All clear

I see soldiers going to war,

I hear their Hummers hum.

Desperation makes me roar

But Uncle Sam is numb.

Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me

Instead of going east!

Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!

Oil doesn’t make a feast!

You, my friend, you just don’t hear

What they’re doing there.

The sky above is no more clear –

Iraki sky’s a flare.

Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!

A raptor I won’t become.

Please, go ahead and shoot me

Then batter every gun.

If you know what the pain is like

When sitting at the dentist’s,

A bullet will feel quite alike

But taking you to death mists.

Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!

And squish me with your boots!

Why don’t you come and shoot me?

You’re rotten to the roots.


Syd Barrett si Socrate

Syd Barrett

Syd Barrett a fost pentru rockul psihedelic cam ca Socrate pentru filosofia antica greaca: Socrate nu a scris nimic, Syd a scos un album cu Pink Floyd si inca doua singur. Dar si unul si celalalt au avut o influenta enorma asupra contemporanilor si a viitorimii.