These Little songs in Pix threads are fun to watch and participate in. A lot of thought goes into them. Believe it or not seeing Nobody Home as done by DPC Photogs came to me in a dream (I really need to get away from DPC). Anyways this might be a fun, dark, cerebal little project.
Lyrics Provided below.
Nobody Home - Pink Floyd (from The Wall)
I got a little black book with my poems in
got a bag, a toothbrush and a comb
when I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone,
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
got those swollen hands blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from,
I got electric light
and I got second sight
got amazing powers of observation,
And that is how I know
when I try to get through
on the telephone to you
there'll be nobody home,
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
and the inevitable pinhole burns
all down the front of my favorite satin shirt,
I got nicotine stains on my fingers
I got a silver spoon on a chain
got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains,
I've got wild, staring eyes
and I got a strong urge to fly
but I got nowhere to fly to...
Oooooh, Babe
when I pick up the phone
there's still nobody home,
I got a pair of Gohill boots
and I got fading roots.
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