Chalk up the three songs that you are about to receive to excess travel
and sitting in too many airports and holding patterns, too many hours,
during too many thunderstorms this week.  However, I did get some
reviewing of stories done, and these songs, so be gentle.

This first song is based upon the song, "The Sound of Silence" by Simon
and Garfunkel.  This one was a request, by Sandra, to do something with
a favorite song, so it is dedicated to her.  I envisioned it as
something by Adama, when he entered one of his contemplative moods.   I
hope she, and you, enjoy it.

"The Sound of Cylons"
Simon and Garfunkel

Lords of Kobol, my old friends
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Because of sounds of Cylons.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Broken streets of molten stone
Beneath 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 blaster light
That split the night
Caused by the sound of Cylons.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten billion people, maybe more
People crying and not speaking
People dying and not living
People writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dare
Oppose the sound of Cylons.

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Cylons like a cancer grow."
"Hear my words that I might reach you,
Take my arms that I might lead you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the treaty god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: "The words of the traitors
Are written on the broken walls
And blasted halls,
And whisper'd by the sound of Cylons"

--
Randy J. Jost
rjost@zianet.com
Saturday, August 8, 1998