Shuey
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Posted with the permission of its author. For most of us, the tune will come to mind immediately; it did for me.
Shuey
The Pipes of Silence
by Bill Watt
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to ride in you again
Because a rider softly creeping
Brings the quiet while I'm sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I ride alone
Silenced pipes not megaphones
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my ears were stabbed by the sound of a bitchin' bike
That split the night
And killed the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People sleeping without waking
People talking without yelling
People singing songs that everyone can hear
Before no one cared
To love the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You did not know
Loud Pipes, they like a cancer grow . . .
Shuey
The Pipes of Silence
by Bill Watt
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to ride in you again
Because a rider softly creeping
Brings the quiet while I'm sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I ride alone
Silenced pipes not megaphones
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my ears were stabbed by the sound of a bitchin' bike
That split the night
And killed the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People sleeping without waking
People talking without yelling
People singing songs that everyone can hear
Before no one cared
To love the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You did not know
Loud Pipes, they like a cancer grow . . .