Syd Barrett, co-founder of Pink Floyd, dead at age 60.
Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
…How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here…
RIP: Roger Keith “Syd” Barrett, January 6, 1946 – ABT July 7, 2006
And the madcap laughed…
I posted this E J Thribb inspired composition on my blog here:
So. Farewell
Then Syd
Barrett.
You were
Famous for
Your big hit
Bike,
You can ride
It if you
Like.
Shine on
You crazy
Diamond.
Soon after dark Emily cries
Gazing through trees in sorrow, hardly a sound ’til tomorrow
If all he’d written was “See Emily Play,” he’d still rank pretty high with me.
I hate to nitpick, but out of respect for Syd and the band, could you correct the typo (Foyd)?