Pink Floyd

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Syd Barrett
Roger Waters
David Gilmour
Richard Wright
Nick Mason


Pink Floyd :

1. "Underground"                              '64-'67 C)
2. "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn"               '67
3. "A Saucerful of Secrets"                       '68
4. "A Nice Pair"                                  '69 C)
5. "Ummagumma"                                    '69 D)
6. "More"                                         '69
7. "Zabriskie Point"                              '69 F)
8. "Atom Heart Mother"                            '70
9. R.Waters & Ron Geesin "Music from the Body"    '70
10. "The Committee"                                '70 F)
11. Syd Barrett - "The Madcap Laughs"              '70
12. Syd Barrett - "Barrett"                        '70
13. "Meddle"                                       '71
14. "Relics"                                       '71 C)
15. "Obscured by Clouds" - ("The Valley")          '72
16. "The Dark Side of the Moon"                    '73
17. "Masters of Rock"                              '74 C)
18. "Wish You Were Here"                           '75
19. "Animals"                                      '77
20. Rick Wright - "Wet Dream"                      '78
21. David Gilmour - "Gilmour"                      '78
22. "The Wall"                                     '79 D)
23. Nick Mason - "Fictitious Sports"               '81
24. "A Colection of Great Dance Songs"             '81 C)
25. "the final cut"                                '83
26. Zee "Identity" - Rick Wright & Dave Harris     '84
27. David Gilmour - "About Face"                   '84
28. R.Waters - "The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking" '84
29. Nick Mason - "                         "       '85
30. R.Waters - "Radiowaves"                        '87
31. "A Momentary Lapse of Reason" (w/o R.Waters)   '87


   C) - Collected album
   D) - Double album
   F) - Soundtrack from a Film
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       THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN - 1967

1. Astronomy Domine
2. Lucifer Sam
3. Matilda Mother
4. Flaming
5. Pow R Toc H
6. Take up Thy Stethoscope and Walk
7. Interstellar Overdrive
8. The Gnome
9. Chapter 24
10. The Scarecrow
11. Bike


       ASTRONOMY DOMINE

Lime and limpid green the second scene
the fights between the blue you once knew
floating down the sound resounds
around the icy waters underground

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon there on the run
Titanian, Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten

Winding signs flap
flicker flicker flicker flam pow pow
stairways scare and death rules there
blindman limpid green the sound
surrounds the icy waters on the
lime and limpid green the sound
surrounds the icy waters underground


       LUCIFER SAM

Lucifer Sam saw your cat
always sitting by your side
always by your side
that cat's something I can't explain

Jennifer Gentle you're the witch
you're the left side, he's the right side
oh no
that cat's something I can't explain

Wouldn't say we're going to see
me a hip cat, me a ship's cat
somewhere, anywhere
that cat's something I can't explain

The night is crawling, shifting sand
hiding around on the ground
he'll be bound when you're around
that cat's something I can't explain


       MATILDA MOTHER

There was a king who ruled the land
His Majesty was in command
with silver eyes the scarlet eagle
showered silver on the people

Oh mother tell me more
Why'd you have to leave me there
hanging in my infant chair
waiting

You only have to read the lines
They're scribbled in black and everything shines

Across the stream with wooden shoes
bells to tell the king the news
a thousand misty riders climb up
higher once upon a time

Wandering and dreaming
the words had different meanings
yes they did

For all the time spent in that view
in doll's house darkness' old perfume
and fairy-stories held me high
on clouds of sunlight floating by

Oh mother tell me more
tell me more


       FLAMING

Alone in the clouds all blue
lying on an eiderdown
Yippie, you can't see me
but I can you

Lazing in the foggy dew
sitting on a unicorn
no fear, you can't hear me
but I can you

Watching buttercups cuff the light
sleeping on a dandelion
too much, I won't touch you
but then I might

Screaming through the scarlet sky
travelling by telephone
hey, ho here we go
ever so high.


