Cover di Meddle

Echoes
Track n° 6 of the album Meddle

Recorded in 1971 by Pink Floyd. (23:32 min)

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
And no one speaks and no one tries
And no one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
Echoes
Well, these are the Pink Floyd, I would say.
 
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Hey! You Gene, EuGene, after Syd came Roger and the Pink Floyd. To stay awake. I could listen to them all night and never be satisfied, and I wonder: what makes a piece of music genius, rendering it immortal? Perhaps the anguished feeling that transforms into lyrical abandonment, yes, you got it 'lyrical' like certain classical pieces, because this obsessive labyrinth of notes as images is the perfect fusion of sounds clear as crystal with sudden rips that seem like an extreme farewell. Music as feeling, protest, interpretation of reality, visionary and illuminated, triumph and evolution, the courage to be heroes in a shit world, unique and intrepid like we all wish we could be, like you. Thank you Pink ahhhhh Floyd
 
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