Hello darkness my old friend.
The construction industry is slow again.
No more sounds of saws singing.
No more echoes of hammers ringing.
And the vision of all the money in their brains
No longer remains
With the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked through all
The empty streets with no alcohol.
In the stores I find empty racks.
I looked at the decaying railroad tracks,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a hotel light.
There's "Vacancy" tonight.
Rooms filled with the sound of silence.

In the Commission Meetings I saw
A hundred people, maybe more.
Some people talking without thinking.
What Would Jesus Do about all the drinking?
Campaign promises, in which, nobody cared.
But no one dared
To break the sound of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the Longhorn's steak that was just made.
And all the spirits were pouring.
The Bacchanalian revelry was roaring.
And the signs said, "East Ellijay" was just "15 miles" away,
And here you can stay.
And Fannin lives with the sound of silence.

WELL said!! - Simon & Garfunkel at it's best!!!

Hilarious A&A!! My wife got a kick out of it. One of the reasons I did this forum--for stuff that will never make it into the paper but belongs on a bumper sticker or t-shirt.

Well my only hope is that numerous bards of personal choice and liberty will rise up from the depths of oppression and sing out with one voice to let our county officials and the temperance zealots know that we will not be silenced, that we won't be bullied into backing down, that we will shine like a beacon of freedom on a hill, and that we won't go gently into that good night. And dying in our beds many years from now, would we be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our martinis, but they'll never take our FREEDOM!!