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July 14th, 2006


black

Syd Barrett 1946 - 2006

Posted on 14.07.2006 at 00:57
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
Current Music: Point me at the Sky by Pink Floyd
                                                

Hey Jean
This is Henry Mclean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange
How little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know will end in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and ....

Pointing to the cosmic glider
"Pull this plastic glider higher
Light the fuse and stand right back"
He cried "This is my last good-bye."

Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till 2005
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in

People pressing on my sides is something that I hate
I'm slipping down beneath the ground
A little refuge in my brain

Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And all we've got to say to you is good-bye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye
Nobody cry, it's good-bye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye.

Nobody cry, its good bye.

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