... lacrimae sanguis animae sunt ...

11 April 2008


Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no one show us to the land

And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stares and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
And no one speaks
And no one tries
And no one flies around the sun

Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes

Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall comes streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

By David Gilmour, Roger Waters, Richard Wright and Nick Mason, 1971.
It's a 20-minute-long song, but each of them are worthy. It's incredible the range of feelings and images you can have by listening to the music and the lyric while sleeping, for example.
If you don't know it, you should get it now!
posted by Renan C. Ferreira at 12:47:00 AM 1 comments