“Truth was the only daughter of Time.”
—Leonardo da Vinci [1452–1519], Maxim 1152.
The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci,
XIX Philosophical Maxims. Morals.
Polemics and Speculations (1883);
Trans. Johann Paul Friedrich Richter
Pink Floyd perform “Time” at Nassau Coliseum in Uniondale, New York, on August 19, 1988, where the British band performed for five nights. Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time/Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines.
“Time” is found (side 3; track 2) on the band's first live album, Delicate Sound of Thunder, a double LP released on November 22, 1988. This was during a period, in the 1970s and ’80s, when rock concerts were theatrical extravaganzas and there were elements of showmanship and musicianship. In other words, there was a show put on for the audience, whose expectations were met.
The song dates to the 1970s, originally on the band’s Dark Side of the Moon (1973) studio album (track no. 4), the album that everyone knows about, the one with the cover art of light going through a glass prism and producing six colors (indigo is missing) of the electromagnetic spectrum visible to the human eye (wavelengths of 380 nanometres to 700 nanometres); the art was produced by Hipgnosis and George Hardie.
Time does undoubtedly slip away, it does seem to fly away. Before you know it you are 60 years of age, listening to the songs of your youth, not looking to such songs for any deeper meaning but finding in them some brief moments of musical enjoyment. This enjoyment might not only be in listening to the song, but also in the memory of listening to the song years ago, when I was a younger self.
At a time when I viewed the world in a different way than I do now, as only the young can and, perhaps, as one can argue, ought to. Youth, after all, is for the young, with their youthful dreams and aspirations. Time does eventually reveal some truths, ones that youth can never apprehend, not that they can at this age. Not until they mature, get older and their dreams fade away. Then they begin to know and understand the world around them in a different way.