Hi there tiny friends.  How’s it going this week?

How’s your week been so far?  Do you work outside with a totally insufferable giggling biblette who brags about using men for money?  Do you often consider hanging yourself with a garden hose.  Me too. Me too, boo.  I got you.

Daddy’s here.

Anywho, I’ve been saving this one up for a while so let’s get to it, I suppose.

Look.  Disturbed.  Well, Disturbed is a real thing aren’t they?  It wasn’t good enough for them to be lulzy nu-metal from the early aughts, nope..  David Draiman, the labret chin spike motherfucker is seriously probably better known for his all block caps twitter rants.

Before he quit twitter due to the haters (RIP in peace), he actually blocked myself and Scotty Floronic because I made a jackass wisecrack about him having body jewelry stock and a gum recession specialist in his tour rider.  He did not find that joke funny.

So he did what anyone hard core metal dude would do, called me a whore in all block caps, said I should kill myself and blocked me.  Point taken little dude.  Point taken.

The internet is really fucked up for that stuff right, like..  People getting their posteriors injured and freaking the fuck out.  I was recently threatened with violence because I made a Futurama joke online and the dude said he wanted to “stone” me to death, because, yeah, that’s the appropriate response when humor isn’t to your taste, just threaten violene.  Makes sense.

Explains why I get so rowdy when anyone starts talking about Ricky Gervais or Amy Schumer.

Anywho, I thought I would share for you a special TRASH edition of Trash/Thrash Tuesday with Disturbed’s cover of “Sound of Silence” which actually isn’t bad for the first little bit until it turns so fucking lulzy.

Hello darkness, my old friend
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 within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath 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 neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening

People writing songs
That voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools, ” said I, “you do not know
Silence, like a cancer, grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And the words that it was forming

And the sign said,
“The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.”
And whispered in the sound of silence

Also, I think what happened here is that a shitload of metalheads who had never heard this actual song in its original form went fucking loco, and I mean for obvious reasons, this song is very beautiful.  The bit from Watchmen that used this track when they bury the Comedian is pretty rad.

Anyways that’s my theory..  a bunch of edgelord MetalInjection readers got their dicks hard over a Simon and Garfunkel song and then had to praise Disturbed..  blah blah blah.  Rinse repeat.  The Disturbed cover isn’t bad, I guess, if you’re fifteen and haven’t heard any music.

Anyways, since I don’t wanna burst too many bubbles here, I’m gonna leave you fuckers with a positive note, here’s a way better cover of Sound of Silence:

Thanks James Blake. You rad.