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What do you think, I fell for that story of "wish you were here" too...
Just the other day, in a small village in Liguria, in one of those little bars with golden light white wine...
By the second prosecco, that cheat started...
Do you think I didn't feel a thrill?...I was sixteen once too...
And that rambling about the crazy diamond...that endless stream of guitar banality, that psychedelia that turns into lounge music acceptable for everyone...acceptable for me too then...
But damn, is this the Floyd?
However, even there, I fall for it a little, silencing the incredible taste, the fabulous refinement I've developed over the years...
How the hell do you dare, damn Floyd, to threaten my splendor?
But it's only for a moment that after five or six minutes I can’t stand it anymore...it's truly awful music...
And I fool you, I catch you yet again, damn architects...
And I don’t forgive you, I can’t forgive you...
How the hell did you dare associate Syd, my Syd, with this crap?
How many damn minutes does it last? All this time without flair, without anything unexpected...
Syd flickered like a little fish, screeched like a tone-deaf bird, he was all instinct, grace, and madness...
Instinct, grace, and madness—the things I seek in life...life itself...
I'm still here listening, what's that damn saxophone?...then it's definitely cocktail music...
Syd was white wine at noon in a shabby little bar with the bartender with a size eight bra...
Like the waitress at L'Auberge Vert, the one that even excited Rimbaud, usually quite cold...
But in your damn bars, there are only dried-up asses...
And yet, and yet...
And yet there's a painful note...
"Welcome to the Machine," which closes side one if I remember correctly, I still like today...
I risked expulsion from the Barrettian sect for this...what saved me was that the great mogul, vizier...
the supreme scarecrow...
the great king of fantasy...
the most excellent being spoke well on my behalf...
Maybe he also passed by that bar with golden light white wine...and, for a moment, defenseless, he succumbed to that wish you were here...
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
02 Welcome to the Machine (07:26)
Welcome my son,
Welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and Scouting for Boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school,
And you know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar. He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.
03 Have a Cigar (05:08)
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar,
you're gonna go far,
you're gonna fly high,
you're never gonna die,
you're gonna make it if you try,
they're gonna love you.
I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincere;
the band is just fantastic, that is really what I think,
oh, by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it "Riding The Gravy Train".
We're just knocked out.
We heard about the sell out.
You're gonna get an album out,
you owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
have you seen the chart?
It's a hell of a start,
it could be made into a monster,
if we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it "Riding The Gravy Train".
04 Wish You Were Here (05:40)
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?
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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
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