Sorrow
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Heat haze rising on hell's own hill
To wake up this morning is an act of will
Walk through the night to get here today
To bring your children, to give them away

Oh, oh, this cruel sun, is daylight never done?
Cruelty just begun to make a shadow of everyone
And if the rain came
And if the rain came now

Souls bent over without a breeze
Blankets on burning trees
I am sick without disease
Nobility on it's knees

And if the rain came
And if the rain came, now
Would it wash us all away on a wave of sorrow?
Wave, wave of sorrow

Where now the holy cities? Where are the ancient holy scrolls?
Where now Emperor Menelek and Queen of Sheba's gold?
You, my bride wear a crown, on your finger, precious stone
As every good thing now been sold

Son, of shepherd boy, now king
What wisdom can you bring?
What lyric could you sing?
Where is the music of the Seraphim?

And if the rain came
And if the rain came, now
Would it wash us all away, on a wave of sorrow?
Wave, on a wave of sorrow, wave

Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
For they shall inherit what's left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who have left their thrones
They are blessed in this valley of dry bones

Blessed all of you with an empty heart
For you have nothing from which you cannot part
Blessed is the ego if it's all we got this hour
Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
Blessed is the sex worker's body sold tonight

She works for what she's got to save her children's life
Blessed are the deaf who cannot hear a scream
Blessed are the stupid who can dream




Blessed are the tin can, cardboard slums
And blessed is the spirit that overcomes

Overall Meaning

The song "Sorrow" by Pink Floyd is a melancholic ballad that explores the theme of loss and suffering. The song opens with a description of a barren and apocalyptic landscape, where the heat haze rises on hell's own hill, and waking up in such a place is an act of will. The singer likens the cruel sun to an oppressor and asks if daylight ever ends. He describes the suffering of people who are unable to escape the harsh conditions, and questions the purpose of their existence. The lyrics metaphorically suggest that a wave of sorrow could wash them all away.


The second verse delves deeper into the theme of suffering, with the imagery of souls bent over without a breeze, blankets on burning trees, nobility on its knees, and the absence of music from the Seraphim. The lyrics suggest that everything that is good has been sold, and even the holy cities and ancient scrolls have disappeared. The third verse is more optimistic and presents a message of hope. It suggests that those who have nothing to lose are blessed, and those who overcome their difficulties are also blessed. The lyrics describe the blessings of meekness, kings who have left their thrones, sexual workers' bodies sold for their children's lives, and spirits that overcome.


Line by Line Meaning

Heat haze rising on hell's own hill
The oppressive heat and blurry vision on this difficult journey signify the challenging path ahead.


To wake up this morning is an act of will
Simply getting up requires a great deal of determination and fortitude.


Walk through the night to get here today
The journey was so long and difficult that it required traveling through the night to arrive.


To bring your children, to give them away
The journey was made with the purpose of giving the artist's children a better life elsewhere, even if it means giving them away.


Oh, oh, this cruel sun, is daylight never done?
The searing heat of the sun and never-ending daylight suggest a never-ending cycle of cruelty and pain.


Cruelty just begun to make a shadow of everyone
The cruelty has only just begun and is already consuming and overshadowing everyone.


And if the rain came
If there were hope for a change in the situation,


And if the rain came now
If this hope were to materialize at this moment.


Souls bent over without a breeze
The people's spirits are crushed and defeated, with no chance of relief.


Blankets on burning trees
The few material possessions people have are useless in the face of the harsh environment.


I am sick without disease
The internal suffering and pain are intense, even if there is no physical illness to explain it.


Nobility on it's knees
Even the most dignified and powerful people are brought low by the oppressive conditions.


Would it wash us all away on a wave of sorrow?
The rain may bring relief but could also wash away everything in a great flood of sorrow.


Wave, wave of sorrow
This sorrow is overwhelming, like a tidal wave.


Where now the holy cities? Where are the ancient holy scrolls?
Even revered and sacred places and texts have disappeared or been forgotten in this world of suffering.


Where now Emperor Menelek and Queen of Sheba's gold?
Even the most powerful rulers and their treasures have been lost or destroyed in this ravaged world.


You, my bride wear a crown, on your finger, precious stone
Despite the bleakness, there are still moments of beauty and love, such as the artist's bride wearing a beautiful ring.


As every good thing now been sold
This world has become so desperate that even good things, like love and beauty, seem to have a price tag on them.


Son, of shepherd boy, now king
The son of a humble shepherd boy has become a king, but what can he offer in this broken world?


What wisdom can you bring?
There seems to be little hope for true improvement or progress, no matter how wise and powerful one may be.


What lyric could you sing?
Even beautiful things like music and poetry seem futile in this world of suffering.


Where is the music of the Seraphim?
Even heavenly music seems to have vanished or been silenced in this world of darkness.


Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
The humble and simple people who work hard in difficult conditions will find some reward.


For they shall inherit what's left of the earth
These hardworking and down-to-earth people will ultimately triumph over those who hoarded wealth and power in this broken world.


Blessed are the kings who have left their thrones
Even the most powerful and privileged people can find some hope by giving up their oppressive ways.


They are blessed in this valley of dry bones
Even in the midst of this barren and lifeless place, there is hope for redemption and forgiveness.


Blessed all of you with an empty heart
Those who have nothing left to lose, who are empty and lost, can still find blessings and hope in this world.


For you have nothing from which you cannot part
Those who have already suffered great losses and pain have nothing left to lose and can still find some hope in letting go.


Blessed is the ego if it's all we got this hour
Even the destructive and selfish aspect of human nature can be seen as a blessing in this desperate situation.


Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
Those who challenge the oppressive and unjust authorities are blessed, even though it may come at great personal cost.


Blessed is the sex worker's body sold tonight
Even those who are forced into sex work to survive can find some blessing and hope in their difficult situation.


She works for what she's got to save her children's life
The sex worker may not have chosen this path willingly but is doing everything she can to save her children and provide for them.


Blessed are the deaf who cannot hear a scream
Those who are shielded from the worst excesses of humanity, like the deaf who cannot hear the screams of pain and despair, can still find some peace.


Blessed are the stupid who can dream
Even those who seem foolish or naive can find some hope and joy in their simple dreams and aspirations.


Blessed are the tin can, cardboard slums
Even the most humble and makeshift homes can be seen as a blessing in this world of destruction.


And blessed is the spirit that overcomes
Ultimately, those who can persevere and overcome the obstacles and suffering of this world are truly blessed.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL DAVID HEWSON

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