Thin Ice

"If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach of a million tear stained eyes; don't be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind with your fears flowing out behind you as you claw the thin ice."

-Roger Waters ...or David Gilmour. I don't know.
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Ok
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Is this a "Tread lightly, and create friends instead of enemies?, or "Don't hold on to useless baggage?

Pink Floyd is always a good show!
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-Roger Waters ...or David Gilmour. I don't know.

Waters

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Alright Pink Floyd "The Wall"
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Now that is a fightening picture, SD...
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I feel you SD,here's a poem i wrote a week ago called Spring.Tried to translate it as most appropriate as i could,but i don't think it does it fair.

We people die
day to day
alone in vain
dreams nested in eyes
that look up to the skies.
Beggers of happiness
we struggle towards
suitable words and pointless meanings
in a course unknown,
without guide,
without knownledge.
Blood of soul
drop by drop
we drain
in the eyes of out
unworthly sorrow.
Something reminds me
of life and yet
something is missing.
Magical vision
white becomes black
in the colour
of a bleeding soul.
Hope prevails
building a future
of vacuum.
Everything is still
in the swamp of my soul
that seeks in
that little grey
of my Muse
days of fire,
far behind
days when life
was still alive.
Angel with sharpened
wings shows the
path of Light
in a freedom
that cages the mind.
Blade or deus ex iure
in the scythe of time
encloses life
and all there it begins.
Desperation of the one
at the front gates of life.
Pestiferous dream,
hurting more and more
the realities of life.
All is now difficult.
And the spring
is yet to come...
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Thanks for sharing, Cyberworld
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The lunatic is in the hall, the lunatics are in my hall, the paper holds their folded faces to the floor and everyday the paperboy brings more.......
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...and when the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear, you shout but no one seems to hear.
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and if the dam breaks open many years too soon, and if there is no room upon the hill,and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too, I'll see you on the dark side of the moon!
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and if the dam breaks open many years too soon, and if there is no room upon the hill,and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too, I'll see you on the dark side of the moon!
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and if the dam breaks open many years too soon, and if there is no room upon the hill,and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too, I'll see you on the dark side of the moon!
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Sorry about double post things are weird here tonite
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"There is no dark side of the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark."
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Double post ! More like triple post,I'm a bad boy I only pressed submit once...!!
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Mother should I build the wall?

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Night Train,oh this is funny...hilarius...
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life is like a pizza .. served up steaming hot or cold from the fridge. it is still better than having none at all...
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Night Train is there a blind like "the Wall"? where?
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And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death

--Roger Waters
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your fears flowing out behind you as you claw the thin ice.

Let us translate that line..
As you are clawing the thin ice after having fell through said crack you are in essence filling your pants with the sacred doo of frosted fillings.

Floyd is always good for a laugh!
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I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze?
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Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a seat in the stand.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.