Wish you were here

I have every reason to be happy living with a teen.

I had great seats in grade ten to see Pink Floyd perform their Dark Side of the Moon tour date in Vancouver in the early 70's.

I recently got a copy of a David Gilmour concert series from 2001 and 2002. I was reminded that it was a great time for music when the Floyd were on their game.

I'm not stuck in a particular period of music in my preferences, but with lyrics like these it's worth noting the quality of the song writing again. When I walked into the guest house and my 15 year old was working out the lead line to Wish You Were Here, I was charmed. Apples falling close to the tree? It's comforting to know some of them were worth picking up. More likely this is Bruce's fault. ;^)


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?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And 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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.