- In memory of Syd Barret
last night came a message from a friend:
'Syd Barret died'.
yeah, so? i am dead too, fending off masked people,
words, words, words, too many words
...and yet, what is this feeling, this lack of feeling?
The end of hope
for another song, poetry, image
strung on your Fender, end of a life
that was dead anyway,
except now there's something permanent
about it, 6 feet under
...no more music, no more words.
Shine now under red mud
or beneath blue skies, wherever you longed to be
paint under a willow tree
all the words you thought you lost in your haze
in colors that will enhance the black ties
your divided band wears for you
today, shine on you diamond,
in the darkness of our memories of you.