       TAKE UP THY STETHOSCOPE AND WALK

I'm in bed, aching head
gold is red, choke I'm red
I'm the bread, gold is red
Jesus bled, pain is red
dark room

Oh no

Breeze is slow, you are slow
chill grow
feeling seems to melt the brain
seems to cause a painful brain
doctor kindly tell your wife
that I'm alive
flowers thrive
realize realize
realize


       THE GNOME

I want to tell you a story
about a little man
if I can
a gnome named Crimble Cromble
and little gnomes stay in their homes
eating sleeping drinking their wine

He wore a scarlet tunic
a blue-green hood
it looked quite good
he had a big adventure
amidst the grass
fresh air at last
wining dining biding his time

And then one day hurray
another way for the gnomes to say hurray

Look at the sky, look at the river
isn't it good
look at the sky, look at the river
isn't it good
winding finding places to go.


       CHAPTER 24

A movement is accomplished in six stages
and the seventh brings return
the seven is the number of the young light
it forms when darkness is increased by one

Change returns success
going and coming without error
action brings good fortune
sunset, sunrise

The time is with the month of winter solstice
when the change is due to come
thunder in the early course of heaven
things cannot be destroyed once and all for all.


       THE SCARECROW

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
stood with a bird on his hat and swore
everywhere he didn't care
he stood in a field where barley grows

His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move
except when the wind cut up and mice ran
around on the ground
he stood in a field where barley grows

The black and green scarecrow was sadder than me
but now he's resigned to his fate 'cause life's not
unkind, he doesn't mind
he stood in a field where barley grows


       BIKE

I've got a bike, you can ride if you like
it's got a basket, a bell that rings
and things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
but I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl
that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything
if you want a thing

I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke
there's a tear up the front, it's red and black
I've had it for months
if you think it could look good
then I guess it should

I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
I don't know why I call him Gerald
he's getting rather old but he's a good mouse
I've got a clan of gingerbread men
here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish

I know a room of musical tunes
some wine, some gin, most of them are clock work
let's go into the other room and make them work
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 Pink Floyd - September 1967
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       A SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS - 1968

1. Let there be More Light
2. Remember a Day
3. Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
4. Corporal Clegg
5. A Saucerful of Secrets
6. See-Saw
7. Jugband Blues


       LET THERE BE MORE LIGHT

Far far far away way
people heard him say say
I will find a way way
there will come a day day
something will be done

Then at last the mighty ship
descending at a point of flame
made contact with the human race at no time

Now now now is the time time
time to be be be aware

Not as far the solar bear
in human role revealed to him
a living soul of heavenward forever

Sunlight, something in my eye
something in the sky
waiting there for me

The antelope grows hurling back
the servicemen would like to sigh
the memory went flowing rounds
as Lucy in the sky

Oh oh did you ever know
no never ever will they ascend

Summoning in his cosmic powers
and flowing slightly from his toes
psychedelic nations fly


       REMEMBER A DAY

Remember a day before today
a day when you were young
renew a play along with time
evening with a thyme

Sing now a song that can't be sung
without a morning's kiss
dream you shall be it if you wish
look for your king

Why can't we play today
why can't we stay that way

Climb your fatal apple tree
try to catch the sun
hide from your little brother's gun
dream yourself away

Why can't we reach the sun
why can't we blow the years away
go away
remember remember


       SET THE CONTROLS
   FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN

Little by little the night turns around
counting the leaves which tremble in the dawn
notices leaning on each other and yearning
under the leaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

On to the mountain watching the Watcher
breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine
the moment your flaw is run to your shadow
notice the shadow that reopens the vine

Set the controls for the heart of the sun
heart of the sun
Breaking the shape of his questions for ever
when the sun will fall in the evening
will he remember the lesson I gave him

Set the controls for the heart of the sun
heart of the sun


       CORPORAL CLEGG

Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg
he won it in the war in nineteen forty four
Corporal Clegg had a medal too
in orange and in blue, he found it in the zoo

Dear oh dear, oh are they really sad for me
dear oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me

Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin

Corporal Clegg, umbrella in the rain
he's never been the same but no one is to blame

Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream
from Her Majesty the Queen, his boots were very clean


       SEE-SAW

Fairly girls were very much in love
but he doesn't mind
pickin' up his sister
makes his way to the see-saw land
all the way she smiled
she goes up while he goes down

