Dark Star Boogie
Well-Known Member
Day 10 - Perfect?
This is the perfect album; in fact, I think it’s the zenith of musical studio work. Not even my favorite Floyd album but I recognize it as their magnum opus and the greatest studio album of all time.
What a fucking journey this album is. And maybe I’ve eaten too many psychedelics to this album, but man does it encapsulate life so well—the journey from birth to death, and the hardships along the way.
Anywho, enough rambling. “Time’s” intro is playing and I’ve got CRAZY goosebumps. This album will always be a very emotional trip for me. So many good and bad memories to this one. Thank you Pink Floyd.
“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.”
This is the perfect album; in fact, I think it’s the zenith of musical studio work. Not even my favorite Floyd album but I recognize it as their magnum opus and the greatest studio album of all time.
What a fucking journey this album is. And maybe I’ve eaten too many psychedelics to this album, but man does it encapsulate life so well—the journey from birth to death, and the hardships along the way.
Anywho, enough rambling. “Time’s” intro is playing and I’ve got CRAZY goosebumps. This album will always be a very emotional trip for me. So many good and bad memories to this one. Thank you Pink Floyd.
“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.”