"Did they get you to trade, Your heroes for ghosts, Hot ashes for trees, Hot air for a cool breeze, Cold comfort for change, Did you exchange?? A walk on part in a war, for a lead role, in a cage."
Whenever I hear these lines sung by David Gilmour a member of The famous band Pink Floyd a mixture of feelings run through my heart.
There's this picture which runs through my mind: A guy wearing a torn jeans, looking at the setting sun, A cigar in one hand and a beer bottle in another, grown beard, never blinks his eye while looking at the sun set till it dissappears.
Probably that guy is me.
But everytime a pink floyd song plays in his playlist. He always looks at the setting sun thinking something. Halucinating himself somewhere.
Is this a Dream or a connection ? He has never scene a pink floyd video where a character or the artists are in such a scene.
But may be, the band for him is a mixture of frustration and peace.
The cigar and beer in his hands shows the level of frustration he is going through. He thinks it will bring him peace or may be vanish those creepy memories crawling over his mind like insects, eating up his heart, killing down his soul.
Standing in an open farm or at a beach alone. A calm breeze flowling through. All he can listen to the song this band is playing. All he can feel is the breeze. All he can drag is the smoke. Draging in to kill those insects crawling with the smoke. The sun going down and shining like a diamond on him.
Peace Peace Peace. shouts his mind.
He needs Pink Floyd in Peace and in frustration. He needs it to keep him out of the bright lights. He needs it to be in the dark to see what is clear.
The picture running through his mind is the same in every track he listens to. Only what he thinks looking at the sun, what he feels, where his crazy mind wanders, is different.
He talks to self, no one's in there, He is feeling down, But no one's out there.
He is, Comfortably Numb.
He needs it when things around him are eating him up. He needs to call out his love, but no one listens his cries. his shouts. though he is quiet and numb.
At the end of every song he finds an answer to his questions. Waiting for the next question which will pull him back.
That picture running through his mind never answers everything. It just gives him peace. Peace is all he needs.
Peace is what The band, Pink Floyd, gives him.
Spoken.
