I’ve made one too many references to Pink Floyd’s The Division Bell during my time writing on here. It must make me come off as some kind of pro-hipster fanboy who likes the lesser known albums of world renown groups. Dark Side of the Moon? Pff, give me a break. That’s WAY too mainstream …
But the album and it’s songs (or at least the ones with lyrics) just touch on so many issues and themes that I have encountered all too many times. It’s just nice to know that there is an album I can relate to when it comes to social conflicts, communication and interaction amongst peers. Whether it be the frustration that arises from the enigma that is the needs and wants of others touched upon in ‘What Do You Want From Me?’ to the moody saxophone, metaphorically low-light ballad about depression that is ‘Wearing the Inside Out’, the album itself honestly holds a serious amount of songwriting merit not when it comes to mere interpretation but by relating to the lyrics and their meanings instead. By actually thinking back to a time where you felt ‘No more than alive’ or back to the hey days, when ‘the grass was greener’, is when the album and it’s almost excruciatingly underrated genius shines through.
So, Pink Floyd fans would be able to judge by the title of this post that it’s about that one song. The penultimate number by the title of ‘Lost for Words’. Now, what is this song about? Well, it is speculated by Floydians that good old David Gilmour did write the song about the final patch-up effort that he attempted to make with former band leader Roger Waters. Or at least that’s what I found. But the way that I interrupted the song itself, especially the last verse, wasn’t that far away from what speculation had made these lyrics out to be, just not specifically about Gilmour and Waters. To me, it reminded me of a recent event in my own dandy life. It was I who tried to ‘open up the door’ to an enemy. Not a literal enemy, but someone that I had a bit of the blues with in the past. Despite being this dude’s number two at one point, and I mean that in the most endearing way possible, things just weren’t resolved. I was, subtly, told to just ‘go and f*ck myself’.
Yeowch. Oooh boy, did that sting.
But it’s something that we all have to face at least once in our lives, isn’t it? The friendship or ‘good standing’ that just cannot be resolved, whether it be out of spite or simply because we were out of time. Mind you though, if this was a true friendship we were talking about, I think a lot of people would have no doubts about some form of resolution coming about. Those things can always be mended. Think of them like bones. You break them off but once they heal, they’re twice as strong. But in the circumstance that it’s not something as cherished as a genuine bond, there seems to always be the chance that things simply cannot be mended for whatever reason. What can you do? Does your determination to set things straight and to patch up the holes, to make resolves, win you the day for both yourselves and your broken relationship? Or do you simply call the quits and just wave it away with the rest of the shadows that seemingly fade along with the passing day?
I guess you just can’t win.