The Power of Silence A parody on Paul Simon's The Sound of# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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The Power of Silence
Hello grey shade, my old mate
I’ve come to open your gate
Because a vision constantly seeping
Left its seeds when I was reaping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the power of silence
In endless dreams I walked along
A crowd humming a dissonant song
Prisoned in the halo of a bogus sun
I turned my collar to the cold and numb
When my eyes were thawed by the warmth of a shooting star
That carved a scar
And cracked the power of silence
And in the fleeting light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People reciting without writing
People sleeping without dreaming
People drawing hopes that colors never share
And no one dared
Arouse the power of silence
Fellows, said I, you need to know
Silence is deemed to glow
Catch the light of every shooting star
Grip the heat of every shooting star
But my words, like silent snowflakes fell
And melt in the land of silence
And the people knelt and prayed
To the bogus sun they made
And the halo flashed out its creed
In the words that the people heed
And the sign said, the words of the savior are written on the towering walls
And stifling halls
And prisoned the power of silence
Hello grey shade, my old mate
I’ve come to open your gate
Because a vision constantly seeping
Left its seeds when I was reaping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the power of silence
In endless dreams I walked along
A crowd humming a dissonant song
Prisoned in the halo of a bogus sun
I turned my collar to the cold and numb
When my eyes were thawed by the warmth of a shooting star
That carved a scar
And cracked the power of silence
And in the fleeting light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People reciting without writing
People sleeping without dreaming
People drawing hopes that colors never share
And no one dared
Arouse the power of silence
Fellows, said I, you need to know
Silence is deemed to glow
Catch the light of every shooting star
Grip the heat of every shooting star
But my words, like silent snowflakes fell
And melt in the land of silence
And the people knelt and prayed
To the bogus sun they made
And the halo flashed out its creed
In the words that the people heed
And the sign said, the words of the savior are written on the towering walls
And stifling halls
And prisoned the power of silence
