Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden - Boyd Rice

If I had a pistol to hold in my hand

I'd hunt down and silence the good humour man

I'd pour sticky ice cream all over his wound

And stop him forever from playing his tune

For silence is golden on a soft summers day

It's a pity to let strangers take it away

If ever I get me a license to kill

I'll war on the jukebox and jackhammer till

The wind and rain rust up all their parts

And the worms and the woodchucks dissect their hearts

For silence is golden and hard to be found

And killed far too often by the jackhammer's sound

If diesels and dump trucks and gossips were words

I'd feed them like kernels of corn to the birds

And then all the thumping and bumping and pounds

Would come out forever like pretty bird sounds

For silence is golden and soft as a tear

The soft sound of empty is the next voice you'll hear