Troubadors Corner

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Friday, February 17, 2006

The other day, unbidden, this song came into my head.

The Trial (Waters, Bob Ezrin) 5:16
Good morning,
Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature;
This will not do.

Call the schoolmaster!

I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honor.
If they'd let me have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied,
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today?

Crazy, Toys in the attic
I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy.

You little shit you're in it now,
I hope they throw away the key.
You should have talked to me more often
Than you did, but no!
You had to go
Your own way, have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes,
Worm your honor,
Him and Me, alone.

Baaaaaaaaaabe!
Come to mother baby,
let me hold you
In my arms.
M'lud I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honor, let me take him home.

Crazy,
Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.

The evidence before the court is
Incontrivertable, there's no need for
The jury to retire.
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
Of the full penaltie of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate!

"Hey Judge! Shit on him!"

Since, my friend, you have revealed your
Deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before
Your peers.
Tear down the wall!



This is from Pink Floyd’s “The Wall”

This is a powerful album in many ways. Unfortunately, since it produced some hit singles, namely Another Brick in the Wall, and Comfortably Numb, the context and concept of the album was ruined.

I need to check back into my Desert Island list of music to see if I included it. If I didn’t, I should have.

The reason I am mentioning all of this though, is because of the reference to walls, both real and emotional. This week has been a week of walls for me. There have been some that were knocked down, and some that were put up.

“…The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature;
This will not do….”

What a frightening, yet true description of the world that we must live in.

Peace

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