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....And Pigs Do Fly!
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| Text by Vinod Advani | |||||||||
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Published: Volume 15, Issue 3, March, 2007
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Age no bar. Pink Floyd fans were giddy with nostalgia when Roger Waters rocked the night at his recent concert in Mumbai
Standing right behind me were three khaki cops, numb on duty, expressions of utter bewilderment on their faces. Imagine the sight. Speechless cops gaping at Pink Floyd fans pouring their hearts out in all their loved songs. "Remember, when you were young, you shone like the sun, shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond." For those few hours, we all became young again. Swept up by the emotions of a song written by Roger Waters for the eccentic Syd Barrett, who formed Pink Floyd in 1966, taking the first names of blues musicians, Pink Anderson and Floyd Council of Georgia, USA.
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