está bem, é verdade, tenho imensas e repetidas saudades dos pink floyd psicadélicos...

como quase toda a gente da minha idade, comecei por ouvi-los no lado escuro da lua, mas depois fui andando para trás e hoje algumas das minhas canções preferidas são daquele período - mágico neles - da transição entre décadas.

escrito pelo já desaparecido richard wright, este verão de 68 é muito mais coooool que a primavera de 12...

Would you like to say something before you leave
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We said good-bye before we said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know
How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel?

Not a single word was said, delights still without fears
Occasionally you showed a smile but what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon - the wind of '95
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town and another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just you let me know
How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel?

Good-bye to you
Charlotte Kringles too
I've had enough for one day