"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
Syd's intonation on this line: forlorn. Painfully aware of when life had been different. Less confusing. Not so weary of rarely feeling understood when [attempting to] communicate with fellow human beings.
Syd's intonation on this line: forlorn. Painfully aware of when life had been different. Less confusing. Not so weary of rarely feeling understood when [attempting to] communicate with fellow human beings.
Always thought he referred to a "scar of white chalk," but perhaps merely because it sounded more intriguing. No, I wasn't thinking of the lines they draw on pavement when someone dies. Didn't think of that until I was writing it: only just before now.
Always thought he referred to a "scar of white chalk," but perhaps merely because it sounded more intriguing. No, I wasn't thinking of the lines they draw on pavement when someone dies. Didn't think of that until I was writing it: only just before now.
More thoughts on that: Reason is written on the brambles. His blood, stranded on the spikes, reads: "Oh Listen".
Right, so with that clarification out of the way ...
"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
Perhaps the "you" in this sentence is Reason itself.
The oppppsite of a "clear daytime" is a cloudy, or unclear, night.
He remembers when he could excersize reason, at a time when his life, his mind, was clear and bright - but no more.
"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
"Remember those times I could call through a clear daytime and you would be there."
Syd's intonation on this line: forlorn. Painfully aware of when life had been different. Less confusing. Not so weary of rarely feeling understood when [attempting to] communicate with fellow human beings.
Syd's intonation on this line: forlorn. Painfully aware of when life had been different. Less confusing. Not so weary of rarely feeling understood when [attempting to] communicate with fellow human beings.
Always thought he referred to a "scar of white chalk," but perhaps merely because it sounded more intriguing. No, I wasn't thinking of the lines they draw on pavement when someone dies. Didn't think of that until I was writing it: only just before now.
Always thought he referred to a "scar of white chalk," but perhaps merely because it sounded more intriguing. No, I wasn't thinking of the lines they draw on pavement when someone dies. Didn't think of that until I was writing it: only just before now.