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
