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The Concert

03 Thursday Oct 2024

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Funny how things can turn out
travel all that far just to listen to live music
not much sleep and tired close to burnout
you suddenly feel younger and alive again

The feeling is really not like anything else
just being close to your childhood idol
something vitalizes you up at no expense
all you are waiting for is the music to begin

Oh the joy and amusement, a state of bliss
right now my all time favourite song begins
there’s really nothing to compare with this
totally worth all the trouble to get to it

Funny how things can turn out
waiting all my life to go to this concert
expecting to hear that guitar solo out
there’s no power, wait for another round

It wasn’t really great but it wasn’t bad either
we had a laugh and then forgot about it
clapped the hands to keep going further
a special moment after all, forever to remember

I am a teenager again, younger I ‘ll ever be
all this live music took me back in time
first and last one to watch and listen David play live
“Thank you very much indeed!” so right!

Sweet Floyd
03.10.2024

Neural Nostalgia Bliss

03 Saturday Aug 2024

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I think I ‘ve almost watched them all
my heroes performing live on stage
and maybe it’s time to turn the page

Neural nostalgia will bring me back
and perhaps make me happy again
even if I ‘m really happy by then

Looking forward for this to happen
it’s like waiting for an old friend to call
and laugh over silly things we recall

The middle of being young and old
feels I ‘ve reached that point with this
hope for neural nostalgia bliss

Let’s not get all that mellow though
things end and new things begin
the music though remains within

It will bring back you too some day
even for a moment it will hit your brain
the soundtrack of your life and all that may contain

Sweet Floyd
03.08.2024

Innocent Flow of Thoughts

26 Sunday Jun 2011

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Listening to the music from the past
I realize years have left their marks
not just on my body

Marks left inside my soul so deep
that thinking of them almost makes me weep
cannot go on

Cannot let memories surface back
they will sure make happy but also feel bad
so truely sad

Sad; because memories that hurt are more
than those that roll you laughing on the floor
or just make you smile

Smile; I think I am in love with this word
it brings to mind familiar faces from around my world
in times of bliss

Bliss; It is in fact everyone’s ultimate goal
good or bad, rich or poor, with or without soul
that few of them reach

A fact that doesn’t stop anyone from trying
a goal for which almost everyone is fighting
not all for themselves

Some for themselves, some for themselves and children
others for everyone else and others for neither
and life goes on

Sweet Floyd

26.06.2011

Divided Self (Life Riddle)

22 Sunday May 2011

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somewhere between giving up and there’s still hope
standing in the middle of a far stretched rope
trying to convince myself not to give up and cope
with all the things that life puts me through
to make me stronger and alter my point of view

a point of view forged by the things I’ve seen
collected in my mind from places I ‘ve been
only to realise I ‘m becoming a machine
no feelings no intuition only execution
of things need to be done – my retribution

I feel like I have to escape from this
I feel like I am destroying me but my logic insists
to fight until I ‘m done and then there will be bliss
but the end seems to be so very far away
and my body feels weathered as if it’s really wearing away

therefore I ‘m here stuck somewhere in the middle
half of me wants to leap forward the other not even a little
and I remain idle trying hard to solve this life riddle
I guess a clear headed thought is that taking the leap forward is the way to go
I just have to forget about time and to some things say no

…until I ‘m done!

Sweet Floyd

22.05.2011

Forever Lost In …

14 Tuesday Sep 2010

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She was trying to speak to me
but I was looking away
she was there to listen to me
when I had nothing to say

I was lost in a thought
looking for faith
she was born on that date
December the Eighth!

She was looking right through me
but my eyes would just stare
she was there to rescue me
when I was not being fair

I was lost in a dream
looking for freedom
she was born on that date
February the Second!

She said she wants to please me
but my mind was elsewhere
she came close to kiss me
when the pain I could not bear

I was lost in a feeling
looking for bliss
she was born on that date
April the Third!

She did not really care
but I was not there to see
she had never been there
when I needed to set myself free

I was forever lost in time
looking for filth
she was born on that date
May Seventeenth

Sweet Floyd

14.09.2010