Sunday, October 30, 2011

Song of the Week - Time by Pink Floyd

Having just turned the ripe old age of 60 this past week, time has been on my mind. I have a lot of songs with Time in their title.

All Kinds of Time - Fountains of Wayne
All Time High - Rita Cooledge
All Time Low - Widespread Panic
By the Time I Get to Phoenix - Glen Campbell
Come Down in Time - Elton John
Comes a Time - Neil Young
Dark Time - October Project
Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? - Chicago
Every Time It Rains - Charlotte Martin
Good Times - Love
Good Times Roll - The Cars
Hard Times Are Over - John & Yoko
Haven't Got Time For The Pain - Carly Simon
I Just Wasn't Made For These Times - The Beach Boys
Long Time Coming - Delays
Long Time Gone - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
The Longest Time - Billy Joel
No Time - Frente!
No Time - The Guess Who
No Time Soon - Gnarls Barkley
No Time To Live - Brian Auger
Pledging My Time - Bob Dylan
Pony Time - Chubby Checker
Right in Time - Lucinda Williams
Time - The Alan Parsons Group
Time - David Bowie
Time - Hans Zimmer (Inception sound track)
Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper
Time and a Word - Yes
Time Has Come Today - The Chambers Brothers
Time Is - It's A Beautiful Day
Until It's Time For You To Go - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Who Knows Where The Time Goes? - Judy Collins

Just to name a few. But I decided to go with the classic Pink Floyd piece from Dark Side Of The Moon. I was 21 years old when this album came out. A newly minted adult, with all my future ahead of me. This song, about the end of long life has always been one of my favorites.

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.
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.

So 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 quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

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