“I wasn’t there when you needed me
You never let me in your life
I didn’t say what bothered me
You sure said more than that” ~ Butch Walker (Graveyard), from “Uncomfortably Numb”
Just can’t . . . Corey is leaving . . . trying to take care of car refinance . . . paperworkpaperworkpaperworkpaperwork . . . just can’t do it . . .
Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb”
Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on
Now
I hear you’re feeling down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like
Two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am
I… Have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working
Good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on
It’s time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I… Have become comfortably numb
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings 
I love Pink Floyd… It’s always good to hear this song come on the car radio…
Spring is bursting out everywhere…
I am home today… I had taken Isabel outside in my arms when someone came up and scared her. I was trying to hang on to her; I didn’t know if she would go back to the house. I got a pretty deep bite. Ho hum. Now I’m on antibiotics… She did come back to the house.
Music heals and so does green… Find some healing times, Lita.
Sorry about the mishap, but glad she came back home.
Pink Floyd is always good.
Argh… I wish I had more to give, something that would help…
Truly, just knowing that you care matters. And along that line of thought, I have been too remiss in visiting you and a few other favorites, but I know you’ll understand.
We get swallowed by our lives, don’t we?
So true . . .