— Producer Joe Boyd on Syd Barrett’s influence on late Pink Floyd and music in general
BB king
Sitting on the dock of the bay - Otis Redding
Blue in Green - Miles Davis
Jim Morrison - The Prayer
— Young American - David Bowie
He came to her through golden gates,
Fine food and diamond earings on display.
Turn your bearings to dead,
Send your beleifs to bed,
If you want to come and play.
Across the seas,
Which direction is which?
The sailor steers a sinking ship.
The people prey for a new born hitch,
To build the rafts, and sew up the stitch.
Anger riots for the way of change,
Who do you beat, once everyone’s been booed of stage?
Wondering minds, don’t dare for the sky,
The belief is forward,
Even if forward is downward.
The ladies, they sip on their apple martinis,
The eyes are fixed on the goss from the TVs,
Who is the bad guy, and where is the good guy?
No way to tell when they’re all in ally.
Alone on a dune, a shadow stands,
Looks up onwards, beyond the pleading hands,
He thinks to himself, within his own simple mind,
Whether or not they are worthy of his sands.
Would they squander and quarrel for their own bit of land,
Or would they live together,
In an unbreakable band?
After all of these years of sailing the seas,
And beating each other for any direction they please,
Why revolt now from their greedy ways,
When power is hunger,
And power does pay,
For the clothes obsess,
And TVs that they worship,
For the women they thrive for,
For the men that they dive for,
How could they leave their precious comfort,
When its all that they live for,
And only themselves they feed for?
So down the ship sinks,
To the bottom of the ocean,
As the man in the shadow,
Watches on with dumbfounded emotion.
He wonders how in the world
They could not muster up change,
And was it really worth the trade
Of materialism from sage?
