Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
'Cross timbered deck, no sailor creeps,
As in night's sky, Polaris weeps,
Fog's distant bank, at eventide,
Shields yonder shore, mist, reef does hide.
Slowly drifting, thoughts unspoken,
Uncharted waters, sextant broken,
What is that was, shall never be,
Marooned upon Sargasso Sea.
Marooned!!!! Plundering typhoons!!!
I can feel the slow splash of the sea water; hurting a marooned sailor here...
Excellent is the right word here, Mike...
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall