Sing Song Silence, Tell Tale Tapping

There are times when I need to sing. Like thirst, I can postpone its sating for a time, but not forever. Often this is because I am sitting at my desk in my cemetery-silent office.

So, instead of singing, I do everything I can but sing. I motion the words or the rhythm with my lips and tongue. I type the words at the same pace at which I'd be giving them voice. I bob my head, rock my body and, if I'm careful not to shake the plywood floor or the plastic cubicle walls, I even settle into a salacious tapping of my heel.

To actually break out into song would be to stab at the heart of this unsuspecting, sleepy beast of an environment. So I tip-toe around it, slaking my thirst but leaving the beast on its throne.

Until the revolution comes!

"There will come a time when everybody who is lonely will be free to sing and dance and love...There will come a time when you can even take your clothes off when you dance."
- Frank "who cares if it's satire" Zappa