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Song of the Week

Hey! Welcome to the section that's highly regarded as my newest section(as of 9/28/01) Song of the Week! Each week I will feature a pretty basic backbone of a song I've heard the past week that I happen to enjoy quite a bit, Beatles or not. As the title indicates, this'll be a weekly section featuring the Artist, Album, as much background info as I can find, and the background MIDI. Even if it's not that intricate, it'll be interesting to see what kind of a list I can accumulate of a long period of time.....
Onto the song!

The Artist: Pink Floyd

The Song: Time

The Album:Dark Side of the Moon

Year Released: 1973

History:

This Week:
1/3/01

Pink Floyd are the premier space-rock band. Remembered by such classics as Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall, these 4 had limited success until the epic "Dark Side" hit the shelves. This was a story of a man, basically, going insane. The lyrics and music are superb, including one, featured on here, known as "Time." Starting with chimes and bells, it than flows into a story with some excellent guitar playing. Check not only this song out, but "Dark Side" as well. You will not be disappointed.

The Archives:

9/28-Allman Brothers-Jessica
10/13-Kinks-Lola
11/9-The Who-Won't Get Fooled Again

Keep on rockin' in the free world.....



	Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be there when I can When I come in cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.