I was thinking this was actually real at first because I was listening to it on police scanner.. until I saw the news report where less than 2 days after the "landlord" lets the reporters in one of the "shooters" house. If I was a cop I would have that place zoned off for the next few weeks atleast. And its kinda funny that one of the guys interviewed happens to be wearing a freemason cap.. common..
I think it was supposed to be an assassination by one of the agencies that no one was supposed to see, but since somebody did see it they had to make some bullshit up to make the people feel safe, while playing into their gun control agenda and "terrorism". If they sped off in a black SUV and nobody saw the plates or their faces, how the hell did they get found so quickly?
>It's the nature of the album. The tracks follows you as you move through your own life. First you breathe, you're born and maneuver the early stages of life. You mature and run into crazy larger than life problems like time, money, religion (great gig in the sky), and war (us and them) and we struggle to find answers. And then you realize that there is no solution, there's just reflection and thought, and it drives you to lunacy trying to pinpoint one comforting answer. And then repeat, relating back to the struggles you'll encounter tomorrow
Time is definitely one of the defining songs for many members here. It seems that when listened to at earlier ages it's enjoyed, understood, but most don't really fully identify with it until they've lost their youthful energy and really realize this is me, this is what I've become.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.
