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Disturbed - Now That’s What I Call Music! 117 - The Sound of Silence (CYRIL remix)
Now That’s What I Call Music! 117
Disc 1
01. Stick Season
02. Beautiful Things
03. Lose Control
04. Yes, And?
05. Greedy
06. Get Him Back!
07. Used to Be Young
08. Strangers
09. Water
10. Agora Hills
11. Alibi
12. On My Love
13. Never Be Alone
14. Won’t Forget You
15. We Ain’t Here for Long
16. Pink Friday Girls
17. Nice to Meet You
18. Bad Woman
19. No California
20. A Little More Lost
21. Feather
22. Hold On to Now
23. Loneliness
24. Murder on the Dancefloor
Disc 2
01. Dizzy
02. Houdini
03. Lovin on Me
04. Lil Boo Thang
05. Can’t Get Enough
06. Body Moving
07. Worth It.
08. Nothing Matters
09. Take Me Home, Country Roads
10. One of Your Girls
11. Dance Alone
12. Spicy Margarita
13. When We Were Young (The Logical Song)
14. Heart Still Beating
15. Shooting Star
16. Strong Enough
17. Bitter Sweet Love
18. Just Another Rainbow
19. The Sound of Silence (CYRIL remix)
20. Heather on the Hill
21. Head Underwater
22. Lighthouse
23. All Out of Fight
24. All the Love That I Ever Needed
25. This Life
26. Unwritten
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 streetlamp
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 dare 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
And 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

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 dare disturb the sound of silence