Part of Pink Floyd's epic tune, Time:
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death....
Read there, it's kinda morbid, no? Dispute it. Convince me it isn't true.
I actually try and use this song as a motivating tool. The sun won't stop, or, rather, the earth won't quit coming around and gifting you another day. You can look at it that way, or that you have one day less, one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say....
Time can fuck you up, better use it while you have it. It's not a gift, it's merely on loan to you.
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.....
I have that CD on 24k Gold "Ultradisc", by Mobile Fidelity Sound Labs.
You gonna need to hang out for an album and buzz o' bourbon and listen to what Dark Side of the Moon is supposed to sound like.
The stereo in my garage is better than most folks will ever own. And the garage is a natural speaker box in it's own right.
Couple good office chairs in there, some seegars, drinks, and the tunes, up enough to drive the full audio dynamic range.
The last heartbeat fading from the speaker, the last draw on the cigar, the last sip from the glass.
When they all happen in time, you just want to refill, and play it again.
And, again.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Posted by: Jim | October 29, 2011 at 07:08 PM
Weird shit. As I clicked to this post Time was playing on my speakers.
The Pink Floyd can speak to you in many, many ways.
Posted by: Joe | October 30, 2011 at 07:31 AM
Joe....are you telling me not to write a post about a lunatic being on the grass?
Posted by: marcus | October 30, 2011 at 03:34 PM