Pusha T - If You Know, You Know (NSFW language) 'Pullin' up in that new toy The wrist on that boy rockstar like Pink Floyd'
I think that Reynold Girls must start a revolution and free the youngsters from this repression, before the whole world ages twice as fast in the hands of DJs who are more than twice their age. If they're not that old themselves already...
" My brother's back at home/ With his Pink Floyd and The Stones " "Fear in the air / Tension everywhere / Unemployment rising fast / Pink Floyd's new record's a gas "
LCD Soundsystem - All My Friends “We set controls for the heart of the sun, one of the ways that we show our age.”
He frequented the one on North Avenue. I used to see him around, speak with him from time to time. First time I met him, my band was opening up for his. I wisely, intuitively, somehow knew not to say "rah" when he told me to; he gave up - he was sad and frustrated with me, and I was like: I like ya, Wesley, but I'm not saying that. He promptly went and asked first person he saw next to say "rah" and she playfully obliged, and he immediately head-butted her; she was really dazed but then seemed okay. And I was like, I knew there was a good reason not to do what he was demanding.
Actually not about the band. Rick wrote it about, I believe, his nanny (or something like that) who was, inexplicably, named Pink.
I've heard that. But years ago I read an interview with Rick in some rock magazine where he said he wrote the song about Syd. Wish I still had the mag.
Why check out and comment on a thread about Pink Floyd if it is part of a musical era you don’t like? As the (fairly) recent pop hit says, “Haters gotta hate”...I guess!
The Chills Song For Randy Newman (from Soft Bomb, 1992) Can you hear sounds forming in your head? Do they say more than you've ever said? Will you share them, will you hold 'em instead People take so much, they use and discard If you try to touch, their rules are hard They may still return your gifts unopened Others made the same mistake Men like Wilson, Barrett, Walker Drake On the journey they were forced to make People take so much then leave if you lean You have no safe crutch, except your own conviction It drives your lovers and keeps at bay the others They flee the starving artist or bleed to feed his heart Hunger, hunger Hunger, hunger Hunger, hunger In New Zealand our volcanoes and towns Rest together in peace, keep their roots in the ground But that stone and wood explodes in a rage If you can't accept a cage, then you threaten danger Patrons will not feed you longer than they need to Your all-consuming passion will leave you craving love Hunger, hunger Hunger, hunger Hunger, hunger