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Riding the wave. Staying balanced. Mentally unbalanced.
God took the supreme Light and hurled it into a prism. Everything that happened afterward is written on stone tablets and will remain in the collective memory, remain like a Comedy, like the insignificant Idylls of a certain Giacomo, He who whined because he lacked company.
But this is just a stroll on frost-covered grass, the sun is still far away.
Year 1987. "The Wall" had passed, but not fallen for me. The final cut had already happened and someone with unshareable and nihilistic ideas (in a sense), who went by the name of Roger Waters, had left the most beloved and well-known psychedelic group (not necessarily the best, a consideration made while looking at a cover with a muscle and a small inscription on it).
Again, year 1987. I open the dusty shelf and smile as caresses go and come through the gloomy air of my room. An old (well-aged like wine, or even better) LP, also dusty. Simple. Black. A color on the left, a prism in the center, a mystical rainbow on the right. The rest, space. Ozone hole. Hole's ozone.
White brick of about forty-three minutes. Divided into nine parts, which seems inappropriate to indicate through the hated track by track.
"Speak To Me".
"I've been mad for fucking years... very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."
Yes, and explain to me what this madness is. Aren't we humans all mad? Some don't want to admit it, others are closed off and impossible to see by all keen eyes. Tailored madness. Just to record an album and then we go back to being normal. Failed experiment, Waters. You got worse and created your little jewels. Oh poor you, you became alienated and mad, you did it for us, the unaware public. You deserve an ambiguous thank you.
Us and them. Time (it never stops, does it! Just like the bus in the morning...). Tempo tissues. Cold. Madness.
Ignoble association of words. Words associated like a dog's mess, perhaps. Without apparent meaning. Oh come on...
Irony of fate, today is Friday the thirteenth. Or maybe not. Time.
One day you get up and in the monotonous continuation of the evening, you read this review. Which is not a review.
A jumble of carefree thoughts, the product of an unusual individual who laid the last brick a long time ago.
Not all that glitters is gold. But the only natural thing that glitters in this world is just gold.
Always dear to me was this solitary hill
And this hedge, which from so much part
Of the final horizon excludes the view.
But sitting and gazing, unbounded
Spaces beyond it, and superhuman
Silences, and profoundest peace,
I feign in my thoughts, where a moment
My heart is not afraid. And when the wind
I hear rustling through this foliage, that
Infinite silence to this voice
I go comparing; and it awakens eternity,
And the dead seasons, and the present
And living, and her sound. So through this
Vastness drowns my thought:
And sinking in this sea is sweet to me.
Eclipsed by your own shadow.
Happily.
Forgetful.
Remembering.
Exhaling.
Go.
Goodbye, and thank you for reading the words of a mental deficient.
See you, and I know that when you look at my image you'll wish you never had.
Perhaps because you will never see me? I hope.
Say hi to Gilmour, Mason, and Wright from me. And thank them for writing this album. Together with the crazy one of the moment.
There's no certainty of tomorrow.
The Dark Side Of The Moon - 1973.
PS: For DaveJonGilmour, whom I care about, here's a dedication:
US AND THEM IS THE SPACE BETWEEN THE NOTES. A NEW WAY TO CONCEIVE MUSIC.
And it's not a trivial mockery. Now vote. Right or left? Center.
Eclipse. Ulysses. Themistocles. Screw it.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Speak to Me (01:08)
''{spoken} I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands...
I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad...
{the rest of this song is an instrumental}''
02 Breathe (02:48)
Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
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.
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
03 On the Run (03:50)
''{spoken} [female announcer, announcing flight departures at an airport, including 'Rome', 'Cairo', 'Naples']
Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me (laughter)!
{the rest of this song is an instrumental}''
04 Time (06:49)
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
05 The Great Gig in the Sky (04:44)
''{spoken} And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime.
I never said I was frightened of dying.
{the rest of this song is an instrumental}''
06 Money (06:22)
Money, get away.
Get a good job with more pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
But Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.
''{spoken} HuHuh! I was in the right!
Yes, absolutely in the right!
I certainly was in the right!
You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!
Yeah!
Why does anyone do anything?
I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!
I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out.''
07 Us and Them (07:49)
Us, and them
and after all we're only ordinary men.
me, and you.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
and the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
and who knows which is which and who is who.
up and down.
And in the end it's only round and round, and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
there's room for you inside.
''{spoken} I mean, they're gunna kill ya, so like, if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he got off light, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once! It was only a difference of right and wrong, innit?...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?''
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
09 Brain Damage (03:46)
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout but no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
I cannot think of anything to say except, ha, ha, ha, I think it's marvelous!
Ha, ha, ha!
10 Eclipse (02:11)
All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say.
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight.
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
''{spoken} There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark.''
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