Sad Syd
“Sing us a song
Syd
Something to
make us happy
A piece of
tortured genius
C’mon baby make
it snappy”
Sad Syd sitz
Misunderstood
He thinks he
shood
Be stould
And
understood
Mad Syd doesn’t
fit
But he doesn’t
fit
He could if we
would
But we wood
There are Syds
in every crowd
They can’t play
the liquid lines
Or sing those
infant rhymes
They’re nothing
like artists
So we don’t
give them the thyme
But there’s one
in every crowd
Looking for the
sumthing
Too far away
Too long ago
Over the fine
line
The find line
,the lost line
Genius /
Sadness
Ladness /
Lassness
Fastness /
Vastness
Vastness
Syd expired
like a sad sy
I cried like a
kid
For sad Syd
The days he
died
But I don’t
care if you can’t sing
I don’t care if
you can’t play
I’ll shed a
tear when you pass away
Cos you’re
worth your weight
In diamonds any
day
Syd had been
dead for years
When Roger
passed away
He was mourned
by the few
Who loved him
and knew
Who he really
was
And what he had
to say
But everyone
else just missed Syd
“Sing us a
song……..
Roger ”Syd”
Barrett was a founder member of Pink
Floyd. He left after their first album, as drugs and a mental breakdown took
their toll. Most of the rest of his life was spent as a virtual recluse, cared
for by his mother and sister.
Wilf 02 2008-
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