Back in high-school I used to think this was a song about culture-wide imposition of a tendency towards self censorship on people who perceive themselves to be provisionally members of important groups, and how it makes us all vastly more vulnerable to advertising and content TV when we are afraid to talk things over with our peers for fear we’ll be excluded or attacked or made fun of for it.
Now I’m pretty sure it was a prediction of the coming world of Smart Phone Zombies always tweeting and checking their tumblrs for signs of heresy.
We need a sequel called the “fulminating color-storm of noise”
Hello Silence, I was wrong
The nothing prospers with you gone
Conversations without meaning
Touching letters, we are leaning
And the knowledge will not nest in these words we carve
Our minds shall starve with nigh a trace of silence.
In crushing mobs I flowed alone
Weighed by sins I long thought atoned
Passing chili dogs and flat screens
My eyes slid by the blurry night scenes
Oh my eyes were myopic
So the text was all I could see
Read emptily
Beyond the reach of silence
And round this vapid scrawl I heard
The song of man and car and bird
An ersatz choir with no rhythm
A toneless shudder in my ear drum
People singing sounds
Their ears strain to ignore
Drown out this bore
Wailing though dumb as silence.
“Fools” I thumbed, “you do not know
Our network lines us up in rows
Quote this post that I am sharing
Not the meme at which you’re staring”
But my voice, like pebbles in a bowl
Had no control to appeal for silence
And the people flowed and slogged
Along the avenue some jogged
And the network dropped to two bars
So I glanced up at the old cars
The drunken pressure of the mob slurred:
“The lights of the city
have blotted out the distant stars
to aid these cars”
That search in vain for silence.
Wow, that was an experience. Especially since I was around when the original first showed up. Kinda like the manly men replacing the pajama boys. Similarly in these days of the triumph of the Prog-Borg, undertones of Orwell’s “rough men” defending their borders.
I dunno. A manlier voice just makes it seem more emo to me.
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to skulk in you again
I will not answer to a bat signal
Because it wasn’t in the original
Still Gotham’s criminal element will meet its end
When I descend
With vigilante vi’lence…
Well, I must say that writing this after noting Jan 27, 1967 in a different thread whining about Challenger, and anticipating the non-Democratic Mud Wrestling contests scheduled soon tonight, I felt moved.
Anyone know what Silverlight is? My computer keeps asking me to update it when I visit this site.
It’s Microsoft’s media engine, a counterpart to Java or {{{shudder}}} Flash.
Back in high-school I used to think this was a song about culture-wide imposition of a tendency towards self censorship on people who perceive themselves to be provisionally members of important groups, and how it makes us all vastly more vulnerable to advertising and content TV when we are afraid to talk things over with our peers for fear we’ll be excluded or attacked or made fun of for it.
Now I’m pretty sure it was a prediction of the coming world of Smart Phone Zombies always tweeting and checking their tumblrs for signs of heresy.
We need a sequel called the “fulminating color-storm of noise”
Hello Silence, I was wrong
The nothing prospers with you gone
Conversations without meaning
Touching letters, we are leaning
And the knowledge will not nest in these words we carve
Our minds shall starve with nigh a trace of silence.
In crushing mobs I flowed alone
Weighed by sins I long thought atoned
Passing chili dogs and flat screens
My eyes slid by the blurry night scenes
Oh my eyes were myopic
So the text was all I could see
Read emptily
Beyond the reach of silence
And round this vapid scrawl I heard
The song of man and car and bird
An ersatz choir with no rhythm
A toneless shudder in my ear drum
People singing sounds
Their ears strain to ignore
Drown out this bore
Wailing though dumb as silence.
“Fools” I thumbed, “you do not know
Our network lines us up in rows
Quote this post that I am sharing
Not the meme at which you’re staring”
But my voice, like pebbles in a bowl
Had no control to appeal for silence
And the people flowed and slogged
Along the avenue some jogged
And the network dropped to two bars
So I glanced up at the old cars
The drunken pressure of the mob slurred:
“The lights of the city
have blotted out the distant stars
to aid these cars”
That search in vain for silence.
Greetings:
Wow, that was an experience. Especially since I was around when the original first showed up. Kinda like the manly men replacing the pajama boys. Similarly in these days of the triumph of the Prog-Borg, undertones of Orwell’s “rough men” defending their borders.
But now, I have to get back to my fantasyland.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upbAbcTCDwA&list=PLAai7AXwvr5LpfFpFlSfoBumaUJyOjivB
I dunno. A manlier voice just makes it seem more emo to me.
I saw Emo Hipster Batman open for the Sex Pistols in 1947.
But to be serious for a moment…
Sid, Glen, Steve, Paul and Johnny were giving an implied performance since none of them would be born for another 8 years.
Yeah, Hipster Emo Batman opened for them almost a decade before they were born. BEFORE THEY WERE COOL JUST WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH for Hipster Emo Batman.
i don’t hear anything
BIFF! POW! URK!
I’ve never equated manly men with earrings and face jewelry myself, more like, well yes, disturbed.
Unless you’re a pirate of course, then an earring might be OK.
Otherwise, kinda reminds me of this: https://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=ir5ocINR7eg
Well, I must say that writing this after noting Jan 27, 1967 in a different thread whining about Challenger, and anticipating the non-Democratic Mud Wrestling contests scheduled soon tonight, I felt moved.