then what? Lots of money thrown away, so it was basically not gonna happen.

Luckily for me, my Uncle had all the studio albums on vinyl! So I often visited to religiously listen to them on repeat, a goofy 12 yo trying not to scratch them and stuff. I had no idea what the songs were about, I was just starting to learn English, but I was in awe. Those voices! Those sounds!

And the covers of the albums, how unusual they were to my eyes! Not in a bad way, mind you, but so different from what I was used to - I was familiar with Queen, with the Beatles, with lots of other international artists and their pictures, but S&G’s just had their own kind of flavor, if you know what I mean. There were two people and not a whole group, nor a single artist, for a start. They looked so young, so bonded… I didn’t know a thing, I had no idea who they were, but those album covers spoke to me. 

The music told me all I needed to know, really. I tried to follow the lyrics on the back of the albums that had them, but of course I barely understood them - too young to get the whole meaning, but I didn’t mind, because I got the vibes.

So anyway there I was, marveling at the beauty of the harmonies and music and curious about who created such a magic. My Granny walked in one day and something upon these lines happened:

"Who are they? What is it they're singing?" 

"I have no idea Granny - they're American though, from NYC!"

"Oh yeah? What are they like?”

I picked the albums and we started looking at Bookends because you know, it’s the one where you can see their faces better.

“Do you remember seeing them on TV some time, Granny?”

“Not at all.” She paused to listen, I guess Wednesday Morning was on and Go, Tell It on the Mountain was playing. “They sound meh. But they're very handsome."

"I think they sound great and look meh, Granny."

"Hm. Lemme hear something else.” I have no memory of what I chose, but whatever it was, it won her over. “Well, shame they sing in such a strange language, I can’t understand a word. But you're right, they do sound nice. And you'll appreciate the rest when you grow up.”

And I do believe quite a lot of my problems started that day, lol. Anyway, it’s some sweet memory I felt like sharing. Happy Bookends birthday, my fellow S&G lovers!

By the way, I later discovered my Granny knew both The Sound Of Silence and Mrs Robinson because they were both sang in Italian by Italian artists in the 60s. SOS was turned into a love song, Mrs Robinson kinda maintained a pale bit of the original meaning. Anyway, Granny didn’t care about the lyrics, she was hooked by the music. I particularly remember when she heard S&G’s Mrs Robinson: she looked at me with such happiness in her eyes and agreed that it sounded just great - though she was still annoyed at the language, “Why two handsome boys with such handsome voices must sing in such an unintelligible language!”

[mbulteau]

By the 30th time I had come across a backpacking Korok, my wife's impeccable comedic timing kicked in.