What is your favorite Pink Floyd lyric?

the whole song of goodbye cruel world is my favorite.

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ég gaf ykkur von sem varð að vonbrigðum.. þetta er ágætis byrjun

into the bedroom with my suitcase on the left, you'll find my favourite axe. don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days

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Don't believe everything you hear.......just everything you say!

I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got no where to fly to

"Doctor Doctor
I'm in bed
Doctor Doctor
Aching head"

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ehmm....none right now

From "One of my Turns"

"And I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tournaquet
Dry as a funeral drum"

From "Nobody Home"
"And ive got a strong urge to fly.......but ive got nowhere to fly to...."

And finnally from "Comfortably Numb"

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.

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"But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned
As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Can't this wait till im Old?
Can't I live while I'm young?"
"Chalkdust Torture"-Phish

Neptune, Titan, Stars can Frighten!

Screaming through the starlit sky
Traveling by telephone.
Hey ho, here we go
Ever so high.

- Flaming, from Piper at the Gates of Dawn

"WHAT SHALL WE DO NOW"

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.

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The Filth and the Fury!!!

it was just before dawn
one miserable morning
in black '44
when the forward commander was told to sit tight
when he asked
that his men be withdrawn
and the generals gave thanks
as the other ranks
held back the enemy
tanks
for a while
and the anzio bridgehead was held with a price
of a few hundred
ordinary lives
and kind old King George
sent mother
a note
when he heard that
father was gone
it was, I recall
in the form of a scroll
with gold leaf and all
and i found it one day
in a drawer of old photographs
hidden away
and my eyes still grow damp to remember
his majesty signed it
with his own rubber stamp
it was dark all around
there was frost in the ground
when the tigers broke free
and no one survived
from the royal fusilier’s
company C
they were all left behind
most of 'em dead
the rest of 'em
dying
and that's how the high command
took my daddy
from me

- "When The Tigers Broke Free" Pink Floyd, The Final Cut - A Requiem For The Post War Dream
For some reason, that song moves me more strongly than anything else

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I have returned for the sole purpose of pissing you off

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You f'cked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh, almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel, you're hot stuff with a hat pin,
and good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh, you're nearly a laugh,
but you're really a cry.

Not Pink Floyd, but close.

You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
Back in the good old days.
Then some damn fool invents the wheel...

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Taking away from you for the greater good. (The Audacity of Socialism).

"The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of the blessings.
The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery." -Winston Churchill

"Islam isn't in America to be equal to any other faith, but to become dominant" - Omar Ahmad (founder, C.A.I.R.)

This is among my favorites.. it describes more than a few individulals that I've had to deal with.....


And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown as you go down, alone,
dragged down by the stone.

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I have always been here.
I have always looked out from behind these eyes.

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognise I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word...overrun

Won't hear a sound
From my mouth
I've spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is could
To the human touch
This bleeding heart's
Not beating much

I murmured a vow of silence and now
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile

I'm creeping back to life
my nervous system all awry
I'm wearing the inside out

i love that song

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"I like to think that oysters transcend national barriers"
"Ashes and diamonds, foe and friend, we were all equal in the end"
"...So much behind us...still far to go...still far to go..."
April 5, 2006 was amazing

Perhaps the most profound lyric I've ever heard in my whole life. Brilliant.

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I'm Garth Marenghi - author, dream-weaver, visionary. Plus actor. You are about to enter the world of my imagination. This is my Darkplace.