Post by jim44444 on Oct 31, 2022 2:34:45 GMT -5
Hello 4 AM, my old friend
Yuo've come to talk with me again
A damnable vision hotly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the bed of silence
In restless dreams, I walked with her
Down streets of pleasure sure.
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my gaze to her cold beauty
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the bed of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand me's, maybe more
We were talking without speaking
We were hearing without listening
We were writing songs that voices never shared
I never dared
Disturb the bed of silence
"Fool", said you, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear our words that we might teach you
Take our arms that we might reach you"
But your words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the bed 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
In forum posts"
And whispered in the beds of silence
My apologies to Paul Simon.
Yuo've come to talk with me again
A damnable vision hotly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the bed of silence
In restless dreams, I walked with her
Down streets of pleasure sure.
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my gaze to her cold beauty
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the bed of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand me's, maybe more
We were talking without speaking
We were hearing without listening
We were writing songs that voices never shared
I never dared
Disturb the bed of silence
"Fool", said you, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear our words that we might teach you
Take our arms that we might reach you"
But your words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the bed 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
In forum posts"
And whispered in the beds of silence
My apologies to Paul Simon.
