God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
I've been a fan since the late '70s when I was in High school. David Gilmore is one of my favorite guitar players. I really enjoy the live in Pompeii concert. You can watch it on youtube.
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? Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a leading role in a cage?
This is like the final exam of our character, I think!
National Rifle Association - Patron Member National Muzzleloading Rifle Association - Life Member and 1 of 1000 Illinois State Rifle Association - Life Member Carlinville Rifle & Pistol Club ~ Molɔ̀ːn Labé ~
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for president? Mother should I trust the government? Mother will they put me in the firing line?
My favorite. On Friday/Saturday nights, college days, we would turn off the lights, a bit tweaked of mind, light a candle on the coffee table and pound my pretty substantial stereo system to The Wall front to back and this song was my favorite. Remarkable album.
Good times, at least the times I can remember. Spent an evening and night and morning with my girlfriend and her roommate "listening" to the movie on VHS from the bedroom.
�Politicians are the lowest form of life on earth. Liberal Democrats are the lowest form of politician.� �General George S. Patton, Jr.
Good times, at least the times I can remember. Spent an evening and night and morning with my girlfriend and her roommate "listening" to the movie on VHS from the bedroom.
Just wondered how many others here love Pink Floyd?
Well, I can tell you this. If it's the middle of the night in a parking lot at a Grateful Dead concert in Wisconsin where thousands upon thousands of fellow miscreants are camping, and you just sucked down a big balloon of medical grade nitrous and are utterly blazed, and there's a Pink Floyd live bootleg playing on somebody's boom box (this is the 80's) and it's a cassette and it's insane, they are just going APESHÏT and it's all very psychedelic........... and then the tape ends suddenly...... and at that moment the whole WORLD ends because Pink Floyd going apeshît was the whole world, and it's a legitimate question whether you just died, or what the hell......
All of us are big Pink Floyd fans. I used to put little Mooseboy to sleep listening to Echos. KYHillCHick barely knew them when she first showed up. She's completely hooked.
Angus? The Ball Family Reunion is held down on the KY/TN line every year. The Ball Brothers used to be big down that way. The reunion used to be about getting those old guys on stage and playing, but they have all died off now, and the younger generation is more Rock-oriented than Bluegrass. Last year at the reunion, Angus did his Bluegrass thing at the formal reunion, and then was asked by some of the band to visit a rock gig being held at another local venue. Angus showed up with his guitar and was invited up on the stage to play.
He was asked what he wanted to play. Wish You Were Here segued to Sweet Home Alabama.
Most nights I go to sleep with Angus downstairs playing Pink Floyd on his Strat.
take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home a little place of their own the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings and they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v. to make sure they're still real it's the only connection they feel "ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley mr. brezhnev and party the ghost of mccarthy the memories of nixon and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin american meat packing glitterati" did they expect us to treat them with any respect they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye with their favourite toys they'll be good girls and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be applied
take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home a little place of their own the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings and they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v. to make sure they're still real it's the only connection they feel "ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley mr. brezhnev and party the ghost of mccarthy the memories of nixon and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin american meat packing glitterati" did they expect us to treat them with any respect they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye with their favourite toys they'll be good girls and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be applied
The fact that Waters was always trying to make political statements drove Gilmour nuts.