The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
Paul SimonI don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.
Paul SimonA man walks down the street. It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the third world. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the language. He holds no currency. He is a foreign man. He is surrounded by the sound, sound of cattle in the marketplace, scatterlings and orphanages. He looks around, around he sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity and he says, "Amen" and "Hallelujah!
Paul Simon