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Music that Haunts

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Halloween is a unique time here in America. It can mean many different things depending on where you live and how old you are.

Different things scare us to our fear core. I would guess that we are all haunted in one way or another.

I recently went through our entire music library and replayed this song from one of my favorite albums of all time. After listening to it several times, it dawned on me how much the lyrics of this song scares me. I think I first heard the song 'Time' when I was around 16 years old. I would play it occasionally on my Ipod many times over the years. and I've come to the conclusion that this song, over all others, made me realize how precious time is in my life. It haunted my very being and was most likely rolling around in my subconscious when I decided to consider taking this long voyage.

So in honor of Halloween, here are the lyrics to this great song which has haunted me my whole life. Does it haunt you too?


Time by Pink Floyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Posted by woa 19:20 Archived in USA

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