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    THE NEW SYD BARRETT APPRECIATION SOCIETY
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THE FOLLOWING ARE TRIBUTES TO SYD BARRETT FROM PEOPLE ALL AROUND THE GLOBE.

ART 

 Drawing by Cecilia Hogkvist - Piper 0283

 Syd Barrett doll by Carol - Piper 0127

 Acrylic painting by Brian Klibenski - Piper_0157

 Drawing by Kris Milo - Piper_0159

The following three images (below) were made by Alejandro Colombo - Piper_0173

 

 Drawing by Michael Majewski

 Line Drawing by Piper_0102 - David Naughton

David wrote...  my "Syd Art" is a line drawing called Mind Shot, every time I worked on it i listened to "It Is Obvious".

 Painting by Piper_0024 - Felix Atagong

 Drawing by Piper_0041 - Ron Taylor

 

POETRY

Through the sprit of essence in time and the depth of every soul, hence a true sprit was born.
The everlasting mind of Syd Barrett, "aka" Roger Keith Barrett, was conceived into a world of the unknown.
Brought to life in a magical evolution which was beyond his wildest dreams. 
May he persue and find his true vision in life and evolve into his heart's desire.
Hopefully someday all the componets of Syd's creativity will become once again innumerable.
 
Susan - Piper_0401
 
 

your eyes hidden in shadows

staring

penetrating

even the most lost of souls

your confusion

makes me think of my own

 

a life that is dead

a person you once were

forgotten by no one but you

i look at you

when you were young

and not yet broken

i listen quietly

while you sing the words

you wrote down decades ago

and a tear escapes my eye

 

a feeling of isolation

washes over me

and i despair for my own lost soul

until i realise

that maybe its better

to be lost

 

by Rhonda Readance - Piper_0053

 

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ASTRAL

 

I have been walking through the woods

suddenly came to me colourful gnomes of different moods

I comunicate to them with joy in my heart

long talks about art.

 

we paint mother nature.

 

and we play games

and we call names

the fire dance

the dancer,s trance.

 

I am living in the astral world

 

oh lord

I listen to the music of a piper

he sings without a word

he is the wiser.

Fernando Mosqera - PIPER 0139

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THY FIRST TO THE MOON

 

CATS & DOGS IN THE HAY

HE SPOTS VISIONS FROM FARCE MILKY WAYS
WHAT IS IT? THAT THOSE PEOPLE ASKED
STRANGE CHORDS FROM A DREAM THAT HE HAD
 
ARCHITECTUAL STRUCTURES OF SOUND
WHISTLING ECHOES & WORDS OF FULL COLOUR
STRANGE FRUIT DUBBED THE GNOME IN HIS HOME
HASHISH CIGARETTES ON THE OCTOPUS RIDE
 
WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD SONGS GONE
SING US THE SONGS IN YOUR HEAD
 
LIKE NO OTHER HE SHINES IN BRIGHT COLOUR
BORN STAR CLASPED ART IN MUMS WOMB
                        
SYD BARRETT THY FIRST TO THE MOON!!
SYD BARRETT THY FIRST TO THE MOON!!
 
Brian Klibenski - PIPER_0157
 
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rats, rats

plutonian bats.

teeth that bite,

nails that scratch.

forever shooting marbles

from the eyes of cats.

 

Ron Taylor - PIPER_0051

 

 

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My poem about Syd

 

  

I always wondered, why...

they would, Wish you were here.

 

It took time to see, why...

you shined on, Crazy Diamond.

 

But now, I think I've got it.

 

Was it the Dream within a Dream, like Poe...

 

Or was it not exactly a joke,

when one could see perfectly clear

that not everyone wanted you there

and the burden was to much to bear.

 

Better to burn out AND fade away.

 

Have I got it...yet?

 

by Sean Wylie - PIPER_0056

 

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I use the following poem on my holiday greetings cards

That I mail out before Christmas, poor Santa Claus...

 

        Just tripping up sweetly

        To greet the people

        Its that Christmas time again

        And then...

 

        I bleached the big guys suit

        I didnt stop to think

        It was just a funny thing to do

        Cause Im feeling very pink!

 

         Best Regards,

           Ed Paule

                Piper_0049

 

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dark as a rose settling for the night
your eyes staring through shadows
looking into a different place far from reality
a distant glimmer on the horizon
the world fades away as i listen to your words
and again i feel a calmness within
that comes only from your music
i remember when you shone like the sun
blinding the world with your creativity
you burned quickly and bright
teaching all of us about the beauty of life.

By Rhonda - Piper_0053

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 Piper At The Gates Of Dawn

 

You sit there all alone, watching your TV

And you don't even own a phone, but I know your just like me

I suppose you think there's no one left who ever thinks of you

But I'm going to try and make you see how you affected me

 

I saw your picture in a magazine many years ago

And your eyes stared out and they said to me, "There's nobody home"

Walls came crumbling down for me when I heard the songs you sung

You were a piper, painter, poet, preacher, it's not easy when your young

 

And I see by the look in your eyes

That you've lost most of what you once used to be

But I hope that you see there are people like me

And you live in all our memories

Cos it's you

And it's real

And it's love

That we feel

 

by Steve Schad - Piper_0055

 

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imprisoned or free

your soul, your eyes

songs of.....

life, love, isolation, strength, pain, truth

 

fallen hero still soaring high

with the power to take us away into a secret world

of gnomes and scarecrows, jokes and dreams

you can't see me, but I can you

 

the piper who leads us still

into a beautiful place of creativity and peace

 

there will be no other to show us how

to live and laugh and love through the music

you will never fade away, you will not be forgotten

you will forever shine brightly

in a world that's growing dim

 

what you've given cannot be bought

there is no price on purity, on freedom of the spirit, on honesty

you've given light and it still glows

you still shine in the eyes of many

the piper, the prisoner, the legend

 

you cannot be exposed in the light because it comes from you

and bathes us in warmth

i feel as if I've come home to finally be at peace and rest

when I think of you

 

our Roger,

forever the piper

who leads us home

 

by Rhonda - Piper_0053

 

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With The Eyes of a Child

(for Syd Barrett 1974)

  

Maya

 

Goddess of dreams             Goddess of illusion

 

Free my soul

 

Let me return to my original nature

 

My Buddha nature

 

 

Open to receive            Open to give

 

 

With the eyes of a child may I see again

 

 

With the eyes of a child

 

 

Mark Steven Brooks - Piper_0032

 

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BIKE 2005

  

They named me Syd. I wasnt born with it.

I go to market for boxes

and packets of things and for papers

Stalkers try to take my picture

but I roger them

 

 (Chorus)

 

 Once upon a time

 The world seemed to be mine

 I sang and played, everyone raved

 And everything was pink

 

Id get the blues when I wore yellow shoes

Then I would change my gear 

Cover my knees

And Id lose those blues

I would then be feeling pink

But with a kind of stink

 

 (Chorus)

 

I used to sing, play electric guitar strings

Id shout and scream, even wear brylcreem

But now Ive gotten old

Id rather paint things

 

 (Chorus)

 

I wrote some songs, some short and some long

Here a song, there a song

Lots of sing-a-long songs

Some of them once were big hits

Now theyre compact discs

 

 (Chorus)

 

I had a group I thought were my mates

Rog, Rick, Dave, Nick

Now theyre all just lame ducks

They say they will be Floyd again

I care not a f%&k

 

By Arthur Freakley - Piper_0028

 

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As you can see I have received some wonderful personal tributes in the form of Art, poems, stories etc, but we would all love to see more up here on this dedicated Fan page.




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