Pink Floyd wrote some really silly songs:<\/p>\n
\nA restless eye across a weary room
\nA glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
\nThe music played and played as we whirled without end
\nNo hint, no word her honour to defend<\/p>\nI will, I will she sighed to my request
\nAnd then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
\nThen drowned in desire, our souls on fire
\nI lead the way to the funeral pyre
\nAnd without a thought of the consequence
\nI gave in to my decadence<\/p>\nOne slip, and down the hole we fall
\nIt seems to take no time at all
\nA momentary lapse of reason
\nThat binds a life for life
\nA small regret, you won’t forget,
\nThere’ll be no sleep in here tonight<\/p>\nWas it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
\nOr was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
\nThe moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
\nThe year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone<\/p>\nOne slip, and down the hole we fall
\nIt seems to take no time at all
\nA momentary lapse of reason
\nThat binds a life for life
\nA small regret, you will never forget,
\nThere’ll be no sleep in here tonight\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\nBut on the same album (A Momentary Lapse of Reason), they have some of the greatest stuff ever:<\/p>\n
\nOn the turning away
\nFrom the pale and downtrodden
\nAnd the words they say
\nWhich we won’t understand
\n“Don’t accept that what’s happening
\nIs just a case of others’ suffering
\nOr you’ll find that you’re joining in
\nThe turning away”<\/p>\nIt’s a sin that somehow
\nLight is changing to shadow
\nAnd casting it’s shroud
\nOver all we have known
\nUnaware how the ranks have grown
\nDriven on by a heart of stone
\nWe could find that we’re all alone
\nIn the dream of the proud<\/p>\nOn the wings of the night
\nAs the daytime is stirring
\nWhere the speechless unite
\nIn a silent accord
\nUsing words you will find are strange
\nAnd mesmerized as they light the flame
\nFeel the new wind of change
\nOn the wings of the night<\/p>\nNo more turning away
\nFrom the weak and the weary
\nNo more turning away
\nFrom the coldness inside
\nJust a world that we all must share
\nIt’s not enough just to stand and stare
\nIs it only a dream that there’ll be
\nNo more turning away?\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Pink Floyd wrote some really silly songs: A restless eye across a weary room A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin The music played and played as we whirled without end No hint, no word her honour to defend I will, I will she sighed to my request And then she […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyric"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mhjb.co.nz\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}