Музикална игра

Условието е просто, имаме текст от песен на който за всеки следващ ред (а ако е къс или не е много логичен може да се включи и следващия) се слага по една снимка, която да допълва текста. Нарочно не слагам темата във Флуда, защото от предишен опит съм забелязъл, че една песен и до половината не може да изкараме.

Още 2 уточнения. Картинките да са с максимална големина 800х600, ако са по-големи ги давайте като линк.
Ако имате затруднения със намирането на хост, форума предлага персонални галерии, където да качвате снимките си.

И тъй като съм инициатора, ето ви една песничка която не ми излиза от акъла. Избрах я не защото съм пристрастен, ами защото има интересен текс, за който (поне според мен) могат да се изберат доста интересни картинки. Have fun.

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive 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 whisperd in the sounds of silence.

Ive come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

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 where stabbed by the flash of

A neon light

that split the night

And touched the sound of silence.