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    i've tried and i can't figure out what this song is about.
    part of it seems to imply a detatchment from reality, possibly to do with sid Barret.
    but beond that i can't figure it.

    here's the lyrics for anyone who doesn't know them.

    Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd

    So, so you think you can tell
    Heaven from Hell,
    Blue skys 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 heros 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.


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    The disadvantages of industrialization and urbanization, with the loss of interpersonal contact resulting from both increased specialization and simple overcrowding?

    Pave Paradise, put up a parking lot.


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    I think Barret's lamenting the loss of things he thinks are good due to our modern society. IMO.
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    Perhaps a poetic version foreshadowing Kazcinski's "Industrial Society And Its Future."
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    Just as long as Sid doesn't retire to a small cabin in the woods, and begin to send out letter bombs, I can live with that...
    *Welcome, my friends, to the show that never ends*
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    ahh with sid's presant state we hold no worry of that.
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    To me, this lyrics don't refer to society, but to an individual. Something like selling out your dreams for some money... some boring job... betraying your beliefs...

    It's one of my favourites, and it works out for me this way. Maybe I just took it too personal... :?
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    Wow.
    You don't understand this song?
    It's so simple, really.

    It's about how locked inside ourselves we are.
    How unable to express certain truths. Qualia.
    How we are alone, forever. How I wish you were here. But you're not. And never will be.

    Line by line.

    So... So you think you can tell...
    Heaven from Hell...


    Can you read the expression on someone's face? Can you see past their deceptive outer skin? Their happy face? Can you see true torment behind a happy face? Or joy behind sorrow?
    Can you tell Heaven from Hell?

    Or how about the decievers. Those who pretend to be your friend. Con men.

    Can you tell?

    Blue skies from pain

    Again. Same thing.
    Can you tell if someone is truly suffering?
    How many times have you completely missed another's poignant suffering? How you've tramped along all joyous and carefree only to find out later that the person you were dealing with was in some serious pain of some kind. Physical. Mental. Whatever.

    Can you really tell?

    Can you tell a green field.
    From a cold steel rail?


    A green field is inviting.
    A cold steel rail rides you out of town. Often with tar and feathers....

    A smile from a veil

    Self-explanatory.

    Do you think you can tell?

    Do you?


    The next section is somewhat different. It's about how we lose ourselves in the mundane. In the drab and ordinary. How our ideals are lost as we become cogs in the machine (Welcome to the Machine...)
    There is nothing sinister about this. Merely life in all its dreariness.

    Did they get you to trade?
    Your heros for ghosts?


    Heros are real. Ghosts are phantasm.
    Reaching for the intangible. Giving up your goals for an illusory prize.

    Hot ashes for trees

    This was always somewhat confusing.
    I can only think of forest fires here. As the forests of your innocence burn down.

    Hot air for a cool breeze.

    Another confusing one. I think it reads backwards. Hot air is what you got in exchange for a cool breeze.
    However. It might mean emotions. Growing colder. Another day older. And nothing is very much fun anymore...
    And I... Feel... (heh.)

    Cold comfort for change.

    You receive cold comfort for change.
    That is you settle into a sort of stasis.
    No more risks.
    But no more change.
    Caught in a rut.

    Did you exchange?
    A walk on part in the war?
    For a lead role in a cage?


    The war would signify heroic undertakings. Even if only a bit part.
    Exchanged for life as a clerk...

    How I wish. How I wish you were here.

    Ain't it?

    We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl...
    Year after year.


    Ain't it?

    Running over the same old ground.
    What have we found...
    Same old fears...


    What is interesting here is that it seems to be the fear that keeps things the same. There is no fish bowl. But one's need for comfort creates one where none exists.

    Wish you were here

    Never going to happen.
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    No, no, no....you've got it all wrong.

    It's about God and when he created the universe right after that monkey knife fight.
    And, toward the end of the song, how this guy I know once legally changed his name to Bolivar Shagnasty on a lost bet.

    This is him. Coincidently, he is an distant relative of the before mentioned primate.




