Pink Floyd - The Thin Ice Lyrics
Momma loves her baby
And Daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you, babe
And the sky may look blue
Ooh, baby blue
Ooh, babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised,
When a crack in the ice
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice
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Pink Floyd The Thin Ice Comments
after almost 40 years this shit still gives me shivers and shakes...pure power!
Pink Floyd , a visionary and legendary band that tells it how it really is...
This album saved my life when i was 13 years old... now decades later it still does, just in a different way. because this album was made with a finger directly on the pulse of the Human Condition, making it Timeless. so that no matter where you are in your life now, there is going to be *something* in this album that you will resonate with. as long as you are still human anyway. the only other band that i know of that does this *as well as PF* is Radiohead. their albums are also directly tuned in to the 'Collective Human Condition'. their music strikes you where you live. i believe they are my generation's PF. since i was a couple of decades off to live PF's music as it unfolded... now there is a wish for you.
3:25 See the screen the flashes for a second?
2:35 That same Tom and Jerry cartoon is later seen in Nobody home.
Was this after d day
Humanity will never be able to learn out of calamity. Maybe that‘s the sad circle of life.
Heartbreaking. Here's a Wilfred Owen poem just in case you are not in tears:
It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall,—
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
“Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
“I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now. . . .”It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall,—
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
“Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
“I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now. . . .”
Thin rope learning how to walk on one's own😫
Saw the wall at 12 messed me up for a long time, it's so very emotional
My dad showed it to me when i was really young too. I wonder how much of it is buried in my subconscious
Is it just me or does Pink look just a little too young for someone who had a father who fought in WWII?
PhattyMcBoomBoom its set in the early 70s
Heavy stuff.
...& Daddy loves ya too.
....with your fear flowing out behind you as you claw thin ice!!!!!
Hey guys I’m doing an AP lit assignment where I have analyze various songs in The Wall. Wish me luck; this is gonna be my first time listening to the full album.
This song brakes me down to a million pieces.
And the sea may look warm to you baby 😢
My all time favourite pf song
This world is a horror show really
This song made my cry........ thx for this song pink floyd🖤
♡♡ the pink floyd is the best músic.
I don't know why but when i first heard a few songs from The Wall i didn't like it as much as the others, then when i found these clips on youtube of The Wall movie it made me appreciate and love the songs so much more.
War sucks unless your British
Ah man this song is poetic telekinesis right here my all Time favorite band ever!
psicodélico. .amooo. Pink.
Pure fuckin class.......... xxx
I feel like i'm dying.
I'm dead like you.
Rich Studios, I was in a car accident and a tree branch struck me in the face, shattered my right cheek bone, the eye orbit, nasal cavity, and jaw. The eye fell loose, and I was rushed to the hospital for surgery. With my bones pinned back together, they wired the jaw shut, stuffed the nostril to keep it from collapsing and pushed a feed tube up the other, leaving me no way to breathe so a Tracheotomy was cut into my neck and oxygen pumped to keep it sterile. They wouldn’t let me die. Nurses and more nurses, doctors, surgeons rebuilt my eye lid, stitches sewn the eye lid shut to keep the eye moist, and there I sat. No family came to see me, my children didn’t call to talk, my Mother left the country, and I cannot afford to pay the medical bill. My wife, never left my side. Her Dad went and cleaned all the tools out of my vehicle, filed the insurance claim, total loss, delivered all of my things home as I sat in the hospital. The day came when I could leave, I dressed myself and walked out of the hospital, in tears that I could feel the warm sunshine once again. I held her hand as we waited for our images of the CT scans, we walked passed all the hospitals I’ve worked at, the jobs I’ve done, the places I helped build. Then home. Home is where I sit, and I miss my family, my father deceased, my children 5000 miles away, still alone, except for my wife who still hasn’t left my side. My friends all called, work sent a supervisor to check up on me, children eventually checked in and sent their love, employees keeping the faith that we will overcome and outlast this setback. I can only hope the same for you, each day such a precious gift. Our spirits soldier on.
just like walking across chocolate lake in jan 79.
f'n amazing
THE COLOR OF FIRE
ESSE É O RETRATO DA GUERRA
LUTARIA POR MINHA FAMÍLIA MAS NÃO SEI SE POR MEU PAÍS!
NÃO VEJO FUTURO PARA ACABAR COM A CORRUPÇÃO!
INFELIZMENTE!
I`M NOT AFRAID
MIGUEL MATTOS
ssshh quiet
On sound!
I'm pink floyd crazy ......
@musiclover777p lol i never noticed it before! awesome ^^
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Robert T. Tear down the wall
Tonight, we walked out on a Floyd 'tribute' band called The Flesh. They were very loud but not very good IMHO. It made me realise how original Pink Floyd are and how much care/innovation they have put into live sound production over the years. Pink Floyd is a heritage, not just something to be ripped off by some twats with black Fender Strats and white pickups!
Amen to that.
Go see Brit Floyd. They are the closest cover band to the original Floyd as you'll ever get to see
luff it!