One Of My Turns

The extreme tiredness continues. As does the rather black mood.

A friend of mine, when he gets drunk, tends to send me text messages extolling the beauty of Pink Floyd tracks in general and Shine On You Crazy Diamond in particular - in fact he wants that track played at his funeral. I'm crashed out on the sofa having been there all day, more or less, and my mind drifts off to another Pink Floyd track - this time from The Wall. It seems rather appropriate at the moment. As does the whole album, come to that.

I could write a blog post about how I feel right now, but Roger Waters was there thirty years before me.

pink floyd

one of my turns

the wall 1979

Day after day, love turns grey, like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and you have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.

And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as razor blade, tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favourite axe.
Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase, just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV, or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?