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    well i'll be crazier than sid barret.
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    ya know , i read this post, had nothing to contributate to it, because sadly havent got that song on anything!

    but... no less that 5 mins later, my freind on Msn was copyin lyrics trying to get me to guess the song, and he picked that first verse.....


    must get the album
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    Here you go. You want cryptic lyrics? Try these on for size:

    Rosetta Stoned -- Tool -- 10,000 Days:

    All righty then. Picture this if you will.
    Grabbed at 2am and actually eating a, you know a box of crispy cr¨mes.
    I might need as I approach site area 51 contemplating the hoax.
    Of people thinking we just took a flaming
    Stale banana-split-the-skylight.
    Well one opened up we'd expect to see in A place like THIS.
    Code red I'll put us in a diamond setting.
    Right on my Birkenstocks in the open.
    HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
    Holy Fucking shit!
    Holy Fucking shit!
    Holy Fucking shit!
    Holy fucking shit!
    Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit.

    Let the X-file be entered
    As some kind of blue creature
    I hate it when it stows a meteor in my bathroom
    If you look at your appearance for a
    moment you can see.
    Another banana bourbon enema

    Someone hovered above my buckeyes.
    My daily chore.
    Maybe I'll run over the upper lid but all I could think was...
    Careful to mark your girlfriends 17 fucking cats

    The sewer line is waiting.
    Like an apparition he had me crying out.

    Fuck me.
    Sodomy.
    A dead head chemistry.
    Bladder problems won't stifle me.
    If I can't make it,
    people who are watching see.

    And after calming me down with some orange slices and some needle spooning.
    He revealed to me a
    Singular purpose, he said you are the chosen one.
    The one who will deliver the message.
    A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
    and a warning for those who do not.
    Me? The chosen one,
    They chose me.
    And I didn't graduate from fucking high school.

    you be..tter.
    you be..tter.
    you be..tter.
    you better listen.

    He looked right through me
    with somniferous almond eyes.
    Don't even know what that means
    must remember to write it down.
    This is so real.
    Like the time he floated away.
    See my heart is pounding,
    cause this shit never happens to me.

    CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!
    It was so real.
    Like I woke up in Wonderland
    also a bit terrifying.
    I don't want to be alone when I tell this story
    and can anyone tell me why?
    All the sudden my peanuts dance?
    Will I ever be coming down?
    This is so real.
    Finally it's my lucky day.
    See my heart is racing,
    cause this shit never happens to me.

    CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!

    You believe me don't you, please believe what I just said, see they're telling true
    and this wasn't all in my head.
    See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
    then they showed me something.
    I don't even know where to begin.

    STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
    I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.
    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
    GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!

    (high...I I I I I....high.. I I I I I)
    (high)
    [repeated]

    Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
    Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
    Born to bear and read to all
    the details of our ending.
    to write it down for all the world to see.
    But I forgot my pen, shit the bed again, typical.

    STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
    I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.

    SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRA RED, WON'T HELP, BRAIN DEAD,
    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
    GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!

    I...!!!

    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
    MADE OUT TO BE, A HERO!!!
    Can't remember what they said.

    OH NO, HELP NOW.
    Can't remember what they said.

    DON'T KNOW.
    WON'T KNOW.
    [repeated]

    GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
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    Quote Originally Posted by invert_nexus
    Here you go. You want cryptic lyrics? Try these on for size:

    Rosetta Stoned -- Tool -- 10,000 Days:

    All righty then. Picture this if you will.
    Grabbed at 2am and actually eating a, you know a box of crispy cr¨mes.
    I might need as I approach site area 51 contemplating the hoax.
    Of people thinking we just took a flaming
    Stale banana-split-the-skylight.
    Well one opened up we'd expect to see in A place like THIS.
    Code red I'll put us in a diamond setting.
    Right on my Birkenstocks in the open.
    HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
    Holy Fucking shit!
    Holy Fucking shit!
    Holy Fucking shit!
    Holy fucking shit!
    Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit.

    Let the X-file be entered
    As some kind of blue creature
    I hate it when it stows a meteor in my bathroom
    If you look at your appearance for a
    moment you can see.
    Another banana bourbon enema

    Someone hovered above my buckeyes.
    My daily chore.
    Maybe I'll run over the upper lid but all I could think was...
    Careful to mark your girlfriends 17 fucking cats

    The sewer line is waiting.
    Like an apparition he had me crying out.

