This is an experiment of two songs, one by Floyd (Nobody Home) and the other Porcupine Tree (Lazarus). The rights of the songs reside with the respective geniuses.

And this is not a dialogue. Imagine the two protagonists sitting in two different corners, trying to communicate, sort it all out, knowing that all is but lost. Here’s how it goes.

He:

“I’ve got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

And I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home.”

She:
“My David don’t you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you”

He:
“I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain.
I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I’ve got wild staring eyes.
And I’ve got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.

When I pick up the phone,
There’s still nobody home.”

She:
“My David don’t you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you.

Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us, Lazarus,
It’s time for you to go”