Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for June 29, 2013

Silly pig…

Hello, darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk to you again… uh-huh in Rat’s case.

Even Paul Simon is taller than Rat.

I can do an imitation of Marcel Marceau over the phone.

I believe Sounds of Silence was the name of the album, and Sound of Silence was the name of the song?

Whcih came first? Simon and Garfunkel or John Cage?

Today’s frenetic Pig outburst against silence convinces me even beyond yesterday that he is high on some kind of upper, probably slipped to him by Rat, maybe in his morning orange juice….

I dunno. I kinda preferred Cylon and Garfunkel. ;-)

Wait until Sunday’s strip before you complete that thought. :) Overseas Stars & Stripes has run it already.

mrs robinson, you are trying to seduce me.

Yes, bring back MUSIC I can hum!!!!

Rat should jump off of the Bridge Over Troubled Waters.

Best playing Rat has ever done!

Because a vision softly creeping,Left its seeds while I was sleeping,And the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silence.

Strangely, that’s my most requested song whenever I offer to sing. Silent Night is #2.

If he played classical music, it’d be John Cage’s “4:33”.

Hey, Sounds of Silence was a favorite and Simon and Garfunkle we the greatest. and Yes it was the name of the song first.

Can you play Far, Far Away?

I prefer boysenberry more than any ordinary jam. I’m a citizen for boysenberry jam fan.

Just don’t ask him to play “Feelin’ Groovy.”

Hey, Rat! How ‘bout singing solo… So low we can’t hear you…

Can you sing tenor? Ten or twelve miles away?

Would he play “On a Slow Boat to China”? ‘Cause there’s one leaving in five minutes.

Saw that punch line coming a miiiiiiiiiiiiiile away………. ;-)

Love it Love it Love it!

xxx

Sir: You do not recognize true artistry.

I’m on Pig’s side!

my favorite s&g song!

If he wanted to do Cage’s 4′33″, he’d have to get it re-written for the guitar.

Hello darkness my old friend.. I’ve come to talk with you again.. because a vision softly creeping.. left it seeds while I was sleeping.. and the vision planted in my brain,still remains.. in the sounds of silence..