No Sounds of Any Kind Please, Even Silence

The Sounds of Silence By: Simon & Garfunkle 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 streetlamp 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 No one dare Disturb the sound 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 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciERzSFRwzk --------------------------------------------------------- With a Little Salt and Lime Hello Jose my old friend I've come to guzzle you again The party started before afternoon I started sipping on you far too soon My last SENTENCE I fear was slightly slurred (Vision blurred) Forgot to EEEET----my breakfast They look with pity upon me 'Can't hold his liquor', they agree Now I'm weaving when I try to walk Senseless babble when I try to talk Then I feel the NEEEED to flee to an old-oak-tree (To heave and pee) but cannot LOOOZE---- my breakfast Did not like his tone at all Got myself into a brawl I quickly put him in his rightful place Broke his knuckles with my pretty face Shoulda’ had my OOOATS but didn't so alas! (I kiss the grass) and now my ASSSS----is breakfast In the morning I awake moaning with a bad headache Bright-sun glaring through the window pane I whine and whimper in my wretched pain In the next room a TV-is-blaring and screams in my pounding-ear (No thank you dear) Believe I'll PASS on----breakfast *Moral of the story: Never drink before noon OR on an empty stomach...