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 wasn’t 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

I’d get the blues when I wore yellow shoes

Then I would change my gear 

Cover my knees

And I’d lose those blues

I would then be feeling pink

But with a kind of stink

 (Chorus)

I used to sing, play electric guitar strings

I’d shout and scream, even wear brylcreem

But now I’ve gotten old

I’d 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 they’re compact discs

 (Chorus)

I had a group I thought were my mates

Rog, Rick, Dave, Nick

Now they’re 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.