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Oh by the way, which one’s Pink?

Pink Floyd has created some of the best music and have written some of the most thoughtful and poetic lyrics that I have been exposed to yet. But, I used to hate Pink Floyd and more than the band I used to despise the people who (apparently) blindly echoed their songs. You ask why? Well, […]

Pink Floyd has created some of the best music and have written some of the most thoughtful and poetic lyrics that I have been exposed to yet. But, I used to hate Pink Floyd and more than the band I used to despise the people who (apparently) blindly echoed their songs.

You ask why? Well, because, their songs forced mi to think and ask questions. Every time I heard them they implored mi to a call to arms, a call to arms to the lost cause of my comfortably numb mind. I was forced to take a long hard look at what I was running after, with each passing moment growing shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Was I becoming just another brick in the wall? When I looked into the mirror I saw the look in my eyes, like black holes in the sky and I reminisced of the time when I shone like a diamond. When I heard them, I could see what society was doing to itself, leading ourselves through pastures green, with bright knives we releaseth our own soul.

My soul asked mi where I was when it was being burnt and broken and I did not offer any answers, for to offer an excuse would have been akin to a confession of guilt but then so was my silence. And if there was one song that stood out and really raked my mind it was “Wish You Were Here“, I always heard it coming from my soul asking mi questions, imploring mi to change sides and come back to life.

I know and I have finally accepted that it is different for everyone and that is why the (apparently) above. But, I wish you were here.

I know I cannot possibly comprehend what it means to you but I also know that you cannot understand what it means to mi, after all we all live in our own universes. Though, I wish you were here.

The sad part is that we as a society have become completely intolerant towards each others universes and are unwilling to have a shared vision based on a little forethought, a little compassion, a little love and beer to fill in the gaps. How I wish you were here!

Wish You Were Here

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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

~ Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd from the album Wish You Were Here.

P.S. Thank you for the music Mr. Pink 😛

P.P.S. I have had a similar grudge with Bob Dylan and a couple of others 😉