Shine on you crazy diamond.

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Music/07/11/britain.floyd/index.html 

I thought he already was dead . . .

RIP

I alway enjoyed the music.

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,

blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter,

come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,

rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions,

come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

By the way, which one is Pink?

Maybe now I can ride the bike with the basket, the bell and things that make it look good, he'd loan it to me if he could but he borrowed it.

RIP.

Always liked early Pink Floyd when he was in the band. Pretty trippy stuff.

The guy was a nutcase and that's sad. He offered so much to music. He died a hermit.

Well...the music he inspired will go on.

...thats rock & roll...

"that's rock and roll"

Wasn't that a song by Shawn Cassidy?

8Track?

^ Nice catch adroomi.

That's Rock & Roll hit #3 in the Summer of 1977.

Also the year that Debbie Boone made me contemplate suicide.......I still hurl myself at walls when they play that song of hers. I go nuts like Rainman on a fire alarm!

Of course, the Bay City Rollers brought plaid pants and really tall sneakers into style though, so it was all good.....

eye yai yai yai, I just can't wait,

eye yai yai, I got a date...

...at the good 'ole rock and roll road

show, I gotta go

Saturday Night,

Saturday Night

Gonna rock it up, roll it up

Do it all, have a ball,

Saturday Night,

Saturday Nigheyeeeeeet

Suh suh suh saturday nigheyeeeeet!

"thats rock and roll"

and covered by the dwarves!

nine

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 you found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.