I liken Dark Side of the Moon to a woman, a motherly one who quietly takes care of things in the shadow, so that what you see in the light is flawless.
Somehow it comes back to me, the forbidden knowledge. And the elves in the garden start developing voices. And the mushroom speaks again.
i used to kiss the moon, kiss the moon... and it used to kiss me back, kiss me back... humming to me softly, softly so i can never forget.
What emotion do you feel? What does your body want to do? Do you want to cry and moan? Do you feel like yelling, pounding pillows, or stomp-dancing?