Estuve viendo un triste y a la vez hermoso documental acerca de Syd Barret. Me emocionaron esas imágenes de una persona bella y transparente, perdida en su creciente locura. También me conmovió la crudeza con que los restantes miembros de la banda asumen su incapacidad de entenderlo: "No lo reconocí", se repite una y otra vez. Y sí, la más terrible de las enfermedades es la mental, cuando uno deja de ser el que era y pasa a ser un extraño, para sí mismo y para los demás. Esta canción, "Jugband Blues", que aparece en "A saucerful of secrets" expresa sin duda su despedida del grupo y retrata paradójicamente profundos sentimientos de confusión y lucidez.
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.
Syd Barret