Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there?
I got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keepin’ my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I got thirteen channels of #### on the TV to choose from
I got electric light
And I got second sight
I got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home
Ahh, now I’ll never hear that without thinking of Hill.
Sigh.
I wish I could go back to enjoying Pink Floyd music again. I used to love it, until I went to a Roger Waters concert in 2004 and found out what he was all about.
It’s like that thing that is seen cannot be unseen.
I despise Roger Waters for doing that to me.