This is the first song I learned on guitar sitting in my bedroom with a cheap Silvertone six string … 25 years later, I learned it again for keeps on the same guitar.
This song was originally composed as a bridge between two parts of an album written for an old friend that was missing; a friend who was important in making this artist who he was; a song written for a lyricist and writer that changed the way other musicians would forever view pop.
It’s a song about understanding where we are and how we are trapped in a world we didn’t create but must accept. It’s also a song about existing in this other world and no longer being able to share it with our friends. It’s a song about loss and losing more.
This isn’t the first time I’ve written the project around this band and trust me when I say it won’t be the last (I could probably do a whole blog about them ; but that would be trite).
Enjoy the …
With that, welcome back to a band that has helped make me, well, me.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd