Wish You Were Here

Syd Barrett, ojalá estuvieras aquí

"¿“Diablos, Syd, como es posible que hayas terminado así?”, le preguntó un perplejo Andrew King. “Es que tengo una nevera grande en la casa, y he estado comiendo muchas chuletas de cerdo”, fue la respuesta de Barrett."



Wish You Were Here

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 to 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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.