December 2, 2008

• Time - Pink Floyd

  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 you're 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.

  This is one of my all time favorite songs from one of my favorite records, "The Dark Side of the Moon"-it's a great album lyrically and musically.
  I have quite an eclectic taste when it comes to music. I love everything from hip hop, to classic rock, to electronic, but this album is always on rotation in my play lists. This song especially speaks to me during this time of year. -sigh-

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