El Condor Pasa

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I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would
Hmm mmm

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would
If I only could, I surely would
Hmm mmm

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound, its saddest sound
Hmm mmm

I’d rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would

I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would
If I only could, I surely would

Paul Simon and Arthur Garfunkel – El Condor Pasa (If I Could) Live

Sounds of silence

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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 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 signs 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- original version – Simon and Garfunkel