R.I.P. Syd Barrett

In yellow shoes I get the blues,
So I walk the street with my plastic feet
with blue velvet trousers make me feel pink
Theres a kind of stink about blue velvet trousers
In my paisley shirt, I look a jerk,
and my turquoise waistcoat is quite outta sight.
But oh, oh, my haircut looks so bad....
 
Barrett era Floyd and post-Barrett Floyd are two completely FloyRAB, they really can't be compared.

He was a rather inventive Guitarist, his vocals were unique and his lyrics provided some strange imagery.

Though it must be said, Bike had some of the most random lyrics ever.
 
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