YOUR POSSIBLE PASTS
Although I feel I've successfully housetrained myself with regard to posting song lyrics to my eljay, I am compelled to post these lyrics. I've loved Pink Floyd since The Wall (I'm an 80s kid, I hadn't even heard of "Darkside" yet), yet this song had been hiding from me completely until this past weekend.
Your Possible Pasts
They flutter behind you, your possible pasts
Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Don't you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
Haunting, her face, like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man."
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Don't you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified, we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Don't you think we should be closer?
(From the album "Final Cut")
Your Possible Pasts
They flutter behind you, your possible pasts
Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Don't you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
Haunting, her face, like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man."
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Don't you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified, we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Don't you think we should be closer?
(From the album "Final Cut")