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was thinking about Simon and Garfunkle the other day (gee, ya think? I had a whole thread on em :) - At any rate I wanted to rewrite the sound of silence song for today. Here is the original re-write - needs some work but I am at work and keep getting distracted (damn work anyway!).
SO...I thought I would turn the whole thing over to the bright minds of DU to do what I can't, make it good.
Hello oil, my old friend, I've come to war for you again, Because of lies softly creeping, We had this war while the people were sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of violence.
In restless dreams I walked alone Bombing streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a stolen crown, I turned my sites to the oil in iraq When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a napalm light That split the iraqi night And touched the sound of Violence.
And in the burning light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People dying without speaking, People hearing my plans here without listening, People protesting with voices they can't make me hear And no one dare Disturb the sound of my violence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know violence like a savior grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like bombs fell, And echoed In the wells of violence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon bush 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 in these hallowed walls And congress halls." And whisper'd in the sounds of violence.
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