Barrett Piper at the Gates of Dawn. Camping. Throwing frisbee with beer in hand. (I might have smoked something too)
That's living.
Aaron (the loonatic on the dark side of the moon) they helped me build my wall and break it down time and time again, thanks to them i now live on the dark side of the moon, they have fueled many good and a few bad trips. all i have to say is thanks. 000808
pyriel in the flesh? 000808
Rhin Syd Barrett crashed my computer today! Damn him, and all of Pink Floyd, (for the moment anyway)! 001205
daxle the first time I walked in to lou's records was the first time I saw "works" and it was the first cd I lended out and didn't back until a year later because of the first time I got detention for 8 hours for the first time I got caught ditching high school
this was all caused by my first day in high school when I first met matt who caused me to first meet jessica who first told me about pink floyd and introduced me for the first time to her step brother nigel who first borrowed my cd and put the first tire marks on the new asphalt on the street outside my house
Im under a rock .....................
here's a few periods or ya.
corporal clegg (god) i had a wooden leg. 001205
Mrs. Clegg did you win it in a war? 001205
pig on the wing in 1944. 001205
Mrs. Clegg might you have a medal too? 001205
corporal clegg why, of course i do. it's orange red and blue.
i found it in a zoo.
Rhin A Floyd story

The blinking P U L S E box sat on the iron rack, for years. I guess since it's release, in 1995? I always wondered when it would stop blinking. I looked at it every single day. The morning I stumbled into my home, after just leaving my husbund, in the back of a hearst, I looked around the room, and noticed something was different. My eyes finally found the source...The P U L S E box had stopped blinking overnight. It stopped the night he died. It blinked for 4 1/2 years, without pause. I tore the box off of the shelf and slung it as hard as I could across the room. Then I scrambled to the floor, and cradled it, and immediately replaced the battery in it for Tony. I think I thought if the box blinked again, then it would somehow bring him back again. It has not, but the box sits on my desk, still blinking. I look at it every day, and wonder if it stops again, will I be here to replace the battery, or will I be the reason it stopped blinking?

I am so fucked up today...

For my husband's funeral, I had brought in his music, checked out the sound system, and gave our minister, the music I wanted played, and in what order. Well, he insisted on taking it home and listening to it. I sent Pink Floyd, Eagles, and Eric Clapton, to name a few...Well, he had the music for a few days, came back looking rather flustered, and said, "Maybe we should go with something everyone can understand." I told him, "This music is respectful towards Tony, and everyone he know's has learned how to fly, so in not playing it, you are disrespecting everyone". Well, he continued to stand firm, and the only music he finally gave a thumbs up to was Sarah McGlacklin. I still can't figure out why? I like Sarah, but it was not appropriate. Anyway, the service was cool. Van didn't preach. He just talked about Tony. He walked around, and talked about him with us. He would stop at intervals, and play the line-up of songs I had chosen. It turned out the way I wanted it. It was real. It was him, even if Pink Floyd wasn't there. He should have been there! As I sit here typing this, 'High Hopes' are echoing throughout the room, and I can't stop thinking about him, and how he would get on his Floyd kicks, and listen to nothing but him, for sometimes months at a time. I listened right along with him. I want to still listen with him. I use to hear Pink Floyd as Pink Floyd, but now I hear Pink Floyd and feel melancholy. I can't fucking stand this!!! What do I do? I can't fucking throw everything out that reminds me of him, or else I would have nothing left! A part of me died the day he did, and has never, and will never come back to life. Oh god, he was everything! If I continue to listen to Floyd today, I am going to end up on a goddamn bridge! The honest truth is, I have not been able to listen to Floyd since September 5, 1999. I am trying so hard to just listen and not feel, but it's hard when I can feel Tony reverberating out of the speakers. Where is my goddamn Valium? I feel like going out to his lake, and being with him there, but I'm afraid if I do that, I won't ever return. Oh god, help me...

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

He really loved this song.
Repeat button - for the ninth time...
I have no tears left.
god Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

have faith rhin.
we will all meet again.
jennifer I remember Sam_Shackelford had a picture of the "back catalouge" hanging in her room. Along with several posters of Julie Newmar as Catwoman 001206
Rhin Coming Back to life

"Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you do and the things you say surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistable pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight...into the shining sun"

I played High Hopes 17 times. Now I feel better. Mmmmmmm...Welcome back self, I have missed you! I have missed Floyd! Damn, I can't believe I remember the lyrics to these songs! It feels like yesterday...I guess I'm heading "straight back into the shining sun".

What else is there?
Rhin Thank you Barrett! 001206
Barrett *Barrett hugs Rhin*
"Glad to help."
Rhin Behind the name...

