Something Wonderful: The Sound of Silence
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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That came up in your suggested’s too? Freaking Oy tube.
Best memories are of canoe camping on the Delaware. You can see all the stars. Quiet as a church with the sound of the river in the background. Campfire throwing shadows and illuminating faces at peace. Good times
Was I the only one waiting for the “bang”?
Never mind. I’ll go back to my solitary cynicism.
In the 26 years I’ve owned my little trout camp up in the woods, not once have I had music playing, or any electronic noise, though many have asked for it. And why would I, as it would obliterate the sounds of silence. The harp piece, what we heard of it, was enjoyable.
I have been thoroughly startled by a deer, though, in the dark of night climbing the hill above my crick after a night of fishing. Broke an expensive flyrod, and destroyed the quiet of the night with curses.
John Venlet, thank you sir, for calling a crick a crick. Only parvenues around here say, “creeeek.”
Um, parvenus, unless they are girls and, thus, parvenues. Eighth grade French is a bitch after a vodka martini.
It’s hard to tell who was more starteled.
That was cute.
I guess it’s hard to maintain situational awareness while playing the harp.
If that harp had a side firing sawed off 12ga loaded with sabots and a proximity sensor….
John Venlet, thank you sir, for calling a crick a crick.
Well, Missy, creaks are only in stairs or old wooden floors.
Been many years since I’ve experienced silence, the constant ringing in my ears has forever stolen it.
Dirk
Sometimes I find I have a crick in my neck, although Richard Brautigan did find one for sale by the foot in the back of the hardware store.