— Rants are my fruits —
Rants are my fruits that grow in the tree of my mind.
I just need something to rant about, and I feel all the ranting going on in the world today, is just white noise. White noise is an annoying noise, it’s something I want drown out/gate out of recordings.
They say white noise is full of all of the spectrum of acoustical sound, … I find it annoying.
I guess I can rant of getting rid of white noise, through a noise gate… naahhh I don’t want to get too technical, I would have to teach, instead of rant.
I don’t know why I brought up white noise, they say it’s relaxing, it can be compared to heavy rain. Which I find relaxing, but heavy rain is a visual stimulant too. It can be explained for the noise, that you hear.
Well I guess I came up with the white noise trying to explain all the vies for power in the news and elections today, and they continue on that dim road towards a goal of a better world, but it only grows darker instead of brighter. There are many new toys to awe you and marvel you, but never any solutions to the problems they create.
If the toys and modern marvels were a salvation, instead of a trick, then there would be something to hope for, but alas they bring despair with every computer glitch or broken heart.
I guess this rant is my noise gate on the world, if I set the threshold high, I get a pure silence… an eery silence.
I could flip the silence like a Morse code …. S O S
dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot
No, I don’t want to do that… it’s spreading despair throughout the world too.
Silence is golden, I’d be better to spread gold instead of silver… but I like silver.
I gave my soul the silence that it craved by doing this rant, so I feel sane, at least… maybe not by the reader, or maybe yes by the reader.
We all are sane, it’s all the noise in this world that drives us crazy.
Oh, don’t it hurt deep inside
To see someone do something’ to her?
Oh, don’t it pain to see someone cry?
Oh especially when someone is her
Silence is golden
But my eyes’ still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see
A talkin’ is cheap, people follow like sheep
Even though there is nowhere to go
How could she tell he deceived her so well
Pity she’ll be the last one to know
Silence is golden
But my eyes’ still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see
How many times did she fall for his line?
Should I tell her or should I keep cool?
And if I tried I know she’ll say I lied
Mind your business, don’t hurt her, you fool
Silence is golden
But my eyes’ still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see
But my eyes’ still see
But my eyes’ still see