The Fanboy's Lament
by Eli Young (Elyscape)
Apologies to Pink Floyd

On the day the pics went up
We made a toast and raised our cups
With unseeing eyes, we claimed our prize, and thought that we were wise

On the day the pics went up
We thought that we had found our great lost pup
We had really lost our love, just like a once seen dove

That night it happened she died
Seems it was suicide, she's gone
What we thought was a great thing
Turns out was the far last thing that she wanted

Each day we become way more lost
Our prize was in fact the true cost
This was a change that, despite our regret, we cannot undo

Now other fans are furious
But nobody is curious
They say, "Okay," chip at the clay, lost idol, gray

I woke to the posts of gloom
The words so sad, but those feelings aren't real
I noticed with bitter cold
That never did anybody really care... really care

A Great Day for Freedom
by Pink Floyd

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The ship of fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitted residue slipped away... slipped away

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