technoguppy
Supercharged
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to put you down again
Because of weather softly creeping
Now is the time you're best left sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, you sit alone
Down no streets of cobblestone
Not even the halo of a warm heat lamp
Tucked under a cover from the cold and damp
Though my eyes dreamt of the flash of your neon lights
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence
And in my naked bike I saw
Soon would be the April thaw
People pointing without speaking
Drivers hearing without listening
Other riders wishing one like mine but never shared
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence
"Tools!" said I, "You do not know
Desire to ride like a cancer grows
Hear my engine that you might see me
Brakes, I pray, that I don't reach thee
But in my heart, like silent pistons, fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the Triumph Rocket they displayed
And the fob flashed out its warning
In the signals it was forming
And the sign said, "Time for a battery tender because it's dead,
And the exhaust whispered nothing but the sound of silence"
I've come to put you down again
Because of weather softly creeping
Now is the time you're best left sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, you sit alone
Down no streets of cobblestone
Not even the halo of a warm heat lamp
Tucked under a cover from the cold and damp
Though my eyes dreamt of the flash of your neon lights
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence
And in my naked bike I saw
Soon would be the April thaw
People pointing without speaking
Drivers hearing without listening
Other riders wishing one like mine but never shared
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence
"Tools!" said I, "You do not know
Desire to ride like a cancer grows
Hear my engine that you might see me
Brakes, I pray, that I don't reach thee
But in my heart, like silent pistons, fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the Triumph Rocket they displayed
And the fob flashed out its warning
In the signals it was forming
And the sign said, "Time for a battery tender because it's dead,
And the exhaust whispered nothing but the sound of silence"
but I'm going to be ready. Cheers.
