Inauguration Looms … I’m Comfortably Numb

As the inauguration approaches, friends worry and ask, ‘hey loser, can I get you a conscious, a passport, commemorative plates?’ Roger Waters and Pink Floyd fill my head as I tell them:

[At the 3:20 mark]
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb

The version of Comfortably Numb I have been listening [or non-chemically medicating] to is the one used in The Departed soundtrack.

Roger Waters and my bastardized version of the song are copied in full at end of post.

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Roger Waters Comfortably Numb lyrics

Hello
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now
I hear you’re feeling down
Well, I can ease the pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb
Ok
Just a little pinprick
There’ll be no more –Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, Good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
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Guayaberaly Numb lyrics

[Lyrics redacted by Homeland Security until further notice]
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About Jorge Costales

- Cuban Exile [veni] - Raised in Miami [vidi] - American Citizen [vici]
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