Thursday, February 4, 2010

dark side of the moon


I hope I will not see you soon
on the dark side of the moon.
I’m not a lunatic but I’m
to move where moonlight isn’t shared,
and hoping that I’ll not be forced
to go there. Bad rules are enforced
sometimes, and one of them might be
an order they will give to me
to move away from you, the light
that brightens me each starless night
when there’s a moon whose sheen is pleasant
even when it’s just a crescent.

The dark side of the moon does not
provide such light, and I have got
you in my head, a constant tune
that’s singing brightly as the moon,
and trust in the moon’s bright side,
and pray they won’t make me abide
upon its darkest side where I
won’t find, however hard I try,
a way to be with you, or see
you where you are. Abide with me,
here on the bright side of the moon
where I will see you very soon.

Inspired by Pink Floyd’s song “Brain Damage,” part of The Dark Side of the Moon, the sixth studio album by English progressive rock group Pink Floyd, and was released in March 1973. The concept album built on ideas explored by the band in their live shows and earlier recordings, but it lacks the extended instrumental excursions that characterized their work following the departure in 1968 of founding member, principal composer, and lyricist Syd Barrett. The Dark Side of the Moon's themes include conflict, greed, the passage of time and mental illness, the latter partly inspired by Barrett's deteriorating mental state.

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 and 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 can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa


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