The opening heartbeat and jump right into Breathe in my opinions is one of the greatest starts to an album. It just builds up to this big finished by a sudden relaxing feeling like when the drug kicks in. Absolutely brilliant
My exwife took my copy of Dark Side to school with her to let her students listen to it. The high school kids loved it. When the pricipal walked in, he mentioned, I love me some Floyd. Made me smile hearing that.
When I was at Le Cordon Bleu,2010, I made A DARK SIDE BROWNIE AS MY FINAL. WHITE CHOCOLATE , 3-D like stripes, going into the Brownie, Chocolate Mousse in the center. B +
It’s crazy how i heard this band when i was 16 because i liked the armony of the music… now i’m about to turn 29 and suddenly all the lyrics of this album started to make all the sense of the world. A process that only you can understand once you’ve grown and you’re close to 30s.
Heard it again today for the first time in months: DSOTM is so incredibly smooth and easy to listen to, while at the same time being deeply emotional. Synthesizer heavy jazz and blues, interluded with super catchy riffs and that incredible female voice. Never boring, and exactly as long as it needs to be. Like a psychedelic trip, it gives answers to questions you didn't knew you had. And when it's over, you will need some time to make sense to it. The perfect album, and one of Homo Sapien's most impressive achievements.
DSOTM has got to be the most iconic album cover of all time. Even if you're not a Floyd fan (hard for me to comprehend), you still know that pyramid and prism on the cover. It'll be iconic even in the rubble of the next world extinction.
Second best PF album after Animals. But this was the album that defined them as a band, as as individual musicians/songwriters (Waters). It was my ascent from Hell as a young teen and guitarist.
It feels like magic, really, that DSOTM exists - especially now knowing these certain details, about the question cards for those voice lines, how relentless touring significantly inspired the lyrics, Clare Torry's vocals on Great Gig in the Sky going in ONE TAKE. All these pieces and far more fell into place in just the right way to create an absolutely timeless album. Timeless is really the best word for it, I think. I wasn't born until 15 years after it released, grew up hearing Money on the classic rock radio station, and, sure, I liked it well enough. Catchy tune, memorable lyrics, and a fantastic groove, what's not to like? But it wasn't until I was probably 14 or 15 when my dad got his old turntable working again and one of the first records he put on was DSOTM. That was the first time I heard the album start to finish, and God! What an experience! Part of me does wish I could experience it for the first time all over again, but another part of me doesn't. The latter part mostly because over the who-knows-how-many times I've listened to the record over the years, it keeps hitting different - certain things clicking for me that hadn't on previous listens, or life experiences changing how I thought and felt about different songs. A couple months ago, on my 35th birthday, I went to the cinema with my wife, and one of the previews had a rendition of Time for the music. It wasn't bad, and an interesting take on the song, but after the movie was done I had to listen to the original. Like, in the parking lot of the cinema, turned the car stereo up LOUD. Just then, it hit me harder than ever, it really took me by surprise, like an old friend catching you with a left hook, totally unprovoked and unexpected. I just turned 35 - approaching 40, the last years of anything considered 'youth' running out. The stresses of life in general. Feeling like I'd fallen behind, I haven't achieved what I wanted by that point, feeling like I've just wasted so much time. It pulled all of this out of me - all of these emotions welling up and letting them go - half-singing, half-screaming along with David Gilmour these words that are no less true today than they were when they were recorded 50 years ago. That is about as pure an example of "timeless" as I could possibly imagine.
I'm a HUGE Beatles fan. Revolver to me is pure musical genius. In fact, many Beatles projects are. With that said, this album is arguably the single greatest rock album of all time.
I didn't hear this album until my last year of college in 99. I'd never listened to it before, but it blew my mind. I returned to the music store the next day and bought WISH YOU WERE HERE.
