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I've had a pretty lazy weekend. I should be up cleaning my house or taking a shower right now, but I really just feel like putting on some pajama's and going to bed, and I think that's what I'm going to do.
I really love old music. I just thought about it for some reason. I guess because I'm listening to Simon & Garfunkel.. but I looked through my CD holder and 5/6 of it is filled with CD's made before the 1980's. Maybe I was born in the wrong generation, or maybe I just have an old soul.. or maybe music just really sucks these days. Except Hank III..
This school year is more than half way over, then I'll be moving away to begin my new life.. growing up. Leaving my mom and my house behind, and going to the big city. I'm scared. I guess I'm just a momma's girl, or maybe I'm just afraid to leave my best friend. I hardly ever see her anyway, but god, seeing her maybe once or twice a month is going to kill me. I don't know if I'll be able to do it. I mean, I know I will.. but I also know I'll be sad.
Only about 37 more days left.. roughly..
I have more song lyrics to share.
Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence.
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 deared
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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
I really love old music. I just thought about it for some reason. I guess because I'm listening to Simon & Garfunkel.. but I looked through my CD holder and 5/6 of it is filled with CD's made before the 1980's. Maybe I was born in the wrong generation, or maybe I just have an old soul.. or maybe music just really sucks these days. Except Hank III..
This school year is more than half way over, then I'll be moving away to begin my new life.. growing up. Leaving my mom and my house behind, and going to the big city. I'm scared. I guess I'm just a momma's girl, or maybe I'm just afraid to leave my best friend. I hardly ever see her anyway, but god, seeing her maybe once or twice a month is going to kill me. I don't know if I'll be able to do it. I mean, I know I will.. but I also know I'll be sad.
Only about 37 more days left.. roughly..
I have more song lyrics to share.
Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence.
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 deared
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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.