This news hit me yesterday, while I was driving, for work, from Padova to Brescia.
I'd like to remember him, with the lyrics of the last song he wrote before leaving the Pink Floyd. It was published in 1968 and it is a sad farewell piece by Syd Barret who, at that time, was already shrinking into a delirious state of mind.
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the Queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.