Ya me iré poniendo al día con las imágenes... pero ahora me llegó un buen recuerdo digno de ser nombrado. Mi primera canción de Floyd de la cual me gustó la melodía. De la cual entendí como canción y no como obra conceptual.
Claro que ahora me gusta todo, pero esas épocas... las cervezas de mi temporal peor enemígo (a quien ahora ni considero un poco como tal), la exageración alabatoria de la banda... la pseudo psicodelia... era fantástica. Me hacía sentir muy cool. Y ahora me trae buenos recuerdos. Y me abrí a los buenos shows visuales que ahora disfruto tan poco.
Así que gracias.
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we wont understand
Dont accept that whats happening
Is just a case of others suffering
Or youll find that youre joining in
The turning away
Its a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that were all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
Its not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that therell be
No more turning away?
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