Se murió Syd Barret hace 4 días y nadie dijo nada hasta hoy. Y como siempre pasa cuando de verdad ocurre algo, el himno a Barret que hicieron sus hijitos Waters y Gilmour pesa como roca, es preciso y directo al corazón:
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 we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here
