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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

oh by the way, which one's Pink?

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?

Sometimes one will resonate more than the others, for longer, it seems. Some will linger in your mind better. With some, the flavor of the ear candy presented never becomes tiresome or old, but always fresh. It's not true with all, at least for me, but with some, it is very true.

And did they get you 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?

Sometimes, though the meanings are vague, the images stir deeper. For me, this is what makes something timeless. This is what makes something last, endure. Over time, some images fade, some stanzas become over used and typical. But not this one. For me, this is one of the best, one of the classics, one of those that will remain. This is one of the ones during which, I do not mumble, but let fly from my vocal chords with confidence. This is one of the ones that I know by heart.

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.

Labels: music

: toadman : at Wednesday, June 06, 2007 |