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Pink Floyd

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One of the Floyd's most celebrated epics, taking up a whole side of the 1970 LP 'Meddle'. You'll need to invest 30 minutes to follow the OS, which is here I've chosen one of the last performances (2007), not long before keyboardist Richard Wright passed away.

With a few exceptions, early Floyd lyrics always struck me as fairly vacuous, so the challenge here was to make them even more so. Ex-member Roger Waters is regarded as one of rockdom's edgiest and articulate lyricists, but that came later. I don't know how much of this he was responsible for - their policy was to credit songs to all four members.
by Pink Floss

(4-minute intro)

Overhead the atmosphere
Hangs featureless upon the earth
And deep beneath lethargic waves
In caverns made of empty caves
The distant nearness far and wide
Lies motionless on shifting sand
And everything is yellow submarine

And no one seems to understand
And no one knows the wheres or whys
The whats or whens or whose french fries
And which insights are out of sight

Strangers passing chance to meet
By aimless random walking feet
And I am me and you are he or she
And do I know back of my hand
Is this our song? Are we the band?
And help me - I can't stand the words I pen

And no one stirs and nothing moves
My nose is placed between my eyes
The truth is found just where it lies
And still my french fries haven't come

(about 12 minutes later:)

Soundless voices rise and fall
As my damp laundry dries
Inviting biting fleas, nits, gnats and flies
There is a window on the wall
And on its sill there are some things
And millions more beyond the canvas awning
And no one knows my trouser size
And no one sees through my disguise
And no one laughed and no one cried
I'm born, I live, grow old and die

(only 4 minutes to go)

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2Eagle - September 25, 2012 - Report this comment
That is the kind of poetry that shifts from sublime to silly and reminds me of McArthur Park.
Porfle Popnecker - September 25, 2012 - Report this comment
Amusingly vacuous! So far we seem to be the only two users to take on this OS.
Meriadoc - September 25, 2012 - Report this comment
This is hilarious! My brother was a big Pink Floyd fan - I never 'got' them. My brother says I didn't do enough drugs - ha ha. Here is your change - 3 fivers. You want fries with that?
Lifeliver - September 26, 2012 - Report this comment
Thanks guys. I'm glad you caught the satirical intent.

@2Eagle: Yes, I definitely left my cake out in the rain here, lol.

@Porfle: Thanks for alerting me to your version. I left a comment there, and some extra 555s, which it deserved.

@Merry: To 'get' Pink Floyd, with or without drugs (they definitely help), you have to appreciate their music as soundscapes rather than songs with words in the normal sense. Their laser-light shows have never been equalled - they're commonplace now for major acts but they've been doing it for half a century. There's also the wizardry of David Gilmour, one of rock's true guitar heroes, whose delicate touch and control at the distortion threshhold is unrivalled. The link is well worth pursuing if you haven't done so.

Too late now but I could have milked the french fries motif with the penultimate line - 'And where oh where are my french fries'. Do-oh.

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