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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Greatest Lyrics On Earth

I was once having breakfast with a singer songwriter in Rome about 7 years ago when I offered a piece of advice to him which he had not asked for but which I felt compelled to offer. The greatest songs, I said, were those which not only had a catchy tune to sing to but which also offered real poetic insight into the human condition or which told a great story along the way.

Songs such as Take The Long Way Home by Supertramp or Hurricane by Bob Dylan never fail to keep me coming back because I get both something I love to sing to as well as some element of either a truth in the form of a narrative or else a catharsis of some sort. It was I believe either Plato or Artistotle who said:

"Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, but nevertheless dazzling, passionate, and eternal form."

Which brings me to my point today and that is - do you think there are any better lyrics on this planet to a song than those written by the band Pink Floyd in the song "Time" ? I am not sure if I know of anything better. If you do, please leave a comment below.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day 
You 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.

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