Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by bobert123987
"Time" as written by Nicholas Berkeley Mason David Jon Gilmour
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, T.R.O. INC.
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Dont we all do that? Just sit and sulk? :-(
Waters is 'absolutely true' in lyrics, "Sun is the same, in a relative way"! heh heh! Do not forget that even Sun is getting older!
Geekgirl87 thà t's right on the spot!
I just turned 30 last month.
And it seems like I was 20 just yesterday.
Everything is the same, but different.
And time really does seem faster.
The time between age 10 and 20 seems like a million years, but between 20 and 30 seems like it just flies by.
,the sun is a marker a time, rise set, but fear of the unknown , a British(English ) thing , home comforts, fear of change keep use in the rut, as is said procrastination is the thief of time
I think everyone has been 'Waiting for someone or something to show you the way ' at one point. Just going along with life bored for the hell of it. This song is deeply meaningful and as shown by Mafer it can be life changing.
Brilliant.
When the guitar kicks in, the stanza represents someone in their 20s-30s, who continues these habits but suddenly realizes the time is now to do something. However, they still don't reach the expectations that they had dreamed to reach when they were younger. Then comes the guitar solo...which I consider the period of life that a person realizes they are in a midlife crisis, and that their life is a failure according to their standards. By then, 5/7ths of the song is done.
Then, between the ages of 40 and 60 (1/7th of the song), they try to make up for the time they wasted in their life, but then realize it is too late.
For the final minute, the song is talking about someone in old age doing nothing but sitting home and remembering their life.
Did not check this for errors, so I hope it makes sense. Just the way I see it.
-manning015
"Time’s" movement through stages in life is apparent through the shift in stanzas, each which illustrate a different stage of thinking. “Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,” symbolizes the beginning of a person’s journey, whether through life, or towards illumination in a subject. This progresses to the fourth stanza, which begins, “Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.” This line implies experience over many years, through increased involvement and lost innocence. Because of this progression, the ending stanza completes the song, creating with it the conclusion of a series of phases.
The progression displayed by “Time” is highlighted through the involvement of the listener. Pink Floyd use lyrics that focus not on someone in the band, but instead on the person listening. Pronoun usage is limited to “you” in every stanza until the end, when the statement, “…thought I’d something more to say,” is sung. This line is a realization of the events in the previous stanzas, putting them together and summing it up in the last phrase. It encourages the listener to examine his or her own life, look for meaning, but realize that someday, time will be gone.
Picking several perspectives from a wide range of ages, and organizing them accordingly, “Time” creates an image of a life cycle. Through select pronoun choice, Pink Floyd also achieves a way of telling the listener their message in a general sense, instead of through specific examples. “Time” is a song with universal context, created in part by a superb organizational structure, which exemplifies the message being conveyed.
"And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun,but its sinking" The midlife crisis hits. Upon the realization that you've wasted your entire life you try to make up, to "catch up with the sun" and force a respectable existence out of the relatively short amount of years you have left.
"Plans that either come to nought, or half a page of scribbled lines" The short burst of energy that is the midlife crisis has failed to procure any meaningful gains in ones life and you return to the normalcy of "hanging on in quite desperation". At this age "the time is gone, the song is over", you had your chance and you failed. There is nothing left to do but wallow in your depression and waste what time you have left at home, "warming my bones beside the fire"
Time has slipped away from your control and now controls you. You wait for death while
"Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells " The faithful are all the other people who let themselves be controlled by time, and they are in their graves (i.e. across the field, in the cemetery by the church)
This song is about the midlife crisis that many of us will go through when we hit old age, and how futile it is to attempt to reverse time. If any form of advice could be etched from this song it would be to make something of yourself while you still can, while your young.
Since I discovered it, it became -with It's raining again by Supertramp- my daily songs, just to remind me...
Anyhow, I'm going to steal your comment to put in the book 'of goodies' to leave behind, just for my kiddies, in case I don't live long enough to explain them!
Thanks for putting this interpretation so clearly!
Sorry that I stole. But I'll quote you.
;-)
Of course, Pink Floyd never meant to say the answer is to become a catholic monk, but maybe to have faith in your dreams.
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun"
sometimes i feel like i missed out on some of the most important times of my life