1/3 Predate June 2006: The strange, but true, case of Pink Floyd’s, Syd Barrett Clinical Psychological Diagnosis So came to be, ….and so it was that on one Sunday afternoon in June 2006, in Cambridge, England, an elderly man walked into my Devonshire Lane office in need of what he called “…some assistance with ramblings, and other such strangeness.” He seemed to be about seventy (70) years of age and in relatively poor (obese) physical condition. Balding, eyebrows shaved, with a rasp in his voice , along with the overpowering odor of nicotine, among others scents. He sat himself down and he began to stare at me. I would not have taken note of such an occurrence, but for this stare, as it was, seemed to look right through me, …not a blink, …not a sense of cognition, nor comprehension. Time, in this moment, did not exist, I heeded the moment and before I was pulled into the void behind those wide open pupils, I shook myself loose from this strange grip with a question, …… “What Sir, might your name be?” Pupils dilated, he spoke the words, “Barrett, ….Roger”. The words seemed to almost wake him, and he looked about my office, …..rose, …..and slowly walked out. I would see him but once more, and these two encounters would leave an impression larger than the largest of craters on the moon, ….any side of the moon. This “paper” is an account of the brief encounters with Mr. Roger “Syd” Barrett, with an attempt to diagnose Mr. Barrett (whom I shall further refer to as “Syd”) relative to observed and researched symptoms, discuss possible origins of his condition, my initial prognosis (along with an unfortunate final outcome), and lastly the recommended therapy. “Barrett?”, I thought over and over, “Barrett?”,……and then it came to me, the tale I had heard as a boy in Aylesbury, about the cottage on Umbrahmton Stream, in the Pines. The man who had just left my office was none other than, and barely recognizable, a sixty year old Roger “Syd” Barrett, the founder of the now legendary rock music band Pink Floyd. As I began to research, I first discovered that he had not been seen in decades. The results of my initial encounter and subsequent research are as follows; I observed that Syd, seemed to be quite disoriented and disassociated in his contact and brief conversation with me. His movements were very sluggish, and even the one sentence he uttered, seemed quite disorganized. My research was much more telling. It seem that Syd, along with childhood friend Roger Waters, formed Pink Floyd in 1965 in Cambridge. After writing nearly all the lyrics and songs on the bands first two albums, Syd, inexplicably was asked to leave the band in 1968, and dropped out of sight in 1974, until now. I reached out to former band mate Roger Waters, for an account of those days. I found Mr. Waters to be very accommodating in his recollection. He told me that he had known Syd since they were boys, and that Syd had been, “…… the strangest, yet most creative soul I have ever known”. The key points I drew from our conversation, are that Mr. Waters described a pattern of behavior that leaned more and more towards the “bizarre”. Most notably the “ever increasing emphasis on the overriding importance of ‘odd’ lyrics and ‘obsessions’, he would insist that the band must have flying pigs, or elephants, or floating heads as a back drop to our stage sets!” or “He would wander aimlessly around the stage during concerts, or recite the same lyrics over and over again, or play the same chord over and over again, whether or not this actually pertained to the song we were playing.” Most revealing was this final comment, “Syd was my best mate, ….from boys, which is why, …I guess, I noticed the changes in him more than most, it seemed that the more popular we became the worse he got, y’know? Some blame the drugs, …..but the drugs only made worse, ‘dat which was already there.” He later explained to me that it was the very oddities insisted on by Barrett, the stage sets and bizarre brooding lyrics that captured the mind’s eye of the fans, ultimately were a huge part of the eventual international success of the band. It was because of this that Mr. Waters dedicated most of the bands later work to the memory of Syd, what some called channeling him in their future works. His ramblings became divine prophecy, his behavior turned to providence, and his life was folklore. The band would later write the album “Dark Side of the Moon” and the songs “Shine on you Crazy Diamond” and “Wish you were here” to Syd’s memory. Prior to this meeting, I never would have thought that you could use music to ascertain someone’s symptomatic state, but I no longer believe this to be the case, the most telling Pink Floyd lyrics such as, …”If the band you’re in starts playing different tunes, we’ll see you on the dark side of the moon (A reference for mental illness)”, “The lunatic is
2/3 lunatic is on the grass”, and “Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, ..You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way” are all testaments to the observed behavior of Syd Barrett. I believe that I could have made a diagnosis based on this information alone, but then Syd came back into my office for what would be our final “meeting”, July 2nd, 2006. I would ask but one question to which he would respond, “How are you feeling?” He began to tell me, in a flat tone, that he had been “someone of note” and that he had been receiving messages that he had to “get out” but now “they” didn’t want him to let the messages out. In his own rambling way, he told me that he had not been happy for some time, and had no interest in people in general. “The message” woke him every day and “they” were still “after him” for letting the messages out in