by RHB785 » Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:43 am
Hello darknes 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 sounds 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,
Noone 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 tenament halls
And whispered in the sound of silence."
I first heard these words 51 years ago when I was 11 or 12 years old. They have ever been true, are still true today and will be long after I'm dead and gone. Let's hope the LAT/VLAT detractors think on these words and see the foolishness of their ideas and even buy some. I think we could at least afford a squadron of MATS (Bombardier CL-415s). They and our LATS/VLATS could be leased to other nations in our off season and I've been saying this for over 40 years now. My words always seemed to get lost in the sound of silence, especially when I've suggested these ideas to politicians at various functions.
Regards,
RHB.