Back on the sad songs. Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb does a spectacularly morose job of summarizing the
human condition.
When
I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
Ouch! Life is a pointless, hopeless big tease, only
coming through in waves, and we can’t hear it.
Is there anyone at
home? No. You are receding. We are all alone.
I mean, hopefully most of us
don’t feel this way too often, but we all do just a little from time to time, right?
Depressing, frightening - and definitely sad.
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