A Momentary Lapse Of Reason
Pink Floyd (1987)
Twenty-four years ago today, the first Pink Floyd album to not feature Roger Waters was released. While it received mixed reviews and certainly doesn't match the brilliance of albums like Dark Side Of The Moon, Wish You Were Here and The Wall, it's a much better record than it has sometimes been given credit for.
There is one song in particular on this album that has stuck with me since the very first time I heard it, and if you've listened to this record, I'm sure you know what song I'm about to talk about.
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Learning To Fly is the perfect example of the incredible effect that beautiful works of art can have on those who experience it on their own terms. David Gilmour's lyrics were written to be quite literal. He is a licensed pilot who wrote this song about his love of flying. However, when I close my eyes and listen to this song, I am flooded with emotion as I connect the lyrics to memories of the past and a determination for the future. Sometimes, it brings me to a sad place when an attraction was holding me fast and "thought I thought of everything", but made choices that left me empty and turned to stone. Sometimes, it motivates me to go to that point of no turning back - determined to try to blow this soul through the roof of the night. Whether it invokes happiness or sadness, it is always humbling, as I am reminded that I am tongue-tied and twisted - just an earthbound misfit.
Close your eyes and listen. Find the song on YouTube or Pandora or something, and just close your eyes and listen and let your mind drift through the clouds until you see your shadow fly. If your eyes are a little misty when you open them, don't say I didn't warn you.
Pink Floyd (1987)
Into the distance, a ribbon of blackStretched to the point of no turning backA flight of fancy on a wind swept fieldStanding alone my senses reeledA fatal attraction is holding me fastHow can I escape this irresistible graspCan't keep my eyes from the circling skyTongue-tied and twisted, just an earth bound misfit, IIce is forming on the tips of my wingsUnheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everythingNo navigator to find my way homeUnladened, empty and turned to stoneA soul in tension that's learning to flyCondition grounded but determined to tryCan't keep my eyes from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, IAbove the planet on a wing and a prayer,My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air,Across the clouds I see my shadow flyOut of the corner of my watering eyeA dream unthreatened by the morning lightCould blow this soul right through the roof of the nightThere's no sensation to compare with thisSuspended animation, a state of blissCan't keep my mind from the circling skyTongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I