    Fuck me.
    Sodomy.
    A dead head chemistry.
    Bladder problems won't stifle me.
    If I can't make it,
    people who are watching see.

    And after calming me down with some orange slices and some needle spooning.
    He revealed to me a
    Singular purpose, he said you are the chosen one.
    The one who will deliver the message.
    A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
    and a warning for those who do not.
    Me? The chosen one,
    They chose me.
    And I didn't graduate from fucking high school.

    you be..tter.
    you be..tter.
    you be..tter.
    you better listen.

    He looked right through me
    with somniferous almond eyes.
    Don't even know what that means
    must remember to write it down.
    This is so real.
    Like the time he floated away.
    See my heart is pounding,
    cause this shit never happens to me.

    CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!
    It was so real.
    Like I woke up in Wonderland
    also a bit terrifying.
    I don't want to be alone when I tell this story
    and can anyone tell me why?
    All the sudden my peanuts dance?
    Will I ever be coming down?
    This is so real.
    Finally it's my lucky day.
    See my heart is racing,
    cause this shit never happens to me.

    CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!

    You believe me don't you, please believe what I just said, see they're telling true
    and this wasn't all in my head.
    See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
    then they showed me something.
    I don't even know where to begin.

    STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
    I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.
    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
    GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!

    (high...I I I I I....high.. I I I I I)
    (high)
    [repeated]

    Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
    Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
    Born to bear and read to all
    the details of our ending.
    to write it down for all the world to see.
    But I forgot my pen, shit the bed again, typical.

    STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
    I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.

    SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRA RED, WON'T HELP, BRAIN DEAD,
    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
    GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!

    I...!!!

    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
    CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
    MADE OUT TO BE, A HERO!!!
    Can't remember what they said.

    OH NO, HELP NOW.
    Can't remember what they said.

    DON'T KNOW.
    WON'T KNOW.
    [repeated]

    GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!

    oh thats not cyrptic...

    he is either a) going crazy b) hysterical c) the result of an infinite amount of monkeys on an infinite amount of type writers
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    Or had too many, shall we say, intoxicating substances.
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    i've tried and i can't figure out what this song is about.
    part of it seems to imply a detatchment from reality, possibly to do with sid Barret.
    but beond that i can't figure it

    i think its directed at someone he cares about, someone who has left to find "themselves", a better paying job for example. its like he is pitying that person for seeking tempory satisfaction in a material world...

    ow about this one: my fav floyd song, comfortably numb

    Hello, hello, hello
    Is there anybody in there?
    Just nod if you can hear me.
    Is there anyone at home?

    Come on, come on down,
    I hear you’re feeling down.
    Well I can ease your pain,
    Get you on your feet again.

    Relax, relax, relax
    I need some information first.
    Just the basic facts.
    Can you show me where it hurts?

    There is no pain, you are receding.
    A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
    You are only coming through in waves.
    Your lips move, but I can’t hear what you’re saying.

    When I was a child, I had a fever.
    My hands felt just like two balloons.
    Now I’ve got that feeling once again.
    I can’t explain, you would not understand.
    This is not how I am.

    I have become comfortably numb.

    [guitar solo]

    I have become comfortably numb.

    OK, OK, OK
    Just a little pin prick.
    There’ll be no more, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,
    But you may feel a little sick.

    Can you stand up, stand up, stand up.
    I do believe it's working good.
    That’ll keep you going for the show.
    Come on, it’s time to go.

    There is no pain, you are receding.
    A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
    You are only coming through in waves.
    Your lips move, but I can’t hear what you’re saying.

    When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
    Out of the corner of my eye.
    I turned to look, but it was gone.
    I cannot put my finger on it now.
    The child has grown, the dream is gone.

    I have become comfortably numb.


    dont u find that when people interpret someting whether its a song or picture or whatever, they interpret them to issues that relate to what they have or are experiencing rather then the original artsists point of view...not always but sometimes...
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    oops...i didnt unquote
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