Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here est aussi le titre de l'album de Pink Floyd paru en 1975.

Garde-t-on conscience des choses, les perçoit-on avec la distance et la clarté voulues, a-ton raison de croire mener notre vie, ou ne faisons-nous que tourner dans un bocal ? Rêves, illusions ou ce ce que l'on croit être nos réalités se galvaudent-elles avec les années ?

Do we keep a conscience of things, do we perceive them with the desirable composure and clarity ? Are we right to believe we lead and are in control of our own lives, or are we mere goldfishes in a bowl ? Dreams, illusions or what we believe to be our facts of life : are these tweaking away as time passes by ?

You read English ? Check the song interpretation from a Mr Sarvesh Singh down below.

Pink Floyd - J'aimerais Que Tu Sois Là

Alors, tu penses savoir faire la différence
Entre le Paradis et l'Enfer
Entre de bleus ciels et la souffrance
Fais-tu la différence entre un champ vert
Et un froid rail d'acier ?
Entre un sourire  et un visage voilé ?
Penses-tu savoir faire la différence ?

Et ont-ils réussi à te faire marchander
Tes héros contre des fantômes ?
Des cendres chaudes contre des arbres ?
De l'air chaud contre une fraîche brise ?
Un confort froid contre la capacité à changer ?

Et as-tu échangé
Un rôle de figurant dans la guerre
Contre un premier rôle dans une cage ?
Comme j'aimerais, j'aimerais que tu sois là
Nous sommes juste deux âmes perdues
Nageant en rond dans un bocal
Année après année
Remâchant les mêmes choses
Qu'avons-nous trouvé ?
Les mêmes vieilles peurs
J'aimerais que tu sois là.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.


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On Quora.com, in 2014, a Mr Sarvesh Singh blessed us with his viewpoint on the song, which I should want to share here :

Wish You Were Here: The immediate frame of mind one is prejudiced to have on coming to terms with the track's title is that it is a cliched romantic song from the viewpoint of a forlorn lover, sung in memory of his lady-love. Hear it out once and it's lyrics run deeper than any fathomable depth of how music touches the human soul, not answering questions but more importantly, raising them.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

We have these generalizations that have been ingrained into us from day one of our respective upbringings. We see, judge, criticize, feel, rationalize, hate, romanticize, adhere to, reject away solely on the basis of these notions incorporated into our being from the first time we ever came to your senses. And, we think we perform the fore-mentioned, at free will.
The last line is for you to ask yourself if you truly possess free will. It is for you to ask yourself if you absolutely comprehend free will.

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

As a child, you were amazed by the extra-ordinary actions of characters from the stories you heard in the lap of your guardian/s. But, your role-models changed with time. With teenage, came rebellion. You came to be in the awe of people around you, your peers. Your peers whom you hated so deeply and yet, wanted to be one of them. How ideals and Sunday noons spent in the gardens, in the shade of the guava trees got replaced by the thrill of adrenaline gushes and the highs on embers of marijuana, rolled between your fingers.
But, wasn't this all inevitable? It's better to acknowledge change than to lead a constantly cold, comfortable life. Did you compromise on your deepest passions and wishes for the attainment of social security and stability, in the face of an unpredictable future that is undeniably meant to be lead in the four plastic walls of your work cubicle, of an open-planned office space?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

You and me- we're the same person. We're two goldfishes. You're the kid- a 'not' concatenated to all those notions ingrained into me. And, I'm the person you grew into. And, there's this constant and repetitive battle we wage. Battles over every choice, decision, risk, consumerism, values, patriotism, carnage, humanity, love, hatred, fluid, flower, burn, drown, kill, live, wither, thrive, vegan, rape, genius, design, nature.. The list goes on and on and on, again and again and again. And, I defeat you every single time. It's easier; you see, I've seen more of the world. I have experience. This is how things are meant to be. We're going to fight it out in this fish-bowl body of our's till it collapses to the ground. But every time, kid, every single time I've beaten you up, I Wish You Were Here, not me.Sarvesh Singh, (under construction)
Answered Mar 26, 2014

Wish You Were Here: The immediate frame of mind one is prejudiced to have on coming to terms with the track's title is that it is a cliched romantic song from the viewpoint of a forlorn lover, sung in memory of his lady-love. Hear it out once and it's lyrics run deeper than any fathomable depth of how music touches the human soul, not answering questions but more importantly, raising them.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

We have these generalizations that have been ingrained into us from day one of our respective upbringings. We see, judge, criticize, feel, rationalize, hate, romanticize, adhere to, reject away solely on the basis of these notions incorporated into our being from the first time we ever came to your senses. And, we think we perform the fore-mentioned, at free will.
The last line is for you to ask yourself if you truly possess free will. It is for you to ask yourself if you absolutely comprehend free will.

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

As a child, you were amazed by the extra-ordinary actions of characters from the stories you heard in the lap of your guardian/s. But, your role-models changed with time. With teenage, came rebellion. You came to be in the awe of people around you, your peers. Your peers whom you hated so deeply and yet, wanted to be one of them. How ideals and Sunday noons spent in the gardens, in the shade of the guava trees got replaced by the thrill of adrenaline gushes and the highs on embers of marijuana, rolled between your fingers.
But, wasn't this all inevitable? It's better to acknowledge change than to lead a constantly cold, comfortable life. Did you compromise on your deepest passions and wishes for the attainment of social security and stability, in the face of an unpredictable future that is undeniably meant to be lead in the four plastic walls of your work cubicle, of an open-planned office space?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

You and me- we're the same person. We're two goldfishes. You're the kid- a 'not' concatenated to all those notions ingrained into me. And, I'm the person you grew into. And, there's this constant and repetitive battle we wage. Battles over every choice, decision, risk, consumerism, values, patriotism, carnage, humanity, love, hatred, fluid, flower, burn, drown, kill, live, wither, thrive, vegan, rape, genius, design, nature.. The list goes on and on and on, again and again and again. And, I defeat you every single time. It's easier; you see, I've seen more of the world. I have experience. This is how things are meant to be. We're going to fight it out in this fish-bowl body of our's till it collapses to the ground. But every time, kid, every single time I've beaten you up, I Wish You Were Here, not me.