In all honesty, I saw this and was surprised he hadn't died a long time ago. Pink Floyd was one of the bands I grew up to. The mid-60s with all the drugs, the parties, the almost endless stream of truly great rock bands, was a time that will never come again. And if you didn't live it, there's really no way you can truly understand it. You can, however, still appreciate the music that will live long after all those who recorded it and those who orginally listened to it have gone.
My favorite album was The Piper at the Gates of Dawn. Most of the songs (if not all) were written by Syd Barrett. This was the mid-60s, and psychedelic rock was a drastic departure from the sounds of the Beatles, the Beach Boys, etc.
Here's one song just to give you an idea:
BIKE
I've got a bike,
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things
I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the front it's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good then I guess it should
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things
I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
I don't know why I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things
I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things
I know a room of musical tunes
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
There's a fantastic website about Pink Floyd, with tons of information. You might want to check it out:
http://pinkfloyd-co.com/
RIP, Syd. You are remembered...as well as those times, fleeting as they are.