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[Jul. 11th, 2006|02:22 pm]
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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.

-- Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here"

RIP, Syd Barrett. Even though this wasn't written by him, the album was written reflecting on the tremendous struggle he had after gaining the fame and fortune he co-created with his band.

[User Picture]From: urlgirl
2006-07-11 06:38 pm (UTC)
One thing that always struck me was that the remaining three of them (and Gilmour, later) seemed to always love and take care of Syd, and tried to protect him a great deal. That always touched me. Their story, I think, was also the impetus for my own lifelong fascination with mental illness and the nature of reality. R.I.P. indeed, Syd.
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[User Picture]From: cogshiftingman
2006-07-11 06:54 pm (UTC)
Classic in every sense of the word.
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