Pink(ney) Anderson
blues, ballads, rags...
*remembered as a great bluesman & songster, with a repertoire that was very broad and deep, a necessity of working medicine shows. Much of his blues was influenced by the records of Blind Boy Fuller. Pink was recorded only sparingly in his life. He was past his prime once recorded, but still a man who obviously knew how to deliver the goods. Peg Leg Sam: "Pink had me playing, with my tongue hanging out, like a mule plowing corn."

Floyd Council
(Anyone have any info. on this musician? Did he ever record?)
Pink Floyd............inspired!

The following excerpts were taken from a classic children's tale - The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame. I hadn't read this tale in such a long time, and I had been thinking about the following chapter. So, down comes the book, from it's perch high upon the bookshelf. Please pull up a chair. Allow me to share some of it with you...

Chapter 7 -
'The Piper at the Gates of Dawn'

...Then a change began slowly to declare itself. The horizon became clearer, field and tree came more into sight, and somehow with a different look; the mystery began to drop away from them. A bird piped suddenly, and was still; and a light breeze sprang up and set the reeds and the bulrushes rustling. Rat, who was in the stern of the boat, while Mole sculled, sat up suddenly and listened with a passionate intentness. Mole, who with gentle strokes was just keeping the boat moving while he scanned the banks with care, looked at him with curiosity.

'It's gone!' sighed the Rat, sinking back in his seat again. 'So beautiful and strange and new. Since it was to end so soon, I almost wish I had never heard it. For it has roused a longing in me that is pain, and nothing seems worth while but just to hear that sound once more and go on listening to it forever. No! There it is again!' He cried, alert once more. Entranced, he was silent for a long space, spell bound.

...The Rat never answered, if indeed he heard. Rapt, transported, trembling, he was possessed in all his senses by this new divine thing that caught up his helpless soul and swung and dangled it, a powerless but happy infant in a strong sustaining grasp.

...'Now you must surely hear it! Ah-at last-I see you do!'

Breathless and transfixed, the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping, broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade's cheeks, and bowed his head and understood. For a space they hung there, brushed by the purple loose-strife that fringed the bank; then the clear imperious summons that marched hand-in-hand with the intoxicating melody imposed its will on Mole, and mechanically he bent to his oars again. And the light grew steadily stronger, but no birds sang as they were wont to do at the approach of dawn; and but for the heavenly music all was marvellously still.

If you do not possess this marvelous tale, and want to read it, in it's entirety, please visit:
(Kenneth Grahame-The Wind in the Willows)

(The Piper at the Gates of Dawn/ch. 7)
WingedSerpent So ya thought ya might like
to go to the show

too feel the warm
thrill of confusion
that space cadet glow

tell me
is something eluding you, sunshine?
is this not
what you expected to see?

If you wanna find out
what's behind these cold eyes
you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise

...reminds me of Barrett

(Rhin turns, and walks from room)
god 010222
velvet spasm 010424
lost pink floyd kicks ass. 010424
Miner You raise the blade
You make the change
You rearrange me till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head
But it's not me
not god 010710
sarah no one can replace them - EVER. 010820
god Hi,

Here's a question I'd like to throw out to this group.

For years I have heard about a Jimi Hendrix video that includes footage of
Jimi in the U.K. in November/December 1967. It may include some of the
Christmas on Earth revisited footage. I'm not sure about that. Anyway, I
have been told by a couple of different sources that on this particular
video there is a segment of an interview with a couple of fans talking
about Jimi Hendrix. The interview was done in one of the concert halls
where Jimi was going to perform. What is so interetsing to me is that I
have been told that while the interview is being conducted, you can hear
Pink Floyd performing in the background.

Usually I treat such information as nothing but rumor. But as I've heard
this from a number of different sources over the years, I tend to believe
it exists.

Can anyone on this list shed any light on this?

nah....! david_gilmour
nah....! this band is
nah....! pink_floyd_albums 020208
xxx shine on you crazy dimond 020522
jane go see the wall right now 020607
Rhin 021028
child of the wall to sum up pink floyd is one word: beautiful 030131
someoneintheway you guys are my heroes, pink floyd is the greastest thing since great, there can never be anythiing better. 030503
innertide what is it to me?

what isnt pink_floyd to me?

a love too strong to decide
a love too strong to explain
with mere words...

would you like to show pink floyd what it is to you?

a key to a door that has never been opened...
oren I grew up a fan of their work. Now my 18-year-old has "discovered" them. I_think that_is very_cool. 060308
REAListic optimIST This is my favorite song to sing karaoke


Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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
And 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 a 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
And when I come home cold and tired
Itís 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 spells.
oren One of my favorites:

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

And did they get you to trade
Your heros 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.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
what's it to you?
who go