One of my teachers in high school would spend the first 30 minutes or so of the day singing songs with the class everyday. He had flip-files full of song lyrics and we'd go around the class choosing one that he would play on his guitar and we'd all (or most really) sing along with. It was really cool, even if only to do be doing less work :P There were a lot Beatles, Bob Dylan and Cat Stevens songs and others from that era, and though it wasn't quite the music I liked (I'm still not a fan of the Beatles), this was one of those stuck out. I came across it on my Facebook feed this morning, and reading the lyrics again after many years, I see know of course that there's WAY more implications in the words than what I felt/thought 10 years ago! At the same, thinking back I can see now how it was one of those early "calls to awaken", as soft a call as it was (almost silent, one might say ;D ). Intentionally or not, the lyrics almost perfectly describe what it's like to wake to the stark reality of the world we live in, at least in my opinion :)
_https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4
_https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4
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 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 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"
[/quite]