Simon & Garfunkel

"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."

"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 dare Disturb the sound of silence."

""Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows."

"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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence."

"I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain."

"From the moment of my birth To the instant of my death, There are patterns I must follow Just as I must breathe each breath. Like a rat in a maze, The path before me lies. And the pattern never alters Until the rat dies."

"Hey sunshine, I haven't seen you in a long time. Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky, Like a floating question why. And they linger there to die. They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I."

"I'm sitting in the railway station, Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band. Homeward bound, I wish I was Homeward bound. Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me."

"Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend. But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me."

"Slow down, you move too fast, You've got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobblestones, Looking for fun and feeling groovy. Ba da da da da da da, feeling groovy."

"And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I, my Robert Frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost."

"And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo. God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey."

"Laugh about it, shout about it, When you've got to choose, Every way you look at it, you lose."

"Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you, woo woo woo. What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? Joltin' Joe has left and gone away, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey."

""Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together. I've got some real estate here in my bag." So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies, And walked off to look for America."

"Time, time, time, see what's become of me, While I looked around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. But look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter."

"When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all; I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't be found, Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down."

"I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would."

"Cecilia, you're breaking my heart, You're shaking my confidence daily. Oh Cecilia, I'm down on my knees, I'm begging you please To come home. Come on home."

"I am just a poor boy. Though my story's seldom told, I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises. All lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest."

"When I left my home And my family, I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, Running scared, Laying low, Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go, Looking for the places Only they would know."

"In the clearing stands a boxer, And a fighter by his trade. And he carries the reminders Of ev'ry glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame, "I am leaving, I am leaving." But the fighter still remains."