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I Dont Know How To Feel About Pink Floyds Animals lyrics by Sarah Herrera

It would be incorrect to say
I was thrown out of my public high school
I was asked politely not to return
Big difference

So I was shipped off to boarding school in upstate New York for 10th grade
If you haven’t attended boarding school
And most of you haven’t, it’s a lot like prison

You get a room and you get a bed, and the alpha male or female runs the room
I was not the alpha
My roommate would do a lot of things to torture me
Such as staying up until 2 AM throwing almond after almond
At me from a huge bag of – you guessed it – almonds
While I tried to sleep
And as a scrawny 15-year old without much self-assuredness
I let it all happen without saying a peep

However, the worst thing
And I don’t believe that he did this to be intentionally malevolent
Was to play Pink Floyd’s „Animals” at a loud volume while dozing off to sleep
And I would lie there waiting for the album to end so I could go to sleep myself
That sucked

Ha ha, charade you are, indeed!

Every night
Track 1 – Pigs on the Wing part 1
Track 2 – Dogs
Track 3 – Pigs, Three Different Ones
Track 4 – Sheep
And finally Track 5 – Pigs on the Wing part 2

I grew to loathe that album
As it not only represented hours and hours
Of miserably failing to fall asleep
But also my relative impotence in the situation

Subsequently
After I graduated
I was unable to sleep unless there was absolute silence
Even white noise machines were too much aural input
I had to have complete silence
And then a few years ago, some mysterious
Cognitive switch flipped and things completely reversed

I was unable to sleep without music
I know, you’re starting to suspect where this is going
And you’re right, but let me get there properly

So soft music would suffice, relaxing spa kind of music
But then that stopped working
So I shuffled songs from my library and found that Pink Floyd helped me sleep
As long as it was a different album
And that worked for a while too, and then stopped working
And now I cannot sleep without listening to Pink Floyd’s Animals

Simply can’t do it

And it’s not even that great of an album
The songs are uneven and the lyrics
Are so aggressively cynical that they are laughable

I wonder if my roommate would remember all of this
I’m wondering if he had the same peculiar disorder that I have developed
The inability to sleep without listening to
Roger Waters’ thinly-veiled attacks on 1970’s British society

Likely not