Hey, you - me and Pink Floyd


Hey you, (1)
Out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?

The years are winding, and winding on,
Time passes, and I'm lingering,
Waiting.

Hey you,
Standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile,
Can you feel me?

And I wonder what I'm waiting for,
I'm shutting my heart,
and shutting the door.

Hey you,
Don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.

I thought I knew how to tear it tooth and nail,
I thought I'd be able to take the good with the bad,
I thought I knew how to gracefully fail.

Hey you,
Out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone,
Would you touch me?

The only ringing that I'm hearing,
is the sound of trains nearing,
Their heavyness making the rails squeal,
and I feel, that I don't feel.

Hey you,
With your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out,
Would you touch me?

The rattles and bangs that echo there,
would bother me if I wanted to care,
But Mr. Young has said it best,
I'm a coin that won't get tossed,
So lost among the piles of papers on my floor.

Hey you,
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

I touched the stones stood long ago, (2)
by men now faceless with spirits spent,
I bent my head as their backs must have bent,
and sent something off somewhere. A wish?

I wish I could carry the weight,
but the burden there,
is one I can't share anymore.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high, as you can see.
No matter how he tried he could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

That was the wish, and the dream,
A fantasy, a story, a deceased thought.
And left rotting by the road,
I've been told,
the cultures (3) will come to pick it clean.

Hey you,
Out there on the road,
Always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?

Who's talking now? Who's guiding me?
I seem to have lost the ear,
that used to hear what you said,
when you dreamed out loud,
and I'd listen,
smiling from my bed.

Hey you,
Out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?

There's a sound of frustration and anger out there,
The air is full of cracking and aching and voices,
And if I'd used my choices,
I wouldn't be here to listen,
I'd be out there making merry with an angel.

Hey you,
Don't tell me there's no hope at all.
Together we stand, divided we fall.

Oh the words that out my mouth,
the syllables that make my mother cry,
the sentences run out upon the wires,
making my friends cringe,
making them angry,
as I tell them to save all their magic for themselves,
because I'm forgetting how to read it,
and they shouldn't waste it,
on the blind.


(1) The italicised text on the page are the lyrics to Pink Floyd's Hey You from The Wall. The rest is my own work.

(2) The standing stones referred to here, are the Avebury Henge in England, about half an hour from Stonehenge.

(3) That word was intended to be vultures but it wasn't until the day after this piece was written that I noticed the typo and I've decided to leave it as it is.



2002 05 23 - 11:31

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