Gata, m-ai (sur)prins ... radical . :-) Desi poate e pe undeva de inteles ca Barrett sa-ti para un personagiu interesant :-). Pentru mine e de-a dreptul fascinant Echoes, de pe Meddle (fosta semnatura) : poate pentru ca auzi, pipai nebunia (sau LSD-ul) in cea mai pura forma, te prinde, te ameteste,
sets the controls for the heart of the sun...
(Si mi se mai pare, iarasi, uluitor cum nevrozele (o fi corect ? : )) lui Waters s-au dezvoltat si ele in albume intregi (cu toate ca deprimantul solo de pe Comfortably Numb nu e "opera" lui, secventa care se deruleaza in film peste el este, cred eu, una dintre cele mai reusite imagini ale alienarii, descompunerii, spaimei... Whatever, vorbesc in subiectivitate de cauza. No, daca prind "vad", vorbesc despre PF pana la ban pe IP 
.) Hai sa postez si eu textul de la
Echoes - grea alegere, caci, la fel zic si io, aproape ca nu-i cinstit sa separi textul de muzica :-).
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time (tide?)
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
The starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
And no one speaks and no one tries
And no one flies around the sun
And now this is the day you fall
Upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.