Sits on a snake in the river
laughter in his sleeves
sister's throwing stones
hoping for a hit
he doesn't know, so there
she goes up while he goes down

Another time, another day
her brother's plain to me
another time, another day day day

She was selling plastic flowers
on a sunday afternoon
pickin' up me, she has not got the time to care
all can see, he's not there
she grows up for another man and he's down


       JUGBAND BLUES

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear
that I'm not here
and I never knew the room could be so big
and I never knew the room could be so blue
and I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
and brought me here instead dressed in red

And I'm wandering who could be writing this song

I don't care if the sun don't shine
I don't care if nothing is mine
and I don't care I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter

And the sea isn't green
and I love the queen
and what exactly is a dream
and what exactly is a joke
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 Pink Floyd - July 1968
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       MORE - 1969

1. Cirrus Minor
2. The Nile Song
3. Crying Song
4. Up the Khyber
5. Green is the Colour
6. Cymbaline
7. Party Sequence
8. Main Theme
9. Ibiza Bar
10. More Blues
11. Quicksilver
12. A Spanish Piece
13. Dramatic Theme


       CIRRUS MINOR

In a churchyard by a river
lazing in the haze of midday
laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not lonely
in singing and in flying on
in laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the water
waving to the river-daughters
swaying in the ripples and the wreaths

On a trip to Cirrus Minor
saw a crater in the sun
a thousand miles of moonlight later


       THE NILE SONG

I was standing by the Nile
when I saw the lady smile
I would take her out for a while, for a while
like tears that like a child
how her golden hair was blowing wild
then she spread her wings to fly, for to fly
soaring high above the breezes
going always where she pleases

She will make it to the island in the sun
I will follow her in her shadow
and I'll watch her from my window
one day I will catch her

She is calling from the deep
summoning my soul to endless sleep
she is bound to drag me down, drag me down.


       CRYING SONG

We smile and smile
laughter echoes in your eyes
We climb and climb
fruit falls softly in the pines
We cry and cry
sadness passess in a while
We roll and roll
help me roll away the stone


       GREEN IS THE COLOUR

Heavy hung the canopy of blue
shade my eyes and I can see you
white is the light that shines through the dress that you wore

She lay in the shadow of a wave
hazy were the visions overplayed
sunlight in her eyes, but moonshine made her cry every time

Green is the colour of her kind
quickness of the eye deceives the mind
envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned


       CYMBALINE

The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer and very high
the ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby
apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine
will the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time, Cymbaline
please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
the ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide
your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
And it's high time, Cymbaline
please wake me

The lions converging where you stand,
they must have moved the picture plain
the leaves are heavy 'round your feet,
you hear the thunder of the train
suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
and Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time, Cymbaline
please wake me


       IBIZA BAR

I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made
making every time that I lay
I feel like an oddball with a cut-off mind
So if you excuse me it's time
when the count is rhymed
and the story-line is fine

I've been amazed since the first day
I can't get a line too close
take me down, take me down
from the cell of my mind
and hear me slowly floating lonely somewhere

I live far enough on a shelf like a dress
on the end of all that reads like a sad song
leaves began to grow beautiful
and years they began
and hear me slowly floating lonely
flowing down too slow
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 Pink Floyd - July 1969
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       UMMAGUMMA - 1969

Live album:

1. Astronomy Domine
2. Careful with that Axe, Eugene
3. Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
4. A Saucerful of Secrets


Studio album:

1. RICHARD WRIGHT - Sysyphus (parts 1-4)
2. ROGER WATERS -
 a) Grantchester Meadows
 b) Several Species of Small Furry Animals
      Gathered Together in a Cave
      and Grooving with a Pict
3. DAVID GILMOUR - The Narrow Way (parts 1-3)
4. NICK MASON - The Grand Vizier's
                  Garden Party
 Part 1 - Entrance
 Part 2 - Entertainment
 Part 3 - Exit


       GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS

Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain
in the sky a bird was heard to cry
misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
be like the deathly silence that lay all around

Hear the knock and hearten
to the barking of the dog fox
gone to ground
see the splashing of the kingfisher
flashing through the water
and the river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
laughing as it passes through the endless summer
making for the sea

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down
all around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground
basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down
all around me golden sunflakes covering the ground
basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.


