gilmour BLues

when i was a child
i had a weird dream
a guy with a guitar
and a hallway full of scream

as i turned to life
distortion entered my veins
rythm surpassed my spirits
and now i'd take the pain

and then there was a guy
the boy of "Barett"
he was coming back to life
and i wished he was here

the boy kept rhyming
and kept running like hell
he remembered a day
and felt his pulse well

a saucerful of secrets and
a momentary lapse of reason
the boy obscured by cloud and
a delicate sound of a thunder

dogs, pigs, sheep behind the wall
all the time and money and MOTHER
he was the dark side of the moon
and shone on his crazy diamond

i can feel the gilmour blues
and movement of those fingers
i have become "comfortably numb"
let the solo engulf my soul