The Syd Barrett Story
Syd Barrett: Everyone is supposed to have fun when they're young - I don't know why, but I never did.
David Gilmour: In my opinion, it's a family situation that's at the root of it all. Syd's father's death affected him very heavily and his mother always pampered him - made him out to be a genius of sorts. MATILDA MOTHER (from 'The Piper at the Gates of Dawn') There was a king who ruled the land. His majesty was in command. With silver eyes the scarlet eagle Showers silver on the people. Oh Mother, tell me more. Why'd'ya have to leave me there Hanging in my infant air waiting? You only have to read the lines They're scribbly black and everything shines. Across the stream with wooden shoes With bells to tell the king the news A thousand misty riders climb up Higher once upon a time. Wandering and dreaming The words have different meaning. Yes they did. For all the time spent in that room The doll's house, darkness, old perfume And fairy stories held me high on Clouds of sunlight floating by. Oh Mother, tell me more Tell me more.
Syd Barrett: (on influence of fairy tales in his music) Fairy-tales are nice. I think a lot of it has to do with living in Cambridge, with nature and everything. It's so clean and I still drive back a lot. Maybe if I'd stayed at college, I would have become a teacher. Leaving school and suddenly being without that structu re around you and nothing to relate to...maybe that's a part of it, too. EFFERVESCING ELEPHANT (written when Syd
David Gilmour: In my opinion, it's a family situation that's at the root of it all. Syd's father's death affected him very heavily and his mother always pampered him - made him out to be a genius of sorts. MATILDA MOTHER (from 'The Piper at the Gates of Dawn') There was a king who ruled the land. His majesty was in command. With silver eyes the scarlet eagle Showers silver on the people. Oh Mother, tell me more. Why'd'ya have to leave me there Hanging in my infant air waiting? You only have to read the lines They're scribbly black and everything shines. Across the stream with wooden shoes With bells to tell the king the news A thousand misty riders climb up Higher once upon a time. Wandering and dreaming The words have different meaning. Yes they did. For all the time spent in that room The doll's house, darkness, old perfume And fairy stories held me high on Clouds of sunlight floating by. Oh Mother, tell me more Tell me more.
Syd Barrett: (on influence of fairy tales in his music) Fairy-tales are nice. I think a lot of it has to do with living in Cambridge, with nature and everything. It's so clean and I still drive back a lot. Maybe if I'd stayed at college, I would have become a teacher. Leaving school and suddenly being without that structu re around you and nothing to relate to...maybe that's a part of it, too. EFFERVESCING ELEPHANT (written when Syd