       THE NARROW WAY

Flowing in the path
as it leads toward the darkness in the north
weary stranger's faces show their sympathy
they've seen that home before

If you wanna stay for a little bit
rest your aching limbs for a little bit
before you can find his private room
and you can't delay
hear the nightbirds calling him
to care and catch the words to say
close by in the nightmare of your brain

Misty swelling creatures crawling
hear the roar get louder in your ears
you know the volume as you're on the force
behind can't conquer all your fears

All your birds aren't really listening
tell them there is life with every morning
perhaps today you can when you answer me
it's clear, it's all nights warning
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 Pink Floyd - November 1969
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       ATOM HEART MOTHER - 1970

1. Atom Heart Mother
  a) Father's Shout
  b) Breast Milky
  c) Mother Fore
  d) Funky Dung
  e) Mind Your Throats Please
  f) Remergence
2. If
3. Summer'68
4. Fat Old Sun
5. Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast
  a) Rise and Shine
  b) Sunny Side Up
  c) Morning Glory


       IF

If I were the swan, I'd be gone
if I were the train, I'd be late (again)
and if I were the good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do

If I were to sleep I could dream
if I were afraid I could hide
if I go insane
please don't put your wires in my brain

If I were the moon, I'd be cool
if I were the rule, I would bend
if I were a good man
I'd understand the spaces between friends

If I were alone, I would cry
and if I were with you, I'd be home and dry
and if I go insane
will you still let me join in with the game.


       SUMMER '68

Would you like to say something before you leave
perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
we say goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
we met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
from your bed I came today and lost a bloody year
and I would like to know, how do you feel
how do you feel

Not a single word we've said, the lights stay without fears
occasionaly you showed a smile but what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon in the world of ninety-five
my friends they're in the sun, I wish that I was there
tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
have you time before you leave to greet another man
just to let me know, how do you feel
how do you feel

Goodbye to you
shall it bring girls due
I had a love for one day


       FAT OLD SUN

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
summer-evening birds are calling
summer sun do you travel yet
the sound of music in my ears
distant bells, new grown grass smells so sweet
by the river holding hands
you're old enough and lay me down
And if you see, don't make a sound
pick your feet up off the ground
and if you hear as the warm night falls
the silver sound from a time so strange
sing to me, sing to me

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
summer-evening birds are calling
children's laughter in my ears
and then the sunlight disappears.
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 Pink Floyd - October 1970
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       RELICS '71 & MASTERS OF THE ROCK '74

1. Arnold Layne                27.02.1967
2. Candy and a Current Bun           1967
3. Apples and Oranges                1967
4. It Would Be so Nice               1967
5. See Emily Play              23.05.1967
6. Paint Box                   02.11.1967
7. Biding My Time              09.07.1969
8. Julia Dream                 13.02.1968

1. Crumbling Land (soundtrack from the film "Zabriskie Point")
2. Embryo (from "Picnic, a Breath of Fresh Air")
3. Point Me at the Sky (from "Purple Simon Moves Pink Harum")


       ARNOLD LAYNE

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines
they suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror
distorted view, see through, baby blue
he got it

Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same
it takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to know
why can't you see

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne

Now he's caught a nasty sort of person
they gave him time, doors bang chaingang
he hated

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne,
Arnold Layne
don't do it again


       CANDY AND A CURRENT BUN

Oh my girl sitting in the sun
go buy candy and a current bun
I like good to see you
lay flat

Oh talk talk sweet
please just fuck with me
please no feeling afraid

It's true sun shinihg very bright
it's you I'm gonna love tonight
icecream tastes good in the afternoon
icecream tastes good if you eat it soon

Don't touch me child
please, you know you drive me wild
please, you know I'm feeling frail

Don't try another cat
don't go a lot like that you must know
I'm very very bad


       APPLES AND ORANGES

Got a fliptop pack of cigarettes in the pocket
feeling good at the top shopping at shops
she's walking in the sunshine town
feeling very cool
but the butchers and the bakers
in the supermarket stores
getting everything she wants
from the supermarket store

