Slouching Towards Oblivion

Saturday, March 04, 2017

Be Here Now

Wish You Were Here --David Gilmour


So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

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
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Don't take the training. Don't believe what they tell you without question. Don't go along to get along. Don't let them gaslight you. Stay woke and in the moment.

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