*I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.
…snip…
I’ve got wild staring eyes
I’ve got a strong urge to fly
But I’ve got nowhere to fly to *
…so. When’s the last time Roger et.al. read your mind and put what they found to music?
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You’ll find my favorite axe.
Don’t look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
I keep trying to turn away from the pain and damn troubles, but I never succeed.
I often find myself thinking “how I wish you were here” … like just last week, when I realized that it’s been over a year already since my friend Chuck died. That’s the Floyd lyric/song that winds up in my head the most.
Big man, pig man
A-ha, charade you are’
(Hubby just got a new research job involving pigs)
You know that I care what happens to you,
and I know that you care for me,
so I don’t feel alone,
or the weight of the stone,
now that I’ve found somewhere safe
to bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
a shelter from pigs on the wing.
Silence in the studio.
I use that all the time.
Run rabbit run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don’t sit down, it’s time to dig another one
Moderately buzzed three years ago, New Years. We were blasting Animals for some strange reason.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes,
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time.
And far from flying high in clear blue skies,
I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd… 
…you are only coming through in waves…
I’ve got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
CAREFUL WITH THAT AXE, EUGENE!
Strangers passing in the street,
By chance to separate glances meet,
And I am you and what I see is me.
[quote]
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
[quote]
Well, not recent but Auguest brought it up. When I was a teen (back during the 70’s) a friend girl of mine’s dad LOVED pink floyd. He bought all their albums.
He gets the latest and lays down on his sofa with headphones turned up listening.
We are in the over garage rumpus room when we hear his screech …
he had “careful with that Axe Eugene” at full volume …
heh
I tink he came straight up offa the couch when the scream came.
As for myself, I’ve never been able to take politicians seriously after “the paper holds their folded faces to the floor … And everyday, the paper brings more”.
'cause it DOES.
You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need,
You gotta sleep on your toes, when you’re on the street,
Got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
(Best Pink Floyd song - ever)
But this also offers the perfect opportunity to a question that occured to me again the other day:
In Pigs on the Wing, Part 1, he sings “We would zigzag our way, through the boredom and pain, wondering which of the ______ to blame”. Now, every lyric sheet I’ve ever seen has said that “buggers” goes in the blank, but it doesnt sound like buggers to me - before I had seen lyrics, I thought he was saying “brothers” and even listening to it knowing that it should be “buggers” it doesn’t click. Anyone else feel this way?
A momentary lapse of reason
that binds a life to a life
A small regret, you won’t forget,
There’ll be no sleep in here tonight
Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
…snip…
While you were hanging yourself on someone else’s words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
…snip…
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
That sonofabitch Waters totally ripped off the last few years of my life! I demand retribution! I demand royalties! … What’s that?.. What?.. They sang this in 1994?
Well, … damn.