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Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun
Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.
And no one sings me lullabys
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun
Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.
And no one sings me lullabys
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by Undinal
Track duration: 05:43
"Echoes" as written by Paul Gary, Steve Nicol
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., T.R.O. INC.
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This song Echoes is probably the most ambitious and most united effort that Pink Floyd ever released. Pure Magic.
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
This sounds to me as an expression of the concept of Namaste. Which is that we are all rooted to the same existence. I am just another form of you. We all share a collective consciousness.
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
well....what happens when a guy wakes up in the morning next to his naked girlfriend??? Not too hard to imagine. The song is fantastic, but is not as full of deep meaning as people are trying to assign it.
I think it's about meeting yourself, hiding from your past and refusing the future. To me it says we are avoiding confronting ourselves and what we are capable of and that we can't be alone in anything we do. There are two sides of each of us, like a rosencrantz and a Guildenstern. Sometimes we meet.
"Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me"
I also get the feeling that we came on land from water in the beginning and have been trying to figure out what we're supposed to be doing up here. Are we supposed to help each other become who we are supposed to be? How would we do it alone?
Only a piece of ART can prompt so much discussion. Thank you for the opportunity to join you all! Now, can anyone interpret See Emily Play for me?
Now, personally I think it's about 2 people who meet, but 1 of them leaves, judging by the line "So I throw the windows wide and call to you across the sky." I think it means 1 of them is trying to call out to the other, but they only get echoes in response.
Honestly I do think it's quite a far shot from the actual meaning.
The pinging sonar I imagined more as a sign of life, and, as the song progresses, it becomes more of a searching. It is as though the pinging is some attempt to contact something... or, more likely: touch something, reach something. Sonar is simply the act of sending out a sound wave to bounce off something. Are we not so ourselves? How we present ourselves every day we live, is it not how we make our attempt to ping others around us, so as not to feel alone in this mysterious existence?
The first stanza in each of the three chunks gives us a solid state of humanity: past, present, and future. These things make up our sense of self: what has been, what we are and what we have been made, and what we hope to be; what we will be.
Our obscure and humbling origins lay buried and subtly crawling upward to the light of our consciousness, trying to show us what we really are: the struggle to understand the long-buried truth of what came before.
Our busy-bodied, punitive civilized existence drowns us in a crowd of people we don't know who are pushing past us, telling us to shut up and move along, or just ignoring you. We are distracted from these thoughts by our survivalist lifestyle. What luck brings us is the chance to meet some of the people in our world, and in these people we will strive together to understand some portion of this existence: past, present and future. Whether or not we understand these things, they will always stay with us: they are inextricably intertwined with us.
For a good 6 minutes there is a long conceptual instrumental, where the echoes of the past seem mysterious, and we get lost again and wander through the mysterious depths of the has-been, caked in the dust of the now. But then we hear a ping again, our peers calling to us, or an attempt for us to contact someone, while we're buried and overwhelmed by the horrifically gargantuan task of combing through the past, present and future. When we're crushed by the immensity of the universe, humanity, and our own lives, the only thing to perk up our eyes and ears again is the ping of another, else we're lost in the ambient echo of all that was or could've been, but was not.
In the companionship or the love we create for ourselves, we find solace. Our best friends, our family, our lovers, our pals, our blood brothers, our twins; the people that are burned into our memories and that stay with us invite us into the day, and all those that came before, all the is now, and whatever may lie ahead on the great, infinitely-spinning loom on the tapestry of time shines into our waking eyes and invites us to go out to the window and scream -- call to the future and to all our fellow humans; call to life and love.