the first place. As a result Syd, had “ …been at home with me mum for some time”. Turns out that Syd’s mother had passed away some 15 years before after spending the previous 15 years taking care of Syd, ….he now lived alone. The rest was simple and abrupt, I asked him about his days with Pink Floyd, ….and just like that, “the look” came over his façade again, ….and again he rose, and walked out the door. That would be the last the last that I or anyone would see of the late, great Syd Barrett. Based on the information and dealings, and with no reason to believe that Syd was lying, in my professional opinion, Syd Barrett had suffered for over 40 years from paranoid schizophrenia. Syd had experienced grandiose delusions and thus exaggerated actions such as the repetition of a lyrics or the playing of a chord, and these actions were so important to him that ultimately he would have to go into seclusion for fear of reprisal from “they”. In addition to the observed changes in personality, and longevity of symptoms, other presentations had included mild hallucinations(the vision that where behind his wild stage sets creations), avolition (which left him for years listless and inactive), anhedoia (the brooding experienced by his band mates and family), asociality (his often violent reaction to fans and friends), disorganized speech(which manifested themselves in pages, upon pages of rambling, incoherent lyrics), disorganized behavior( which some simply passed off as the ‘rock star way’) and finally the co-morbid factor of OCD (which ultimately made it’s way onto the stage during his concerts in the form of ‘odd behavior’) With what I know of Syd’s past, I can surmise that the origins of Syd’s schizophrenia are most likely multi-faceted. While there is a genetic component, Syd’s father was a university professor of pathology, and was said to be rather tough on Syd. Those that new the elder Mr. Barrett said that he suffered from “mood swings” and it is my belief that he was a high expressed emotion early catalyst to Syd’s condition. The key facets of Syd’s schizophrenia, aside from pre-disposition, are most likely psychological stress brought on by the ever increasing attention of the bands new found fame & fortune and exacerbated by the near constant availability and use of recreational drugs. The sad moot point of a therapeutic regimen for Syd’s schizophrenia would have included the use of a Thienbenzodiazepine class of drug such as Olanzapine (Zyprexa) in the hopes that these ‘atypical’ drugs would not produce the many side-effects incurred with traditional antipsychotic medications such as dizziness, blurred vision, restlessness, and sexual dysfunction. Researches in support of this hope are still dodgy at best. Ironically his mother looking after him for several years may have been the most effective therapy for him which may account for why he spoke of her as if she were still alive. If truth were told, I would have preferred to have spent time with Syd using a battery of cognitive behavioral therapies to challenge and test the believe system that over time, became his reality, along with personal therapy so that he could have better dealt with family, friends, and fans. I would have imagined that he would have responded to these treatments considerably well based on historical results and research. But come to be, …and so it is that Syd Barrett passed away on July 7, 2006 of complications brought about by Type II Diabetes, most likely from years of inactivity. His legacy is timeless. “For one so afflicted, that out of this affliction came the spark of light for generations to explore their own ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and to ‘Tear down the Wall(s)’ wherever they might exist. Syd Barrett once eerily wrote, “ I would see,…. It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here, …..And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear, …..That I'm not here.” And as I reflect for a moment, how powerful is that which is the human mind, standing over a grave in Middlesex Cemetery, there is a stone that reads, “Death did to me short
I saw the 1973 tour scroll by, and I think my dad went to the first show in Madison, WI. He was at the infamous Milwaukee County Stadium show, when the clouds parted to show a full moon as the band sang 'I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.' He said it was insane...the crowd went wild. It isn't an urban legend.
50 years old this year!!! Best album ever!!! Sounds like it was recorded yesterday... If I lost everything this would be the first album that I would buy... Absolutely fantastic!
Best Album.
bottom line! life changing music right here. There will never be anything close to DSOTM musically and originality
The opening heartbeat and jump right into Breathe in my opinions is one of the greatest starts to an album. It just builds up to this big finished by a sudden relaxing feeling like when the drug kicks in. Absolutely brilliant
My exwife took my copy of Dark Side to school with her to let her students listen to it. The high school kids loved it. When the pricipal walked in, he mentioned, I love me some Floyd. Made me smile hearing that.
Life changing. Beautiful in every facet. Connecting ✨ A monolith to art and life. 🎶❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
When I was at Le Cordon Bleu,2010, I made A DARK SIDE BROWNIE AS MY FINAL. WHITE CHOCOLATE , 3-D like stripes, going into the Brownie, Chocolate Mousse in the center. B +
I was 14 when i first heard this Album. 1974. It was my introduction to serious rock music, and what a fantastic way to start.
Time is the greatest song ever recorded. Period.
Syd Barrett's influence of Waters' lyrics on DSotM is unmistakable.
