The terrible feeling of being alone in a crowd and being trapped under the open blue skies. Its so much more amplified by everything going on around one's self. The mind goes numb, the thoughts freeze.
At times like these there is nothing better than a pink floyd. Maybe these magical words can best relate to my mind......
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.
The song, written for sid barrett, remains a haunting one.
ReplyDeletesome people do not notice an inherent contradiction in the song...
Notice the pattern: Did you trade "good thing" for "bad thing"?
but in lines 3,4,5... the pattern is opposite! Take a look:
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?
:)
All said, agreed completely. Floyd's fuckin kicks ass!! ;)