![]() When the genius of the child is unbounded. He is looking back to when magnets were miracles. The ringing of the division bell had begun" Our troughts strayed constantly and without boundary, "Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young, And in his youth, he had pictured it different. It has to be like it is, but he wishes it could be different. This song is about the course that life takes and how Gilmour doesn’t like it. The truth, however, in this song is about life. Pink Floyd's past and Gilmour's relationship with Roger Waters may play a part in this song, but those are facts. There is a difference between true and truth. A subset, if you will, belonging to the greater whole. His music my Bible.Ĭ) To those of you who said this song is about Roger Waters and the early days of Pink Floyd, you can have your opinions, but the way I see it, that can only be a portion of the meaning of this song. Maybe I am too passionate about music, but I don't see it that way. It stimulates, motivates and is so powerful, that it brings me to tears. This opinion is based on what I believe the meaning of the song to be, but nonetheless, it is perfection. Never.ī) The guitar solo at the end of this song is the greatest solo I have ever heard in my lifetime (and I listen to a lot of music). Don't get me wrong Roger Waters was the creative mastermind, but he cannot touch Gilmour on a guitar. That being said, Gilmour is very receptive to music. It is simply funneled through us and I have to agree with him. Santana said that music exists in the universe regardless of us. I think that there is always a correct note to play at a correct time, and granted playing an incorrect note won't ruin the song, but playing the correct note creates something bigger than a song. When I listened to many Floyd songs and heard Gilmour playing (mind you this is the first time I was hearing the songs) I imagined what the next note would be and it is what he played. When I say best guitarist, I mean the ability to play the right note at the right time. I don't want to get into an argument about Hendrix and Clapton, because from a technical standpoint they are clearly better. In my opinion, the best guitarist of all times. ![]() Though down this road we've been so many timesĪ) David Gilmour is God. Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of worldĮncumbered forever by desire and ambition Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground ![]() Running before times took our dreams away There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps The ringing of the division bell had begunĪlong the Long Road and on down the Causeway Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
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