I`ve seen most of the Great Musicians/Bands live..
Pink Floyd is on the list..
.....................;-)...OUTLAW
True Pink Floyd Fans Only...(ok everyone is invited)
by charlie brown jr. 96 Replies latest social entertainment
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charlie brown jr.
Let's not forget this one!!!
Even made a fake band with this name in High School telling the freshmen to find the group Interstellar Overdrive.......
better than Zeppelin! LOL
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unshackled
"Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?"
Good thread Charlie. When I was 16/17 I was obsessed with The Wall. Remember my older, self-righteous, sister would lecture me on how it was "dark"...the "Devil's music". LOL...what rubbish. She's no longer a JW and we laugh about that.
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darthfader
This is my era of Pink Floyd:
Tongue tied and twisted just an earth bound misfit.. I.
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Tempered
Possible the greatest song title ever.....?
Maybe. Probably not
"One Of These Days"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQvG2SMVl84
OR:
"One Of These Days"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ2TmHT437g
"One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces." I'd bet a great deal of money that Barry never put those words to paper
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Tempered
This is my era of Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd died with the departure of Roger Waters. It's a shame you missed the classic stuff
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talesin
Back in the day, my weekly housecleaning ritual as a newlywed:
1. get blasted
2. put on side #1 of The Wall
3. clean house
It was purrrfect -- by the time all four sides were played, voila! cabin cleaned (yes, we lived in a cabin on a lake).
Mother do you think (s)he's dangerous --- to me??
oh yah
tal
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Tempered
"Mother, do you think she'll try to break my balls?"
"Echoes". I used to listen to it alone, in the dark
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sizemik
Meddle was the album that woke me up fully to PF. All my music collection was 12' vinyl . . . except for 2 cassette tapes . . . Meddle and Selling England (Genesis). I listened to only those tapes while driving until structural failure.
My favourite for sentimental as much as musical reasons is Animals.
This song in particular now has added meaning for me . . . particular the last stanza . . .
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.Gilmour's guitar is like a surgeons scalpel.
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Black Sheep
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought
of my little ones burning