The Hubby and I just finished watching one of Pink Floyd’s last concerts on DVD, an October 1994 performance in London during the Pulse Tour. Oh, if only we were able to see them live before they broke up, for what we saw on the TV screen was amazing. Imagine what it was up close and personal.
But what’s resonating in my head is the song “Wish You Were Here,” performed as part of the encore. For me — and I think, for many Pink Floyd fans — this is a poignantly haunting song. The acoustic guitars and piano, the single then paired vocals, the lyrics — all of it.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.