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Viva,
One Small Voice,
Gentleman cambrioleur,
Across America,
Live Rhymin,
Masters Of Chant Chapter,
Film melodies / S písní vstříc ti běžím - Kolekce Heleny Vondráčkové 8,
Dead Heart in a Dead World,
[Written by Paul Simon]
[Copyright 1965 Paul Simon Music -BMI]
[Heir Apparent arrangement by Terry Gorle 1987]
Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left it's seeds while I was sleeping
And a 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 streetlamp
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 sign said, "The words of the prophets are
Written on the subway walls - and tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
7. The Haunting
[Written by Mike Jackson, Steve Benito and Terry Gorle]
[Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI]
[Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP]
Memory- go away
I grow weary from my running
Hiding for so long
I've lost my way
Morning light's reminders
Painting colors in my prison
Daylight brightens every shade of grey
The pain never ending, and now its so cliche
Yesterdays are creaking doors
And noises in the nighttime
Feelings, only chains across the floor
Voices on the wind, softly moan
I hear them whisper
Mirrors mock the man I was before
My mind slowly fading
Like paper in the rain
The haunting, it still remains
The haunting, it still remains
Turning and burning in my bed
A never-ending ghost
That lives inside my head
Memory- go away
I grow weary from my running
Hiding for so long
I've lost my way
Yesterdays are creaking doors
And noises in the nighttime
Feelings, only chains across the floor
My mind keeps decaying
Like paper in the rain
The haunting, it still remains
The haunting, it still remains
Turning and burning in my bed
A never-ending ghost
That lives inside my head
Memories remain of the haunting
Can't stop the pain of the haunting:
