Lyrics:
Some people might say my life is in a rut
I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more, but
I'm so happy I can't
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,
A candle flickers in a window
Two thousand miles away she waits there
There's a young man thinking by a window
How was she to know just how
listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk
PEOPLE TALK, YES, I THINK THEY KNOW.
I GUESS THAT IT MUST SHOW
WE'VE GONE AS FAR AS WE CAN GO.
THEY WALK BY AND THEY WHISPER LOW,
THE RUMOURS HAD TO FLOW.
walked away
Gave me your all, that wouldn't make me stay
Murdered my ego when you walked away
Hold on, this train going by
Free to do what you want
Now people seem to watch my footsteps as I go by
They shake their heads and say I'm riding high
But this thing has done drove me wild and now it's
me
And I hear people talk
Trying to make remarks keep us apart
But I don't even hear
I don't care
'Cause mama I'm in love with a criminal
Meet me on the wastelands - later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colorless place
to make a wrong move
I don't want to lose a good groove
So baby let's talk about it
Baby let's think
Isn't it love
Isn't it love that we are feeling
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
Meet me on the wastelands - later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colorless place
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
All my favorite songs are slow and sad
All my favorite people make me mad
Everything that feels so good is bad, bad, bad (hey, hey)
All my
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,
colorful clothes
My happiness de
No more will my grey sea turn a deeper blue
I cannot foresee this thing happening to you
No
I see people walking by
Adrian came home again last summer
Things just haven't been the same 'round here
And people talk
And people stare
Oh, Adrian, come out and play
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick
He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you
know I heard a mean, yeah
Always in trouble people
Lord, they just won't let me be
The people talk about me
Both night and day
I said, Lord,
the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for
With the people I'd die for
This the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for
This
Talk to myself again
All alone on my own
Walk by the sale again
Just to see what people see
Count your stars, grow cold
And I'm so from home
So turn
Protect you from the voices
Protect from the visions
Protect you from the silence
For another day
These modern people
They sure know how to live
monster
He talks to ya like he's alive
And when he talks like bees to a hive
The people come runnin, the older and the young'in
The place he lives in is
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