Remember this long lost posting and the earlier one linked there on rock music and diplomatic parlance?

I was given David Gilmour’s Live in Gdansk for my birthday, and listening to it I was taken back a long way to Meddle:

Super lyrics from Pink Floyd as they got into their stride, with one nice metaphorical diplomatic line:

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine …

And through the window in the wall
Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.

Ah. When we were young.