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 were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Yeah I remember when I was young and wish I could go back there. Not because I was better off when I was younger, quite the contrary, but the world was a better place to live in back then.
RIP Syd. Yeah, a few months ago I saw a BBC documentary made last year with the remaining members of PF. It was specifically about Syd, the formation of the band, and how things were in the early days with him. Besides showing some stock footage and playing some of his more colorful tunes like "Bike," mostly they reminisce about how much fun and how cool and wonderful Syd was back in the day. Of course, they also speak of the weird, sad, and coincidental day Syd showed up spontaneously at the studio years later on a day when they were recording the album Wish You Were Here (they may even have been recording "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" that day, but I don't recall). He acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened, and they barely recognized him due to a drastic change in his appearance. Even today, they each get misty-eyed thinking about how he lost it, how they dearly miss him, and perhaps wonder what may have been had he not lost his mind. You can tell from listening to each of them tell of how one day they just didn't pick up Syd for a gig (once his aberrant behavior on stage got to be too much) that even though they knew it was the only thing they could do, they still felt a little guilty about it. He was their dear friend and band leader, and they felt like they had abandoned him (although they did try to get him psychiatric help, but to no avail at the time). They helped make up for it by continuing to send him royalty checks for all the songs he wrote until the day he died, and I suppose his estate continues to draw them.
i remember when i was in high school gas was under a dollar and we thought that was high. i would drive around all day and smoke and now gas is over 4 dollars.
