Sound of Silence - Parody #4

Sound of Silence

To the tune of “Sound of Silence” by Simon & Garfunkel

Written by CK

Hello bookdrop, my old friend.

I've come to collect you again.

Lurkers shifting softly scheming

Man in the corner loudly screaming

Says that visions were implanted in his brain

But we maintain

There must be sound of silence

As I roam I walk alone

Patrons ask me for headphones

In the lab they have set up camp

One yelling something about a leg cramp

When my eyes were burned by the flash of some pants too tight

That split on sight

I scream in sounds of silence

And all the naked girls I saw

Ten thousand of them, maybe more

People looking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People closing browsers as soon as I walk by

Like I’m a spy

And I scream on in silence

Fools, said I, you do not know

Inside there is no tobacco

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arm I’ll sic Pat Leach on you

But my words, on silent ears they fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people loudly played

Online games and serenade

No singing in the lab first warning

But they continue on performing

And a patron said, there are things smeared all over the bathroom walls

And in the stalls

And I scream in the sounds of silence

Original Lyrics

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 dared
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 sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence