Binga Is A

little drama
queen but then
being the runt
survival seems
dramatic even
now, cuz she is
still there in her
head, the fact is
she is the queen
sans the drama but
all is cool cuz we
get each the other.

It's Amazing That

while we
are being
we become.

Our Taste For

life should
trump our
taste for stuff.

Reflection Sits

atop of
understanding.

We Can Live

with nature as a
small part of her
or on her as a if
we are distinct.

Lost In Time /

space, lost in
thought lost in
you; sans a map.

We Can Be

encumbered with
desire & ambition
or the beauty of
understanding.

The Bones Of

cities are the
remains of the
unsustainability
(destructive) of
capitalism; imagine
what was there &
look @ what we left
behind.

The Third World

is only 3rd. to
us to them it
just is the only
way to go or be
gone.

We Need To

see inside our
self til we re-
arrange our self
closer to sane.

Many Need To

rattle those locks
& the cage.

For Far Too

many no amount
of sugar will
bring sweetness
to their cup.
  David Gilmour
lyrics Polly Samson

The Blood

of a bleeding
heart is their
art; the art of
being.

The Size Of

the prize for
hang'n on is
predicated on
our understanding.

Far Too Many

are stuck in
master slave
relationships.

Our Abstraction

is someone's
reality.

We Can Tune

in to the frequency
of man or Pachamama;
I'll stick with her.

Hearing Without

our lips moving
is the sound of
silence.

Our Lips

are;t moving
while we
are talking.

Some Of Us

are @ your
eventuality
& the porch
light is wait-
ing to welcome
you home to the
bliss of under-
standing; cuz we
were young travel-
ers once upon a time.

Pain & Joy

sound the same
in any tongue.

We Can't Begin

to understand
til we admit /
accept that it's
all just people
& the rest of it
we made up.

Times (illusions) Get

strange on
the downhill.

There Is No

need to feel
strong if you
don't feel weak.

Math Is The

language
of logic.

The Lunatic (royalists)

fringe is one
step (election)
away from hav-
ing it all.

Typing (texting)

is sign
language
(electron-ically
or so it appears) &
the writing is
on the wall
but who's looking,
seeing reading &
understanding.

We Can Murmur

or wonder
through life.

We Live

quantum lives.

That Which Is

clearly 'crazy' to
most is not
all crazy to
those who are;
it's us who are
crazy to them as
they think it would
be crazy not to do
'X' cuz they can &
don't see past the
supposed profits.

Inner Peace

can't begin
until we forgive
our self then
the other.

Some Of Us

care about &
try to live by
what is real
truth not what
we feel or believe.

We Have A

psychotic society
populated by
various shades
of psycho's, cuz
we can't part of
& not of.

If We Don't

rattle 'that lock'
it will rattle us
if we real-eyes-
it or not.

Those Who Wonder

about supersymmetry
should consider
quantum entanglement.

We Live Virtual

or surrogate
lives.

In Politics

& life we can
be for something
we know won't
happen & against
something that is
inevitable & believe
we are acting on
principal.

If Our Goal

is to spend
our last day
on earth in
song the rest
will be easy.

Just Cuz We

can & it's
profitable
does not mean
we should.

Faces Of Stone

look on as they
pour hate & blame
on the 'other'.

The Econ. & Political

royalty see poverty
as a crime & the poor
as criminals who become
profit centers in
corp. prisons.

"Comfortably Numb"

"Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?

Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again

Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb. 

Roger Waters-The Floyd                         ' 

'It's' Not The

miracle of love
but the miracle
of understanding /
tolerance
from which only
unconditional
kindness & perhaps
love flow.

There Is No

good place to hide
sorrow & illusion
is the worst cuz
you believe you've
got this. (til
you don't).

Illusions Often

appear to mutate
from light to dark
before they dis-appear.

Just Us

between the sun,
moon & tide just
every day people.

We Can Pump

up the volume
tp drown it out
or be submerged.

Daydreamers Should

be cognizant
that it easy to
sleep walk thru
life.

There Is A

difference but
only if we
understand.

The 'Us'

can't go back
to where we
blewit.

Pachamama &

the hour are
growing hoarse.

Our 'Net Worth'

is worth some
thing cuz we
believe & say
it's so.

Corp. Prisons =

captive customers.

All Life

 is star stuff 
maintained
by star drops.

The Fight Is

to break out of
the unconditional
loop of feelings /
beliefs via
logic / reality.

We Can't See

in while
looking out.

At Times Hanging

on isn't easy
& we will
never know
unless we do,
just don't give
in without a fight.

Superficiality Is

required for
social pathology.

The Despertly

mentally ill
find desperation
normal.

Where There Is

awe & respect
there is no room
for profits.

'It' Took Where

I have been
to be where
I am & would
do it all again
to be I am going.

Being A Bit

slow 'it' took
me a lifetime
to begin to
understand what
I wanted to know.

It's Difficult

to deal with
the now as
we hold fast to
the past illusions /
beliefs.

"A Boat Lies Waiting"

 

David Gilmour

"Something I never knew
In silence I'd hear you
And a boat lies waiting
Still your clouds all flaming
That old time easy feeling

What I lost was an ocean
Now I'm drifting through without you
In this sad barcarolle

What I lost was an ocean
And I'm rolling right behind you
In this sad barcarolle

It rocks you like a cradle
It rocks you to the core
You'll sleep like a baby
As it knocks at death's door"

Songwriters: DAVID JON GILMOUR, POLLY ANNE SAMSON

 

Thinking A Thought

we never imagined
is like finding a
new place or way
of being.

"Rattle That Lock

 

David Gilmour, Polly Samson

Whatever it takes to break
Gotta do it
From the burning lake or the eastern gate
You'll get through it

Rattle that lock, lose those chains

(illusions / beliefs)
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Let's go do it
Have it all our way

(real way)
Go back to where we blew it
And lose our heads along the way

So long sin, au revoir chaos
If there's a heaven, it can wait
So long sin, au revoir chaos
If there's a heaven

Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
And all the other travellers
Become phantoms to our eyes
Furies and the revellers
Fallen angels in disguise

No discord, chance or rumour
Is going to interrupt this place
No discord, chance or rumour
To interrupt this
So let's get to it
It's calling like a flame
Through the darkness and the night
The world suspended on a golden chain

Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains"

"...The Porch Light

is waiting...."
David Gilmour

Those Who Believe

that time took
their dreams
away should
consider that it
was reality that
took their
illusions away.

The Student

can teach
the teacher
to understand,
now that's
balance /
symmetry /
synchronicity.

3-D Illusion

replete with
Dolby does
not make it
real / true.

The First

endless river
is the one
filled with
sun (star) drops.

The Warmth Of

pride is a
shadow of ego.

We Believe

what we are told
& see is true cuz
we say so.

'The Shadows

of my night
started out as
stars in my eyes.'
David Gilmour
(illusions have
a habit of appear-
ing to mutate from
light to dark)

The Joy In

the joystick
you hold in
your hand is
transitory.

'We Can't Go

back to where
we blew it so
rattle that lock
let's get to it.'
David Gilmour

"Welcome my son(s),

welcome to the machine
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time
Provided with toys and 'scouting for boys'
You brought a guitar to punish your ma
And you didn't like school, and you
Know you're nobody's fool
So welcome to the machine

Welcome my son(s), welcome to the machine
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream
You dreamed of a big star
He played a mean guitar
He always ate in the Steak Bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the machine"

Roger Waters The Floyd
Love Dad & Grandpa

 

"Brain Damage

(Roger Waters)

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"
The Floyd

"Us and Them

(Waters, Wright) 7:40

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died. "
The Floyd

Our Standard

of living is in
conflict with
our quality of
life. (& un-
sustainable).

Nature Is Unreal

yet reality;
the art &
artist.

"Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand 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

And 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

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell"

The Floyd

We Are Told

what & how
to believe until
we do what
we believe.

If Every One

missed the starting
gun no one missed it.

We Can't 'Be'

about us (I) &
see us in context
of a mono-culture
which is never
healthy cuz 'it'
is out of balance
but hey it's profit-
able.

It's Amazing How

many live in
the cauldron
of hate, blame
etc..

Our Division

Bell (cries) rang
at our birth.

There Is A

connection
between our
breathing &
sea, light, x,
radio, etc.
waves.

Or 'It's' Not

looking for the
good in others
but finding 'it'
in our self;  except
for predators, users
& taker in dis-guise.

Looking For The

good in others is
pointless unless /
until we find 'it'
in us.

If We Try

kindness of (&)
understanding
first we rarely
get to derision
or condemnation
cuz there are more
than enough in
the cauldron of,
hate & blame.

Bitterness Tastes

the same on
every tongue
but how it feels
is what matters
& determines if
it's bitter sweet
only after we
think it thru.

t's" All

there
inside
but not real til
we wear the
inside out.

Things Are Not

what they seem,
appear or what
we believe.

"Eclipse

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
everyone you meet
All that you slight
everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
There is no dark side of the moon really.
Matter of fact it's all dark."
(it's all dark including us
except for the stars / suns)

   The Floyd 

"Hey You

 

 

Hey you out there in the cold
Getting lonely getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high
As you can see
No matter how he tried
He could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
(& believe).
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall"
(divided we are by design)

Pink Floyd

I Feel You

in the sun drops
& hear you in
the silence.

"Mother, do you think

 they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh, aah, mother, should I build the wall?

Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh, aah, is it just a waste of time?

Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm

Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she's good enough? (For me?)
Mother, do you think she's dangerous? (Tell me?)
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh, aah, mother, will she break my heart?

Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up till you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean

Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
You'll always be a baby to me

Mother, didn't need to be so high "
   The Floyd - Mother
PS. But then there was alot to hide
from & away. (the true truth)

Non-Sense

subsumes common-
sense / logic.

