“So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.”
July 12th, 2006 at 2:36 pm you know, Pink Floyd was one one of a few musical tastes of yours I never acquired.
July 12th, 2006 at 9:35 pm yep, yep, yep….it was a serious musical wasteland back then. Plus, I’ve always had a soft spot for certain melancholy songs of theirs - “Wish You Were Here” for some reason being one of them. It is curious though, (and probably the reason I noted his death) that none of his songs come to mind - it’s the music that was written “for” him from the band…