Yep, still awake, watching a Pink Floyd Bio
And they're talking about Syd Barrett, my love, my heartbreak, my mad mad genius. I wrote him a poem 21 years ago. Actually, I wrote him many poems, but this one pretty much says it all for me. May my tortured boy rest in peace. And, yeah, for me he'll always be my sad young man who didn't just stare into the Abyss, he leapt in. What on Earth did he see on his Acid-fueled Shamanic journeys? What terrible, beautiful, incomprehensible things did he see? I know that 'Wish You Were Here' and 'Shine on You Crazy Diamond' were written for him, but 'On the Turning away' will always be my Syd song because I was listening that when I read about Syd for the very first time. It breaks my heart to hear that song. In my state of insomnia, I feel closer to him now than ever before.
The Only Thing Left
Your eyes, they look troubled, such beauty in pain.
Your heart aches with sorrow, your tears fall like rain.
You can't seem to capture the torrent of thoughts
Your mind is producing from all you've been taught.
Your art went beyond you, your fears drove you mad.
For one with such talent, you now seem so sad.
You sit in your room with your head in your hand.
You stare at the people who don't understand.
And, gazing inside you to see what is there,
You find the truth is that you don't really care.
The songs were mere whimsy, your art was a lie
And the only thing left is your desire to die.
©Tracy Angelina Evans
18 June, 1988
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.
The Only Thing Left
Your eyes, they look troubled, such beauty in pain.
Your heart aches with sorrow, your tears fall like rain.
You can't seem to capture the torrent of thoughts
Your mind is producing from all you've been taught.
Your art went beyond you, your fears drove you mad.
For one with such talent, you now seem so sad.
You sit in your room with your head in your hand.
You stare at the people who don't understand.
And, gazing inside you to see what is there,
You find the truth is that you don't really care.
The songs were mere whimsy, your art was a lie
And the only thing left is your desire to die.
©Tracy Angelina Evans
18 June, 1988
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.