It was a fantastic time growing up with Pink Floyd A lot of memories with Pink Floyd
The best album in music history
A masterpiece___everything they produced is a bloody masterpiece. My favourite band🎸💯∆🌈
It’s crazy how i heard this band when i was 16 because i liked the armony of the music… now i’m about to turn 29 and suddenly all the lyrics of this album started to make all the sense of the world. A process that only you can understand once you’ve grown and you’re close to 30s.
Even Gilmour was man enough to admit when waters was right.. he said annoyingly 😂😂😂😂
30 years ago now 52 years ago...still a masterpiece.
Time is the best song on it. It’s all great though.
Absolutely adore this album and it's eclipse's 50th anniversary today with an actual eclipse 😮 so cool my two favourite things astronomy and music x
I always thought she whispered “if you hear this your dying”
Richard talking about the great gig in the sky is greatest floyd footage of all time
It’s a really good record.
Heard it again today for the first time in months: DSOTM is so incredibly smooth and easy to listen to, while at the same time being deeply emotional. Synthesizer heavy jazz and blues, interluded with super catchy riffs and that incredible female voice. Never boring, and exactly as long as it needs to be. Like a psychedelic trip, it gives answers to questions you didn't knew you had. And when it's over, you will need some time to make sense to it. The perfect album, and one of Homo Sapien's most impressive achievements.
You're here in 2024 because this is the best album ever made.
this album quite literally saved my life last spring
This album simplifying change my life, I never will come back for my I after hear this
all lyrics by roger. will never be repeated
Us and Them is my favorite song of all time. It's so perfect it hurts in a beautiful kind of way.
DSOTM has got to be the most iconic album cover of all time. Even if you're not a Floyd fan (hard for me to comprehend), you still know that pyramid and prism on the cover. It'll be iconic even in the rubble of the next world extinction.
Second best PF album after Animals. But this was the album that defined them as a band, as as individual musicians/songwriters (Waters). It was my ascent from Hell as a young teen and guitarist.
It feels like magic, really, that DSOTM exists - especially now knowing these certain details, about the question cards for those voice lines, how relentless touring significantly inspired the lyrics, Clare Torry's vocals on Great Gig in the Sky going in ONE TAKE. All these pieces and far more fell into place in just the right way to create an absolutely timeless album. Timeless is really the best word for it, I think. I wasn't born until 15 years after it released, grew up hearing Money on the classic rock radio station, and, sure, I liked it well enough. Catchy tune, memorable lyrics, and a fantastic groove, what's not to like? But it wasn't until I was probably 14 or 15 when my dad got his old turntable working again and one of the first records he put on was DSOTM. That was the first time I heard the album start to finish, and God! What an experience! Part of me does wish I could experience it for the first time all over again, but another part of me doesn't. The latter part mostly because over the who-knows-how-many times I've listened to the record over the years, it keeps hitting different - certain things clicking for me that hadn't on previous listens, or life experiences changing how I thought and felt about different songs. A couple months ago, on my 35th birthday, I went to the cinema with my wife, and one of the previews had a rendition of Time for the music. It wasn't bad, and an interesting take on the song, but after the movie was done I had to listen to the original. Like, in the parking lot of the cinema, turned the car stereo up LOUD. Just then, it hit me harder than ever, it really took me by surprise, like an old friend catching you with a left hook, totally unprovoked and unexpected. I just turned 35 - approaching 40, the last years of anything considered 'youth' running out. The stresses of life in general. Feeling like I'd fallen behind, I haven't achieved what I wanted by that point, feeling like I've just wasted so much time. It pulled all of this out of me - all of these emotions welling up and letting them go - half-singing, half-screaming along with David Gilmour these words that are no less true today than they were when they were recorded 50 years ago. That is about as pure an example of "timeless" as I could possibly imagine.
Great story! A timeless time machine. BTW: A lot of old people think that the early 40s are the best time of a human life.
I'm a HUGE Beatles fan. Revolver to me is pure musical genius. In fact, many Beatles projects are. With that said, this album is arguably the single greatest rock album of all time.
Simply the best band in the universe
My dad used to play this to me when i was a baby on the LP player. Will always love it 🔼🌈⬛️
I didn't hear this album until my last year of college in 99. I'd never listened to it before, but it blew my mind. I returned to the music store the next day and bought WISH YOU WERE HERE.
