From amongst a few million songs, some of those choicest lines that I will probably live with.. forever.. (No Floyd/Rush songs have been mentioned here since even within rock, they belong to a genre that cannot be summarized in a few words...)
"When we woke up, one of us was crying.." - Staring at your window (Jon Bon Jovi)
"She's got a lot of pretty pretty boys, whom she calls friends..." - Hotel California (The Eagles)
"Every song I had to play, while people sat there drunk..." - Lodi (CCR)
"I never thought I'd live to read about myself in my hometown paper..." - Nothing Man (Bruce Springsteen)
"It's all a lot of oysters, with no pearls..." - A long december (Counting Crows)
"The streets you're walking on, a thousand houses long, and that's where I belong..." - Swallowed in the sea (Coldplay)
"In this world of purchase, I'm going to buy back memories..." - Run (Collective Soul)
"Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure..." - When a blind man cries (Deep Purple)
"And we have just one world, but we live in different ones..." - Brothers in Arms (Dire Straits)
"I know that you can love me, when there's no one left to blame..." - November Rain (Guns n Roses)
"And you cant fight the tears that aint coming, or the moment of truth in your lies..." - Iris (Goo Goo Dolls)
"This is all the heaven we got, right here where we are..." - Shangri-La (Mark Knopfler)
"She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway..." - 3 AM (Matchbox 20)
"If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you..." - Unforgiven II (Metallica)
"Wrapped in a polythene, tucked away safe in my mind..." - But it rained (Parikrama)
"And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there..." - Drops of Jupiter (Train)
"Although I wasn't there, He said I was his friend..." - Man who sold the world (Nirvana)
"Every whisper of every waking hour, I'm choosing my confessions..." - Losing my religion (REM)
"And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls..." - Sound of Silence (Simon&Garfunkel)
"Homesick, for the home I never had..." - Homesick (Soul Asylum)
"Cuz it's always raining in my head..." - Epiphany (Staind)
"He said he wanted heaven, but praying was too slow..." - Snowblind friend (Steppenwolf)
"Those three words, are said too much, they're not enough..." - Chasing Cars (Snowpatrol)
"And I'm a million different people, from one day to the next..." - Bittersweet symphony (The Verve)
"And I'm six feet from the edge, and I am thinking, maybe six feet ain't that far down" - One last breath (Creed)
"Wherever you have been, wherever you took cover, no arms that pulled you in could hold you like your mother..." - Babybird (The Wallflowers)
"There was a time when the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away..." - Schism (Tool)
"I can't believe the curtain has to fall..." - Persephone (Wishbone Ash)
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Sunday, December 17, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Goodbye Syd...
I know it's late for this. Obituaries are supposed to be written sooner. But I guess for some legends who can't die, you don't really call it an obit. It's more of an eulogy than anything else. A kind of Thank You note that you leave on the pillow. Knowing very well that the note also has GoodBye written somewhere over it.
I am talking about Syd Barrett. 6-Jan-1946 to 11-Jul-2006. The band he created wrote songs about him. They knew exactly what they were saying when they called him a painter, a prisoner, and a martyr. And Crazy Diamond.
They called themselves the T-Set, till he named them Pink Floyd. In a spur of moment. Like all good things, absolutely randomly out of the names of two blues singers. And the name stuck. Almost 40 years now and there are enough people who can vouch that "See Emily Play", "Arnold Layne", and infact the entire "Piper..." still sound as haunting as they perhaps did all those years ago.
Not to mention his singles, songs such as "Bob Dylan Blues" and "Gigolo Aunt" which were written when he had reached advanced stages of vegetation. A numb, white-washed brain that could still create strange rhythms, often forgetting what he wrote or sung. Thanks to Dave for recording all that. I guess that's the least he could do. After all, he probably wouldn't be in the band if it weren't for Syd cracking up one fine January morning in 1968.
He lived for music. He also died for it perhaps. We don't know whether he consumed LSD or did the LSD consume him. I guess being a legend is about leaving notes on pieces of paper, for others to figure and complete. And the Floyd did a pretty good job of it.
Everybody wonders what would Floyd be had he remained. We don't know. We don't want to know infact. It's a bit like asking how much sense it would make if fireflies could glow incessantly for an hour, and not just for those flickering moments. They wouldn't be fireflies then, would they? Syd was just like that. And that's how we want to remember him.
"Here today, gone yesterday". That's what it feels like. Hope you are good wherever you are. They knew everyone would miss him when they labeled his greatest hits "Wouldn't you miss me...?"
Thanks Syd for all the music. And the images. And the themes. And the words.
And for Floyd. Shine on...
I am talking about Syd Barrett. 6-Jan-1946 to 11-Jul-2006. The band he created wrote songs about him. They knew exactly what they were saying when they called him a painter, a prisoner, and a martyr. And Crazy Diamond.
They called themselves the T-Set, till he named them Pink Floyd. In a spur of moment. Like all good things, absolutely randomly out of the names of two blues singers. And the name stuck. Almost 40 years now and there are enough people who can vouch that "See Emily Play", "Arnold Layne", and infact the entire "Piper..." still sound as haunting as they perhaps did all those years ago.
Not to mention his singles, songs such as "Bob Dylan Blues" and "Gigolo Aunt" which were written when he had reached advanced stages of vegetation. A numb, white-washed brain that could still create strange rhythms, often forgetting what he wrote or sung. Thanks to Dave for recording all that. I guess that's the least he could do. After all, he probably wouldn't be in the band if it weren't for Syd cracking up one fine January morning in 1968.
He lived for music. He also died for it perhaps. We don't know whether he consumed LSD or did the LSD consume him. I guess being a legend is about leaving notes on pieces of paper, for others to figure and complete. And the Floyd did a pretty good job of it.
Everybody wonders what would Floyd be had he remained. We don't know. We don't want to know infact. It's a bit like asking how much sense it would make if fireflies could glow incessantly for an hour, and not just for those flickering moments. They wouldn't be fireflies then, would they? Syd was just like that. And that's how we want to remember him.
"Here today, gone yesterday". That's what it feels like. Hope you are good wherever you are. They knew everyone would miss him when they labeled his greatest hits "Wouldn't you miss me...?"
Thanks Syd for all the music. And the images. And the themes. And the words.
And for Floyd. Shine on...
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