By David Pescovitz at 1:29 pm Tue, Dec 1, 2009
We don’t need no…malformation
We don’t need no blood vessel growth
No rythmic bruits in the temples
Hey! Surgeon! Leave that nidus alone!
“We don’t need no…malformation”
A little help, please?
Well, someone playing it loud is certainly a diagnostically significant indication that they’re probably frustrated as all bleeping bleep…
I’ve always thought of “One of My Turns” as an hallucination/seizure inducer — that part right after “dry as a funeral drum…” when he busts through and wails, “Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left you’ll find my favorite axe…”
Yes I have temporal lobe epilepsy and I have always thought The Wall was about epilepsy. But a friend of mine insists it is just about drugs.
Whether it is ultimately viewed as a cynical story about the futility of life, or a hopeful journey of metaphorical death and rebirth, the Wall is certainly a musical milestone worthy of the title “art.”
Could it be the “Brown Acid?”
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