I tell you one thing. Never have I felt so , well I guess happy, when I Walk Alone. played and , 50.000 of you all sang " our" fuckin hearts out, all at once. Remember we're All broken people! One love. Greenday rules! 🤘🤘🤘
When I realised there was enough to recreate most of it, I just had to. I might take another pass one day soon, because there's footage from every angle and quality and moment now
There's only one bit with Tre and All by myself I used a different night concert by accident. Rest is structured around what I had and what was out there from fans by 5pm-ish Sat
@@TheAlchemist1618 Thank you for clarifying. I was at Manchester and noticed all by myself was somewhere else. We have an awesome video of it and many more. Gonna upload soon. Thanks for compiling.
Thanks man, I love the duo of their two voices together man, but I couldn't finish it when I threw a thought to my late bff just as a butterfly 🦋 fluttered by. 😊
Thanks for listening, there are comments with the original song etc. I was inspired to complete it for guitar practice sake, and noticed how closely Pans Labyrinth fit. Given the content you can imagine I was pleased 😂
@@TheAlchemist1618 about to as I fall asleep. Funnily enough I just posted a quick cover of the piece myself. You seem to have made song out of it. Awesome lemme check it out!
Just what is a rainbow? It is light refracted through a raindrop. It is a bridge to heaven It is a bridge to heaven And I will cross it with you "I'll be with you always, But time is passing through me Can you touch a rainbow? It slips right through my little fingers. I'll be with you always, But time is slipping through me.
O pior de tudo era ser tão ser. Não sabia pedir ajuda, não por insegurança, mas por não saber ser ajudado. Por se sentir incomodando ao ocupar aos demais com seus problemas. Curar aos outros lhe deixava cada vez mais doente, e não há ninguém que possa lhe curar. Retia as emoções em público, para sozinho derreter em sentimentos inexplicáveis. Cada lágrima uma emoção, nem sempre era tristeza, algumas eram piores, bem piores. Eram azuis. The Rainbow Song. As brigas em casa o cercavam. A insuficiência nos estudos o cercavam. A sensação de ser incompleto e incurável o cercavam. Talvez foste o autor, o covarde mais angustiado da história da sua própria vida.
É o fim do arco-íris, sem nenhum tesouro. Lhe roubaram autoestima nas piadas sobre ti, com o pretexto de que era somente humor. Lhe roubaram os risos por ser um exagerado escandaloso. Lhe roubaram a literatura, no arcadismo das palavras lhe chamando de forçado. Lhe roubaram o direito de ser feliz, citando nomes que deveriam ser esquecidos. Tais tantos são as cores do arco íris, onde subo e de onde pulo, buscando a riqueza da paz e solidão. Onde habita o desespero, habita morte.
I was at the gig and have seen Floyd and Gilmour live a number of times, what I noticed was along with the music there were a number of lighting cues that came from Floyd and Gilmour live shows, it was a great gig by Brit Floyd, long may they continue.