[Sung to the tune of The Sound Of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel]
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Your people talk of you again,
Because of visions they are not seeing,
Out in the open but still not seeing,
As divisions of what's unseen in the brain
Still remain
Thanks to their God of Science.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone;
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
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
Thanks to their God of Science.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
People living without breathing,
People touching without feeling,
People writing code for programs in the brain
Which would explain
Their mighty God of Science.
"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Science like a cancer grows;
Hear my words that I might teach you;
Take my arms that I might reach you,"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of Science.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed 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 worshipped was the God of Science.
[Copyright 2025 Paul Simon / Thomas L. Carlos]
