Every year is getting shorter

"And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun"

Time, Pink Floyd

I have decided to blog on Pink Floyd inspired by my brother's comment on this post. I was thinking about the quote he put there and it got stuck in my head. The Dark Side of the Moon is the first Pink Floyd album I listened to back to back and it is still my favourite one.

I put Time on the blog when Richard Wright died. As it says on the Wikipedia entry, the song is a Memento mori (something I sometimes blog about) and I am in a mood to think about such things because July is almost gone and I have barely seen it. August is starting tomorrow and August often gives me melancholia (as mentioned here). But is started earlier this year, in this July month that was so busy and which I could barely feel because I got so busy. The last few days, I have been listening to The Dark Side of the Moon over and over again and this song in particular, looking at the sunset, wondering where the year has gone. I find the last lyrics particularly poignant:

"Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say "

I don't hang on in quiet desperation because that is not quite me (I guess I am not English), but I do think if I do all the things I want to do in a year, or even a day. Funny how a song one listened countless times still find new meaning when one reaches a certain maturity. I was a teenager and just loved the music and barely understood the lyrics. I mean, I understood English enough to know what they meant, but not quite what it was about. So I know I put the song here before, but I will put it here again nevertheless, to share my mood. There might be a hint of cruelty in this, but take it as a catharsis.