Dark Side of Life

This entire poem was made out of the lyrics on the album by Pink Floyd. Depicted above is a photo representation of the metaphor presented throughout the album, and on the album cover itself. The cover of the album displays a prism with light coming in to form a rainbow, but the underlying meaning in much more complex. Sanity is considered lucidity, insanity is considered to be lunacy, and the moon, in Spanish, is called luna. A person presumed to be crazy is called a lunatic. Therefore, the cover represents the dark (lunacy) and the bright (lucidity) sides of life.   The photo is a take on the cover with the rainbow, and utilization of the yin yang as a prism, but the overall meaning is of lucidity and lunacy.

This entire poem was made out of the lyrics on the album by Pink Floyd. Depicted above is a photo representation of the metaphor presented throughout the album, and on the album cover itself. The cover of the album displays a prism with light coming in to form a rainbow, but the underlying meaning in much more complex. Sanity is considered lucidity, insanity is considered to be lunacy, and the moon, in Spanish, is called luna. A person presumed to be crazy is called a lunatic. Therefore, the cover represents the dark (lunacy) and the bright (lucidity) sides of life. The photo is a take on the cover with the rainbow, and utilization of the yin yang as a prism, but the overall meaning is of lucidity and lunacy.

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer

Leave but don’t leave me

Forget the sun

Smiles and tears is all your life will be

Balanced on the biggest wave

You race toward an early grave

 

I’ve been mad for years

Been over the edge

I’ve been like the most of us

It’s very hard to explain why you’re mad, even if you’re not

 

Nerves in tatters

Keep your dirty feelings deep inside

 

Tickling away the moments that make up a dull day waste the hourse in an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

 

Never seem to find the tine

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation

I come home cold and tired

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

 

Black and blue

Who knows which is which and who is who

In the end it’s only round and round and round

It’s only the difference of right and wrong

Can’t be helped

I’ve got things on my mind

 

Remembering laughs

Dark forebodings

There’s someone in my head but it’s not me

No one seems to hear

Matter of fact it’s all dark

The sun is eclipsed by the moon