Division Bell

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Today I heard The Division Bell 5 times. And I am sure that I shall hear it at least once more before I sleep tonight. The first time after you wake up at 12 noon on a thoroughly gloomy day and feel like one of those ... well ... those "Floyd" days. Switch on your comp and speakers and queue up Division Bell (Yeah today didn’t feel like "The Wall" day at all) listening to the riffs on A Great Day for Freedom and then to Cluster One. What better way to start the day. Well I thought I'd have lunch after that. You think so??? Of course not! Listened to the whole album before I even thought of getting up from my bed including High Hopes twice. I was slowly getting into the zone. This is feeling real real good. Nothing is bothering me. Who says you need alcohol? Who talks about dope at this moment? The peace was immense. As Sumit says... "You are now in the zone" There is no getting out of it if you don’t want to... Who would ever want to? Wafting with the breeze, listening to the rain on the softening earth outside, hearing the voices of someone somewhere... in fact anyone... anywhere... tapering out... then that complete disconnectivity... disjointedness, disatriculatedness, dismembered sounds stirred into a slow and soothing garble... the sweet sound of laughter suddenly bring a smile to my face. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of the dank earth and the wind dotted with water on your face, touching your parched lips and shut eyes. Nothing matters anymore... nothing at all. Did it ever?

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide


You and your worries are "poles apart" and the rain just "keeps talking"There is a heady spell over you, lost and found (what?), Zooming in and out of reality, losing consciousness to a deep, deep, dark, luring,

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now (Why won't you talk to me)
I can't seem to speak now (You never talk to me)
My words won't come out right (What are you thinking)
I feel like I'm drowning (What are you feeling)
I'm feeling weak now (Why won't you talk to me)

The void of sleep beckons... Darkness opens her arms... Sheltered from the rain and the breeze

Resplendent in black
Solemn presence
Kindly always watching
Yet unmoving

Her svelte style
Her knowing smile
With her gentle hand
You call her darkness

The newspaper slips from between my fingers and makes a shushing sound as it graces the floor. In the corner the dust swirls... lazily round and round. Seems that the evening wind is not only eddying my senses. Round and round. The dust flies... Enter Sandman... Nah! "Take it back'

She might take it back, she could take it back some day

Sleepy now... more than that actually… more like... I don't know what. I don’t want to think... I just want to write on and on and on... But there are no more words, no more syllables, no more sentences, no more nothing, no more no more...

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognize I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word... overrun

No more... An…

Where were you???