amazing powers of observation

[Greg]

...I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There'll be nobody home.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

good music, life sucks, depression encompasses all



someone e-mail me...

[imported_shiola]

Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky.

[Greg]

Did you, did you see the frightened ones?
Did you, did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter,
When the promise of a brave new world,
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

Did you, did you see the frightened ones?
Did you, did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone,
But the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

[imported_shiola]

Look at this room...are all these your guitars!




Wanna take a bath??!!

[Greg]

Day after day,
Our love turns gray,
Like the skin on a dying man.
And night after night,
We pretend it's all right,
But I have grown older,
And you have grown colder,
And nothing is very much fun, anymore.
And I can feel,
One of all my turns coming on.
I feel,
Cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

[imported_shiola]

One of these days I'm gonna break you into little pieces!

[Greg]

i might like it ;-) lol....so whats this site for anyway?...i was just randomly searching and felt like posting some pink floyd

[imported_shiola]

This site is for anything you want, especially random Floyd lyrics.

[Greg]

well im still depressed and i've been drunk for the duration for 2 of the 3 nights of last. but alteast i got pink floyd, and a new nickname..."Greg the Keg". lol yeah corny but hey...its true. I had i think over 20 drinks which includes the biggest bottle of champaign i've ever seen. now im listening to animals by pink floyd of course...

You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me
So I don't feel alone
Of the weight of the stone
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying 'keep on digging'
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

[imported_shiola]

Meddle will get you through, plus you live in Florida - things can't be that bad. You could go to DisneyLand or something, or see Orka the whale - is he still alive? Ooops! Maybe that's why you're depressed, Orka hasn't just died has he?

or she?

Fuck it, stick with the Epcot Center and have a crappy beer in that English pub (which is exactly like England...no really it is...).

[Greg]

well you see the problem is...that stuff gets really really old...and its way too expensive. and its really not that fun....i mean yeah its a whale...but it can only do so much. and i like british beer, im half british and im there all the time (sussex). but yeah...life can suck whereever you are...like mine

[imported_shiola]

What a coincidence, I'm a Sussex boy as well - Worthing, down the road from Brighton.

Just thank the Lord you're not Robbie Williams, life doesn't get worse than that.

Or in Blue.

[Greg]

yeah thats pretty close to where i normally go, my family is in bexhill...my uncle used to work in brighton.