I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Echoes - the ice is going out


As I've mentioned before, Meddle is slowly becoming my favorite Pink Floyd album (it's 1970, dammit, music is still on vinyl). This is the B side of the record (the whole damn B side… go ask your grandparents). This is the quintessential song to play in your bedroom, with all the lights out, drapes drawn, eyes closed, soaking in the music. There is no outside world, just you and the music.

Do the kids listen to music that way anymore?

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