Being the Luddite I am, I've always appreciated the thousands of years jump from one stanza to the next, and the feeling of frustration that comes with it in
Me or Him by Roger Waters:
You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
Back in the good old days
Then some damn fool invents the wheel
Listen to the whitewalls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot
Being the Luddite I am, I've always appreciated the thousands of years jump from one stanza to the next, and the feeling of frustration that comes with it in
Me or Him by Roger Waters:
You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
Back in the good old days
Then some damn fool invents the wheel
Listen to the whitewalls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot
Feb 15, 2017 @ 20:27:01
