The darker side

This is one of my all-time favorite songs. I remember listening to it as a teenager. Back then, I wasn’t so sure of my sanity. Now I’m not so sure either, but it doesn’t bother me quite as much. I’m not exactly your average neighbor, but I’m not dangerous either. That seems to be a respectable happy medium. Maybe average after all? Does it matter? We all have our darker side. But remember, the night is always darkest before the dawn.

Brain Damage/Eclipse

 

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till I’m sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but its not me.

And if the cloudbursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

 

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.