Lost Syd – Ode to Syd Barrett

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Sad eyes filled with sea
disarrayed hair that always spoke to me
a husky voice – all those cigarettes,
the scratchy beard, the daring bets

Where is that chilled campari dear?
Or that sultry look behind your fear
If dreams had lips with which to weep
they’d dribble darkness and go to sleep

That willowy feyness clamoured for more
no strength, no breath for a last encore
naked and cold, I give you my back
you know what I need, you know what I lack

Time is cruel, ripping and mindless
the merciless wind is crippling andĀ sightless
Give me the musk of those deserted years
take back the emptiness, take back the tears

Where are those arms, terrified and wild
Where is your wrath, hollow like a child’s?
Only the blues remain, mumbling, leering,
behind the clapping, beneath the cheering.

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