The album "Wish You Were Here," written well after the departure of Barrett from the group, was supposedly about him.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Shine on you crazy diamond
Syd Barrett, "troubled genius" and founder of Pink Floyd, is dead at 60.
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When you were young, you shone like the sun....
Pink Floyd's music is and always will be spiritual to me. Its been about the struggle to live healthily and steadily earning each step along the way. And from time to time, finding moments of paridise.
I've always found this song so moving:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys 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 heros 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.
I thought he was already dead.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
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