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Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones

 

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore, I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

 

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black

With flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Like a newborn baby, it just happens everyday

 

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

I see my red doorI must have it painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts

It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

 

No more will my green sea gord turn a deeper blue

I could not forsee this happening to you

If I look hard enough into the setting sun

My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

 

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

 

I want to see it painted, painted black

Black as night, black as coal

I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky

I want to see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sound Of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel

 

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 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 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 don't 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 it's 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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