Pink Floyd (again and again)

Saucerful of Pink a tribute to Pink Floyd. Popped up on the iPod. Don’t know where it came from – I’d hate to think my iPod has been sleeping around, the little slut.

Two items, really, popped up. The aforementioned Saucerful of Pink and Out of Phase (which was slammed by critics- unbeknownst to me). Which is odd, but I was reminded, “Those who, do; those who can’t, teach; those who can’t teach become critics.”

Maybe it was all the stuff running together in an iPod mix. Maybe it was the current state of the planets and the usual disarray. Perhaps I’ll be less fond of the music later on. That being said, not like I’ve gotten enough of the disclaimers in, but that being stated, it’s good to revisit old material in a different guise.

The Dark Side of the Moon
Produced by Pink Floyd – Released March, 1973 – Recorded in Abbey Road Studios between June 1972 and January 1973 – Cover Design by Hipgnosis
Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

Mercury RX:
The little RX symbol, it’s really just my own shorthand, and when I mark it with pen and ink, it’s more like a letter ‘R’ with small cross on that supporting leg.

But it’s not about the symbolism I use, or the shorthand version, it’s about the mail at the post office. I went by the other other morning, expecting to find a mailbox full of over-due bills, idle threats, collection notices and the odd love letter. What I found, after sweating profusely, was an empty mail box. Not so much of a problem, just left me mildly quizzical. Nothing.

But “nothing” is what Mercury can be about. I only knew one postal person (mail man) who was astrologically aware, so to speak. And that guy would rue the day when Mercury was backwards, as it was sure to cause problems. Isn’t this, though, a situation where we’re looking for problems and that makes the problems?

The empty mailbox didn’t bother me so much, as I’ve got tons of little projects that all need to be finished up. Which is the perfect way to deal with the time. Go back over those details, “Times being what they are.”

(cure for the common horoscope)