Thursday, March 22, 2012

There is No Childhood's End...

I was browsing facebook, as opposed, I suppose to doing homework. I am heartily sick of homework. But I digress from my digressing. Anyhow, Roland had a link up to Pink Floyd's 'Childhood's End,' and a song popped into my mind immediately.

I posted my own link, commenting back: 'There is no childhood's end, Roland.'


I listened to that old music (30 years now! how is that possible?) and I cranked it up.

"And it was morning
And I found myself mourning,
For a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone
I'm not alone,
I turned to the mirror
I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
Hey you, surprised?
More than surprised
To find the answers to the questions
Were always in your own eyes
Do you realise that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she's got to carry on with her life
And you've got to carry on with yours
So I see it's me, I can do anything
And I'm still the child'
Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood's end
You are my childhood friend, lead me on
Hey you, you've survived.
Now you've arrived
To be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realise, that you've got to get out of here
You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you've found the light
You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it's me I see, I can do anything.
I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood's end
I am your childhood friend, lead me on

I sang these words in my car years ago, back when I still believed them, before my life was twisted and torn and knocked about, before I became discouraged, before I knew the bitter grief that comes from abject failure, and now all these years later, I sang those words once again, and there was a power to them. A gray haired woman with her own scars sat at her computer with her eyes closed and she believed. All these years later, once again, she believed 'that the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction - there is no childhood's end.'

Awesome.

3 comments:

Bob Barbanes: said...

Wow, that's pretty decent music! How did you ever pick up on them...and how did I ever miss it?

Great tune :)

Nancy's Point said...

Believing is good. Isn't it funny how things change and yet they don't?

BUSH BABE said...

*HUGE GRIN*