mr_zero

I was going to do a story before work. Then I saw a friends thread that reminded me of some Floyd songs I hadn't heard in a while.

I got drums all worked out. This next weekend I should have a lot of the instrumentation done. THat should give me time to shake the rest of this cold so I can do the vocals.

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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here. - Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here