{title: The sound of silence}
{artist: Simon & Garfunkel}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 105}
{key: Ebm}
{meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06}
{comment: 4/4, 4 = 105}
[Ebm]
{start_of_part: Intro}
[Ebm]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
Hello, darkness, my old [Db]friend, I've come to talk with you a[Ebm]gain
Because a vision softly [Cb] cree[Gb]ping
Left its seeds while I was [Cb] slee[Gb]ping
And the [Cb]vision that was planted in my [Gb]brain
still re[Gb]mains [Ebm]
[Gb] Within the [Db]sound of [Ebm]silence
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{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
In restless dreams, I walked a[Db]lone, narrow streets of cobble[Ebm]stone
'Neath the halo of a [Cb] street [Gb]lamp
I turned my collar to the [Cb]cold and [Gb]damp
When my [Cb]eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon [Gb]light
that split the [Gb]night [Ebm]
[Gb] And touched the [Db]sound of [Ebm]silence
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{start_of_verse: Verse 3}
And in the naked light, I [Db]saw
Ten thousand people, maybe [Ebm]more
People talking with[Cb]out spea[Gb]king
People hearing with[Cb]out liste[Gb]ning
People writing [Cb]songs that voices never [Gb]shared
And no one [Gb]dared [Ebm]
Disturb the [Db]sound of [Ebm]silence
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{start_of_verse: Verse 4}
"Fools," said I, "You do not [Db]know
Silence, like a cancer, [Ebm]grows
Hear my words that I might [Cb] teach [Gb]you
Take my arms that I might [Cb] reach [Gb]you"
But my [Cb]words, like silent raindrops, [Gb]fell
[Gb] [Ebm]
And [Gb]echoed in the [Db]wells of [Ebm]silence
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{start_of_verse: Verse 5}
And the people bowed and [Db]prayed
To the neon god they [Ebm]made
And the sign flashed out its [Cb] war[Gb]ning
In the words that it was [Cb] for[Gb]ming
And the sign said, "The [Cb]words of the prophets
are written on the subway [Gb]walls, and tenement [Gb]halls [Ebm]
And [Gb]whispered in the [Db]sound of [Ebm]silence"
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{start_of_part: Outtro}
[Ebm]
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