As most of you probably heard, Syd Barrett died this week at the age of 60. Syd Barrett was the founder of Pink Floyd and their inspiration for many years after his departure from the band.
I was never a hardcore Pink Floyd fan as a teenager. I discovered them a bit closer to the age of 18. But in the few years I've been a fan, I've grown to appreciate Pink Floyd and their music more than any other band I know.
There were many, many nights, and still are, that I lay in my bed listening to the dynamic, challenging, and always unique music Pink Floyd has produced. Despite the fact that Syd has remained out of the public eye for many decades, I feel like every music lover every where owes him a great deal. Thanks Syd.
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?
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.