1/3 Predate June 2006: The strange, but true, case of Pink Floyd’s, Syd Barrett Clinical Psychological Diagnosis So came to be, ….and so it was that on one Sunday afternoon in June 2006, in Cambridge, England, an elderly man walked into my Devonshire Lane office in need of what he called “…some assistance with ramblings, and other such strangeness.” He seemed to be about seventy (70) years of age and in relatively poor (obese) physical condition. Balding, eyebrows shaved, with a rasp in his voice , along with the overpowering odor of nicotine, among others scents. He sat himself down and he began to stare at me. I would not have taken note of such an occurrence, but for this stare, as it was, seemed to look right through me, …not a blink, …not a sense of cognition, nor comprehension. Time, in this moment, did not exist, I heeded the moment and before I was pulled into the void behind those wide open pupils, I shook myself loose from this strange grip with a question, …… “What Sir, might your name be?” Pupils dilated, he spoke the words, “Barrett, ….Roger”. The words seemed to almost wake him, and he looked about my office, …..rose, …..and slowly walked out. I would see him but once more, and these two encounters would leave an impression larger than the largest of craters on the moon, ….any side of the moon. This “paper” is an account of the brief encounters with Mr. Roger “Syd” Barrett, with an attempt to diagnose Mr. Barrett (whom I shall further refer to as “Syd”) relative to observed and researched symptoms, discuss possible origins of his condition, my initial prognosis (along with an unfortunate final outcome), and lastly the recommended therapy. “Barrett?”, I thought over and over, “Barrett?”,……and then it came to me, the tale I had heard as a boy in Aylesbury, about the cottage on Umbrahmton Stream, in the Pines. The man who had just left my office was none other than, and barely recognizable, a sixty year old Roger “Syd” Barrett, the founder of the now legendary rock music band Pink Floyd. As I began to research, I first discovered that he had not been seen in decades. The results of my initial encounter and subsequent research are as follows; I observed that Syd, seemed to be quite disoriented and disassociated in his contact and brief conversation with me. His movements were very sluggish, and even the one sentence he uttered, seemed quite disorganized. My research was much more telling. It seem that Syd, along with childhood friend Roger Waters, formed Pink Floyd in 1965 in Cambridge. After writing nearly all the lyrics and songs on the bands first two albums, Syd, inexplicably was asked to leave the band in 1968, and dropped out of sight in 1974, until now. I reached out to former band mate Roger Waters, for an account of those days. I found Mr. Waters to be very accommodating in his recollection. He told me that he had known Syd since they were boys, and that Syd had been, “…… the strangest, yet most creative soul I have ever known”. The key points I drew from our conversation, are that Mr. Waters described a pattern of behavior that leaned more and more towards the “bizarre”. Most notably the “ever increasing emphasis on the overriding importance of ‘odd’ lyrics and ‘obsessions’, he would insist that the band must have flying pigs, or elephants, or floating heads as a back drop to our stage sets!” or “He would wander aimlessly around the stage during concerts, or recite the same lyrics over and over again, or play the same chord over and over again, whether or not this actually pertained to the song we were playing.” Most revealing was this final comment, “Syd was my best mate, ….from boys, which is why, …I guess, I noticed the changes in him more than most, it seemed that the more popular we became the worse he got, y’know? Some blame the drugs, …..but the drugs only made worse, ‘dat which was already there.” He later explained to me that it was the very oddities insisted on by Barrett, the stage sets and bizarre brooding lyrics that captured the mind’s eye of the fans, ultimately were a huge part of the eventual international success of the band. It was because of this that Mr. Waters dedicated most of the bands later work to the memory of Syd, what some called channeling him in their future works. His ramblings became divine prophecy, his behavior turned to providence, and his life was folklore. The band would later write the album “Dark Side of the Moon” and the songs “Shine on you Crazy Diamond” and “Wish you were here” to Syd’s memory. Prior to this meeting, I never would have thought that you could use music to ascertain someone’s symptomatic state, but I no longer believe this to be the case, the most telling Pink Floyd lyrics such as, …”If the band you’re in starts playing different tunes, we’ll see you on the dark side of the moon (A reference for mental illness)”, “The lunatic is
