Syd Barrett - Octopus

"Octopus"

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro', you have no word

Trip, trip to a dream dragon, hide your wings in a ghost tower

Sails cackling at every plate we break

Cracked by scattered needles the little minute gong coughs and clears his throat

Madam you see before you stand, hey ho, never be still

The old original favorite grand, grasshoppers green Herbarian band

And the tune they play is "In Us Confide"

So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro', you have no word

Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!

Isn't it good to be lost in the wood

Isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood

Meant even less to me than I thought

With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds

Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed

Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border, hey ho, huff the Talbot

"Cheat" he cried shouting kangaroo, it's true in their tree they cried

Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!

Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!

The madcap laughed at the man on the border, hey ho, huff the Talbot

The winds they blew and the leaves did wag

They'll never put me in their bag, the seas will reach and always seep

So high you go, so low you creep, the wind it blows in tropical heat

The drones they throng on mossy seats, the squeaking door will always squeak

Two up, two down we'll never meet, so merrily trip forgo my side

Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!

Syd Barrett - Dark Globe

Dark Globe

Oh, where are you now?

Pussy willow that smiled on this leaf

When I was alone

You promised a stone from your heart

My head kissed the ground

I was half the way down treading the sand

Please, please lift a hand

I'm only a person whose armbands beat on his hands

Hang tall, won't you miss me?

Wouldn't you miss me at all?

The poppy bird's way

Swing twigs coffee brands around

Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue

My head kissed the ground

I was half the way down treading the sand

Please, please, please lift a hand

I'm only a person with Eskimo chain

I tattooed my brain all the way

Won't you miss me?

Wouldn't you miss me at all?

SYD BARRETT

Dark Globe by Syd Barrett - cover by David Gilmour

So unusual, so original......Syd Barrett.

Roger Barrett

Teresa Wilms Montt ---- Lo que no se ha dicho

“Hay en mi alma un pozo muerto, donde no

se refleja el sol, y del que huyen los pájaros

con terrores de virgen ante un misterio de

cadáveres.

Mi alma es un palacio de piedra, donde habitan los ausentes,

trayéndome la sombra de

sus cuerpos para alivio y compañía de mi

vida.

Mi alma es un campo desbastado donde el

rayo quemó hasta las raíces, y donde no

puede florecer ni el cardo.

Mi alma es una huérfana loca, que anda de

tumba en tumba buscando el amor de los

muertos.

Mi alma es una flecha de oro perdida en un

charco de fango.

Mi alma, mi pobre alma, es una ciega que

marcha a tientas sin apoyo y sin guía”.

Rio clarillo. Región metropolitana Chile

Trakl und Himmel unter dem Arm

Georg Trakl –––––– Crepúsculo en el alma

Geistliche Dämmerung

Still begegnet am Saum des Waldes

Ein dunkles Wild;

Am Hügel endet leise der Abendwind,

Verstummt die Klege der Amsel,

Und die sanften Flöten des Herbstes

Schweigen im Rohr.

Auf schwarzer Wolke

Befährst du trunken von Mohn

Den nächtogen Weiher,

Den Sternenhimmel,

Immer tönt der Schwester mondene Stimme

Durch die geistliche Nacht.

Crepúsculo en el alma

(Traducción de José Luis Arántegui)

Silenciosa va a dar al lindero del bosque

una bestia oscura;

en el cerro acaba quedo el viento de la tarde,

enmudece en su queja el mirlo,

y blandas flautas del otoño

callan entre los juncos.

En una negra nube

navegas ebrio de amapolas

la alberca de la noche,

el cielo de los astros.

Aún resuena la voz de luna de la hermana

en la noche del alma.