The hosts of the show: Vladimir Ilinskiy, Olga Palna
The guests of the show: Lena Andrianova
Sounds of Silence (Sounds of Silence, 1966)
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 share And no one deared 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 signs said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
You Can Tell the World (Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.)
Well you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell'em what the master has done Tell'em that the gospel has come Tell'em that the victory's been won He brought joy,joy,joy,joy,joy,joy, Into my heart Well my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the flames that burn in hell Yes he did, yes he did Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes he did, yes he did Talked about the children of Israel Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart (repat 1st verse) Well my Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy joy, joy into my heart (repeat 1st verse) Well I don't know but I've been told Yes he did, yes he did Streets of heaven are paved with gold Yes he did, yes he did Now the Jordan River is chilly and wide Yes he did, yes he did I got a home on the other side Yes he did, yes he did He brought joy,joy,joy into my heart (repeat 1st verse)
Bleecker Street (Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.)
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleeker Street A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleeker Street I head a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Caanan On Bleeker Street Bleeker Street
The Times They Are a-Changin' (Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.)
Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start Swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesise with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
I Am a Rock (Sounds of Silence, 1966)
A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.
Kathy's Song (Sounds of Silence, 1966)
I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To England where my heart lies. My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep And kiss you when you start your day. And as a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme. And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you. And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I.
Red Rubber Ball (Old Friends, 1997)
I should have known you'd bid me farewell. There's a lesson to be learned from this and I learned it very well Now I know you're not the only starfish in the sea. If I never hear your name again it's all the same to me. And I think it's gonna be all right. Yeah, the worst is over, Now the morning sun is shining like a Red Rubber Ball. You never cared for secrets I'd confide. For you I'm just an ornament, Something for your pride. Always running, never caring, That's the life you live. Stolen minutes of your time were all you had to give. And I think it's gonna be all right. Yeah, the worst is over, Now the morning sun is shining like a Red Rubber Ball. The story's in the past with nothing to recall. I've got my life to live and I don't need you at all. The roller coaster ride we took is nearly at an end. I bought my ticket with my tears, that's all I'm gonna spend. And I think it's gonna be all right. Yeah, the worst is over, Now the morning sun is shining like a Red Rubber Ball.
We've Got a Groovy Thing Goin (Sounds of Silence, 1966)
Bad news, bad news! I heard you're packing to leave! I come arunning right over; I just couldn't believe it, I just couldn't believe it. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. I never done you no wrong, I never hit you when you're down, I always gave you good loving, I never ran around, I never ran around. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. There's something you ought to know If you're fixing to go, I can't make it without you; No no no no, no, no, no, no, No no no no, no, no, no. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing.
A Poem on the Underground Wall (Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme, 1966)
The last train is nearly due, The underground is closing soon, And in the dark deserted station, Restless in anticipation, A man waits in the shadows. His restless eyes leap and scratch, At all that they can touch or catch, And hidden deep within his pocket, Safe within its silent socket, He holds a colored crayon. Now from the tunnel's stony womb, The carriage rides to meet the groom, And opens wide and welcome doors, But he hesitates, then withdraws Deeper in the shadows. And the train is gone suddenly On wheels clicking silently Like a gently tapping litany, And he holds his crayon rosary Tighter in his hand. Now from his pocket quick he flashes, The crayon on the wall he slashes, Deep upon the advertising, A single worded poem comprised Of four letters. And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding The poem across the tracks rebounding Shadowed by the exit light His legs take their ascending flight To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.
We've Got a Groovy Thing Goin (Sounds of Silence, 1966)
Bad news, bad news! I heard you're packing to leave! I come arunning right over; I just couldn't believe it, I just couldn't believe it. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. I never done you no wrong, I never hit you when you're down, I always gave you good loving, I never ran around, I never ran around. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. There's something you ought to know If you're fixing to go, I can't make it without you; No no no no, no, no, no, no, No no no no, no, no, no. Oh, baby, baby You must be out of your mind. Do you know what you're kicking away? We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. We've got a groovy thing goin', baby, We've got a groovy thing. |