Life and times of a new farmer/homesteader
Song: Wish you were here. {
07:58
,
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
} {
4
comments } { Link
}
I haven't posted a song for a while. I thought it was time.My son and I were sitting in the back seat of my parents mini-van, stuck in rush hour highway traffic, a couple weeks back. My mother mentioned that she had never heard my son sing before. My son told her that he rarely sings, but he does sing "Wish you were here" by Pink Floyd on occasion. I related that I sang that song in front of my entire track team when I was in highschool. Mom mentioned that she had never heard the song. I sang the first verse, my son sang the second, and we sang the last verse together. I rarely sing with my son, not often enough, so it was a joyous occasion. Especially for my mother. Wish you were here Lyrics by Roger Waters Music by Pink Floyd 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. ---------- Ok, it's a bit depressing, but my son and I both enjoy that kind of thing. It's meaningful to both of us. Kind of like our mutual joy of steam-punk. Babbage lives! So does Tesla! (For my son's benefit. Inside joke. What a different world we might live in if they had met... Maybe with H. G. Well's time machine.) Pax vobiscum Raymond { Last Page } { Page 8 of 181 } { Next Page } |
