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?
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?
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.
- Wish You Were Here ~ Pink Floyd
I was just sorting through my music trying to come up with a mix for a friend of mine. Her birthday is next month and I thought I'd put together something fun. Actually I'm trying to base it around Soft Cell's Sex Dwarf - funny song in case you couldn't tell from the title. That and Space's Female of the Species - absolutely fun and fab!
You know how it gets when you're making a mix, you just start rifling through everything and the cows of the past decide it's time for a visit back home. I love Wish You Were Here, a lot. I love the lyrics and just the guitar riff throughout. Unfortunately, or maybe not, I used it in a previous mix (an actual tape, I'm showing my age). This was when I was in a long distance relationship with the first guy I ever had a "great" conversation with. It's a long story.
Funny how time really does change everything because I used to be so, excuse me, SO damn bitter about that one. Ufff, he was a doozy. But I can look back now with, fondness, hmmm yes. I don't know if I would consider him a "great" love especially with the way it transformed over time, but boy was it ever intense. I have to say that I had one of the best weeks of my life when he came to visit me for a vacation. I've never been so romantic with someone and probably never will again. I mean we would literally stare into each other's eyes for hours, like two inches from each other. I'm just not that....aaaaack! I was almost going to pull a fucking Britany, "I'm not that innocent," excuse me while I throw up. As I was saying, perhaps I'm a bit jaded now and just couldn't react properly to a certain amount of that cornball, sickly sweet, lovey dovey bullshit. Honestly I'd probably just laugh if some guy did half the crap we did. Not that I don't like romance, but if you lay it on too thick it just stops being real for me (plus there's a certain "Who the fuck are you?" factor I was overcome with when meeting this same ex years later so romance has lost a bit of it's believability when the person you thought you loved turns out to be a complete stranger). Not that you can't be intense. Fuck, I don't know. I hope you get my meaning because I probably don't entirely. Maybe I'm just that bitter bitch, but I don't think it's that simple.
I digress more than a little. Basically this is a great song regardless how you take it, although learning more about Pink Floyd's history it has certainly taken on an even more morose lingering in the heart, then again almost all their music does after learning about Syd Barrett. One word, haunting. Still, Wish You Were Here always tends to make me feel, well not necessarily good, but hmmm, in a weird way a little less lonely.