Her Memory

is a smile
in my heart.

What We Refer

to as personality
traits are traits
of mental illness.

Genetic Engineering

by design (?) or
pollution neither
of which is wise.

We Are The

mono-culture
in the poly-
culture of
Pachamama.

Cheering Accord

& silent accord
are the same thing
sans the decibels.

Perspective =

get'n lost in
the moment
vs. our self

We Can't Know

the strength
of the lock
'til we rattle
those chains.

The Difference Between

gangsters & banksters
is who paid to write
the laws.

We Are Maniftations

of distant echoes.;
where do we go
from here?

There Is A Long

fall if we slip
thru the fingers
of the limelight.
 Alan Parsons

We Come From

& go to out'a
the blue'; the
why is ? or
up to us.

If We Attempt

to sweep away
sorrows with
illusion we will
lose cuz we
can't be sure
of any-thing.

"...One World

one soul. Time pass
the river roll. And
he talks to the river
of lost love & dedication.
And silent replies that
swirl invitation. Flow
dark & troubled to an
oily sea. A grim
imitation of what is
to be. There's an
unceasing wind that
blows through this night.
And a silence that speaks
so much louder than words
of promises broken."
   The Floyd-Sorrow

"...The Echo Of A Distant

time comes willowing
across the sand...And
no-one showed us to
the land. And no-one
knows the where or
whys.... Strangers pass
in the street by chance
two separate glances
meet. And I am you &
what I see is me. And
help me to understand
the best I can. And thru
the window in the wall
come streaming in on
sunlight wings a million
bright ambassadors of
morning.. And no-one
sings me lullabies &
no-one makes me close
my eyes & so I throw
the windows wide &
call to you across the
sky."
  The Floyd Echoes

"The Speechless

meet in
silent accord
on the wings
of the night.."
   The Floyd

Echoes & 'Embers

of bridges glowing
in our past' are the
same thing; the
art of remembering.
    The Floyd

Going In Circles

going in orbits
are two views
of the same thing.

Wish You

were here
glad you
are here.

"...The Sweet Smell

of great sorrow
lies over the land
...A man lies &
dreams of green
fields & rivers. But
awakes to a morning
with no reason for
waking...haunted
by memories of
lost paradise... it's
not enough..."
    The Floyd-Echoes Sorrow

"...One Inch Of

love is one inch
of shadow. Love
is the shadow that
ripens the wine....
Witness the man
who raves @ the
wall...Will he
remember the lesson
of giving?...Set the
controls for the center
of the Sun."
  The Floyd-Echoes pt 1

Heroes =

ghosts.

It's Difficult

to discern
happiness
& quiet
desperation.

Make Believe Is

what ever we say
it is, the issue is
when we believe /
feel that reality
is what we say it is.

If All We

see & touch
is all we can
be we should
be in touch so
we can see.

We Can't Be

ok with no money
& not ok with too
much.

We Can Take

the flower &
never have it
just respect it
just like life.

Some Teachers

teach to
understand
& some just
recite.

The Road We

are on & the
frequency we
are on is the
same thing;
It takes time to
learn to tune
out all the static.

All Political Parties

are private corp.
or brands like
Chevy & Ford.

"..One More

easy way out
I won't be tak'n..."
 Alan Parsons

































































































'.

Those Who Believe

that there are
too many lonely
hearts in the ''real
world' don't real-
eyes there are more
in 'their world'.

If The Few

cared about the
many the many
would not be be-
holding.

"...Don't Know

why we got here
or how we came...".
  Alan Parsons

The Some One

watching you is
you from another
place in time for
all time.

We Can't Escape

the us soo we
should reduce
the fuss.

The Difference

between illusion
& false illusion
is belief / feelings.

"...It's Never Too

late to change
the road you
are on..".
 Led-zeppelin

'..No One Knowns

how near or
how far you
are 'or who,
what or where
you are ;perhaps
just you.
   The Floyd

The Binga

is my bingo.

Far Too Many

believe they
are 'the' star
of their universe.

It's Amazing How

we make reality
fade like shadows
into the dim.

We Murmur

about as we
sleep walk
to & fro.

The Cosmos

is galactic
socialism.

'Frightened By

the shadows @ night
exposed by the light' =
afraid.
   The Floyd

Logic Is Hazordous

to our beliefs.

This Is The

right time to
believe in 'true
truth' cuz it's
about to be
'our' reality.
  Lisa Stansfield

Don't Stay Stuck

in a cauldron of
hate, blame,
spite, regret, etc..

The Skin Of

a dying love
becomes pallid.

The One Call

I hope to
never miss
is the call
of the wild.,
(nature).

Trying To Explain

logic to feelings
is in-sane.

The 7 + Billion

of us share the
same sun, moon
& Pachamama
regardless if we
do or not.

We Can't Kill

our way to peace;
but Pachamama
can & will; but
hey it's way
more profitable &
satiates our societal
psychoses.