LowComDom Performances Presents
Sound of Neeping
Simon and Garfunkel's "Sound of Silence"
Hello Helpdesk, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a virus softly sneaking, Blued my screen while I was working, And the virus that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of neeping.
In restless dreams I teched alone Full-up queues of brainless drones, 'gnore the cries of a brainless chump, I turned my keyboard to the log and dump When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a blinking light That split the night And touched the sound of neeping.
And in the CentreVue I saw Ten thousand starfish, maybe more. Starfish talking without thinking, Starfish hearing without listening, Starfish making calls that make all techs despair And no one dare Disturb the sound of neeping.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know Starfish like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Read my mails that I might reach you." But my words like silent teardrops fell, And echoed In the wells of neeping
And the people screamed and howled To the techie god they called. And the screen flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the screen said, "The words of the techies are written in the F1 docs not on Helpdesk clocks." And whisper'd in the sounds of neeping.