2/3 lunatic is on the grass”, and “Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, ..You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way” are all testaments to the observed behavior of Syd Barrett. I believe that I could have made a diagnosis based on this information alone, but then Syd came back into my office for what would be our final “meeting”, July 2nd, 2006. I would ask but one question to which he would respond, “How are you feeling?” He began to tell me, in a flat tone, that he had been “someone of note” and that he had been receiving messages that he had to “get out” but now “they” didn’t want him to let the messages out. In his own rambling way, he told me that he had not been happy for some time, and had no interest in people in general. “The message” woke him every day and “they” were still “after him” for letting the messages out in the first place. As a result Syd, had “ …been at home with me mum for some time”. Turns out that Syd’s mother had passed away some 15 years before after spending the previous 15 years taking care of Syd, ….he now lived alone. The rest was simple and abrupt, I asked him about his days with Pink Floyd, ….and just like that, “the look” came over his façade again, ….and again he rose, and walked out the door. That would be the last the last that I or anyone would see of the late, great Syd Barrett. Based on the information and dealings, and with no reason to believe that Syd was lying, in my professional opinion, Syd Barrett had suffered for over 40 years from paranoid schizophrenia. Syd had experienced grandiose delusions and thus exaggerated actions such as the repetition of a lyrics or the playing of a chord, and these actions were so important to him that ultimately he would have to go into seclusion for fear of reprisal from “they”. In addition to the observed changes in personality, and longevity of symptoms, other presentations had included mild hallucinations(the vision that where behind his wild stage sets creations), avolition (which left him for years listless and inactive), anhedoia (the brooding experienced by his band mates and family), asociality (his often violent reaction to fans and friends), disorganized speech(which manifested themselves in pages, upon pages of rambling, incoherent lyrics), disorganized behavior( which some simply passed off as the ‘rock star way’) and finally the co-morbid factor of OCD (which ultimately made it’s way onto the stage during his concerts in the form of ‘odd behavior’) With what I know of Syd’s past, I can surmise that the origins of Syd’s schizophrenia are most likely multi-faceted. While there is a genetic component, Syd’s father was a university professor of pathology, and was said to be rather tough on Syd. Those that new the elder Mr. Barrett said that he suffered from “mood swings” and it is my belief that he was a high expressed emotion early catalyst to Syd’s condition. The key facets of Syd’s schizophrenia, aside from pre-disposition, are most likely psychological stress brought on by the ever increasing attention of the bands new found fame & fortune and exacerbated by the near constant availability and use of recreational drugs. The sad moot point of a therapeutic regimen for Syd’s schizophrenia would have included the use of a Thienbenzodiazepine class of drug such as Olanzapine (Zyprexa) in the hopes that these ‘atypical’ drugs would not produce the many side-effects incurred with traditional antipsychotic medications such as dizziness, blurred vision, restlessness, and sexual dysfunction. Researches in support of this hope are still dodgy at best. Ironically his mother looking after him for several years may have been the most effective therapy for him which may account for why he spoke of her as if she were still alive. If truth were told, I would have preferred to have spent time with Syd using a battery of cognitive behavioral therapies to challenge and test the believe system that over time, became his reality, along with personal therapy so that he could have better dealt with family, friends, and fans. I would have imagined that he would have responded to these treatments considerably well based on historical results and research. But come to be, …and so it is that Syd Barrett passed away on July 7, 2006 of complications brought about by Type II Diabetes, most likely from years of inactivity. His legacy is timeless. “For one so afflicted, that out of this affliction came the spark of light for generations to explore their own ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and to ‘Tear down the Wall(s)’ wherever they might exist. Syd Barrett once eerily wrote, “ I would see,…. It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here, …..And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear, …..That I'm not here.” And as I reflect for a moment, how powerful is that which is the human mind, standing over a grave in Middlesex Cemetery, there is a stone that reads, “Death did to me short
3/3 warning give, Therefore be careful how you live, Prepare in time, do not delay, For I was quickly called away.” -Shine on you Crazy Diamond.
I just wonder why Alan Parsons was never mentioned. After all, he did engineer the album. Strange...
Not entirely
Simply the best album ever produced 🎉
On this record you hear sounds that seem to come from a completely different corner of space.
Album makes u leave the earth
Mfkn Pink Floyd 💗
Que belleza gracias por esta obra maestra🙏❤️🙌
David Gilmour reminds me a little of Prince William.
I saw the 1973 tour scroll by, and I think my dad went to the first show in Madison, WI. He was at the infamous Milwaukee County Stadium show, when the clouds parted to show a full moon as the band sang 'I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.' He said it was insane...the crowd went wild. It isn't an urban legend.
Happy 50 years to this album! Beautiful Art 🥹
happy 50 years to this amazing album
March 1, 2023 is the 50th anniversary of Dark Side of the Moon.
And now, Waters is going around telling the world it was all his work. His alone.
50 years old this year!!! Best album ever!!! Sounds like it was recorded yesterday... If I lost everything this would be the first album that I would buy... Absolutely fantastic!
🌌☯️🌌