Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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 its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre 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 Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its 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.
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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 its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre 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 Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its 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.
Don't these lyrics just make you want to kick yourself for all of the perfectly good time you've wasted doing nothing? I know that's how I feel. Now go and do yourselves a favor and do something worthwhile, like listen to this album. You're welcome.
3 comments:
Thank you. I totally agree. I have wasted a lot of time siting around in my time so here is not letting that happen again. Hazzah!
first of all, I must say that I am proud you are taking a History of Rock and Roll class. and jealous of the lucky son of a who gets to teach it. second of all.. did you know that if you listen to darkside of the moon and watch the wizard of oz on mute at the same time, it's a trip. you should try it. on a side note, i used to listen to this cd everynight when i was falling asleep. it made for some nutty dreams. oh and you should go to the laser light show for this at the clark planetarium. anyway. thats all.
Yes Darkside of the moon is amazing. The idea of a true concept album is dead except for a few rare bands such as dreamtheater. Have you heard the Wish You Were Here album? That is my favorite Pink Floyed. Oh I am going to sleep to Dark Side tonight. ah memories.
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