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the sound of silence is a high pitched whine...i've heard it. its beautiful
says "...(whine)..."
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thieums
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Heart... Beat...
That or you really have a problem...
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TSOS? it's beautiful, it's pristine..it is to almost touch upon realms and states of perception unfelt, unknown to the cacophyny of our frenzied lives and minds...it is to reach out w/o knowing and become a receptor of a hidden plane of existence--common than you'd think.
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Silence is truly golden. It is the medium through wich we really see and even be given the treasure that we place in our depths so that when we are out of self, when circumstances throttles up like a february wind clutched in the hard frozen nights fist..Why then we get to go into the depths of our beings and then open our beleagured eyes upon The Lords' Glory slicing through the clouds, stealing the thunder of thier throats, still piercing the choking atmosphering of this planet and see Gods radiance being pured w/o measure down upon us.
Yea from distant lands calamity surges towards, not because of your sin or your fastidiously observed chastity--Lo and behold it comes the old fire wind of Heavenly fury. All that is needed is to invoke gentle name and heart of your redeemer. But soon the roar in your ears will not be that of the sea, a sea stirred by the sword and arm of one of the gods of this world, some call him ares some know him by other names.
The you will NOW here will be the Joy of The Lord who is your strength.
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endless desire
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burns my ears.
pierces the skin.
leaves me breathless.
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it sounds like cotton balls just after i have stuffed them in my ears, like the moment just before the cold front hits, like the sound you make by not walking in the deep snow and like the inside of submarine which has settled to the sea floor after the cable snaps.
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i would whine for it, if it wouldn't shatter before it arrived.
there is no shushing the squawk. short of throttling it.
which gets more and more attractive by the day.
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oldephebe
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i love it
don't be afraid of it in your relationships or other social transactions...it's all good.
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oldephebe
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i love it
don't be afraid of it in your relationships or other social transactions...it's all good.
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three words
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complaints sound_of_silence request
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gun! at the disco
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yesterday
on the comedown from the night out, we walked through the silent streets,
wrapping the comfort and relief of it around ourselves.
sat in the nearly deserted train station, just a girl huddled with her dog on a bench,
a few abstracted trains to disturb the emptiness.
we could hear music in the movement of the trains and in the silence, nodding absently until we noticed we were doing it.
walking through the empty station, up the stairs, on the platforms, round the building
just relieved it wasn't closed.
the quiet was beautiful, the sound of silence just an ethereal experience.
it was so peaceful after the mania of the club,
just chance to rest and appreciate the comfort of not moving, not thinking, just zoning.
the comedown itself was quite bleak
but in a 'right' way
like it was the appropriate yin to our crazy yang.
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TROUBLESUM
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MY EARS ARE FARTING WITH SILENCE
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pete
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ahh.. my roommate bought a trumpet with his tax return.. he doesn't know how to play it and plans on teaching it to himself.. another roommate has a drum kit that he enjoys playing "as loud as possible".. and the final one forgets that bass eats through walls and does his best to drown the other two out.. now what is this "silence" thing?
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such a beautiful song.
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hsg
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the definition of beyond beauty
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Lemon_Soda
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Is the music the language of emotion?
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Safe
Content
Looking forward
Hand in hand
I do know the feeling
I do recognize the signs
I am not afraid
well, more times than I am
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and i remember
tha't'll be okay
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The Sound Of Silence (3:08) MIDI
P. Simon, 1964
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 turn 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 shared
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 sound of silence
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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