Apples and oranges
apples and oranges

Cornering meekly she trips up sweetly
to meet the people
she's on time again
and then, I catch her by the eye
then stop and have to think
what a funny thing to do
'cause I'm feeling very thin


I love she
she loves me
see you, see you, see you

Thought you might like to know
I'm a lorrydriver man
she's on the run
down by the riverside
feeding ducks in the afternoon time


       IT WOULD BE SO NICE

It would be so nice to leave some time

Everybody wakes and in the morning
hot tea can't stop yarning
pass the butter please
have you ever read the Daily Standard
reading all about the plane that's landed
upside down

Everyone knows what I do today
there can be no other way
but I would just like to say

Everybody cares about the weather
but everybody should know better
what a waste of time
everybody lives beneath the ceiling
living out a dream that sends them reeling
to a distant place

But no one knows what I do today
there can be no other way
but I would just like to say


       SEE EMILY PLAY

Emily tries but misunderstands
she's often inclined to borrow
somebody's dreams till tomorrow

There is no other day
let's try it another way
you'll loose your mind and play
free games today
see Emily play

Soon after dark Emily cries
gazing through trees in sorrow
hardly a sound till tomorrow

Put on a gown that touches the ground
float on a river
for ever and ever
Emily, Emily


       PAINT BOX

Last night I had too much to drink
sitting in a club with so many fools
playing to rules
trying to impress and feeling rather empty
I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening
you don't turn up with their friends
playing their game
here in the scene or it should be
far away

Getting up first without remembering
where I've been before
I open the door to an empty room
then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
she would very much like to go
out to a show
so what can I do, I can't think what to say
she sees through any way

Out of the front door I go
traffic's moving rather slow
arriving late
there she waits looking very angry
as cross as she can be


       BIDING MY TIME

Wasting my time, resting my mind
and I'll never pine for the sad days and the bad days
when we was working from nine to five

And if you don't mind
I'll spend my time here by the fireside
in the warm light of the love in her eyes


       JULIA DREAM

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
lighter than an eiderdown
wishing that the weeping-willow
winds its branches round

Julia dream
dream that queen
queen of all my dreams

Every night I turn the light out
waiting for the velvet bride
will the scaly armadillo
find me where I'm hiding

Will the misty master break me
will the key unlock my mind
will the following footsteps catch me
am I really dying


       CRUMBLING LAND
(soundtrack from ZABRISKIE POINT)

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
wheeling, soaring, gliding high

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
wining, dining, shining king


Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
drinking in the clear blue well
back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
but fifty more come rolling off the floor production line

Then a man commuting like a village on the sand
in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
gliding high into the sky

By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
upon the finger of the king
on high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun


       EMBRYO
( from the bootleg Omayad )

All is love, is all I am
a ball is all I am
I'm so new compared to you
and I am very small

Warm glow, moon bloom
always need a little more room
waiting here seems like years
never seen the light of day

All around I hear strange sounds
come durgling in my ear
red the light and dark the night
I feel my dawn is near

Warm glow, moon bloom
always need a little more room
whisper low, where I go
I will see the sunshine show


       POINT ME AT THE SKY

Hey Gene, this is Henry Maclean
and I finished my beautiful flying machine
and I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving and maybe
you'd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange how little we changed
isn't it sad we're insane
playing the games that we know end in tears
the games we've been playing for thousands and thousands

Point me to this cosmic flight
and throw away the plastic coloured eye
I'd like to use the static miles that we fly
this is my last summarize

Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
for if you are stout you will have to breath out
while the people around you breathe in, breathe in

People blaspheme all I say
to something that I hate to say
stooping down to eat the air
breathe careful that you might die, my friend

All we've got to say to you is goodbye
time will die in our eye
and we fly, it's goodbye

Point me at the sky and let it fly
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       MEDDLE - 1971

1. One of These Days
2. A Pillow of Winds
3. Fearless
4. San Tropez
5. Seamus
6. Echoes


       ONE OF THESE DAYS

One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces


       A PILLOW OF WINDS

The cloud of eiderdown draws around me
softening the sound
sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
and she's breathing low, and the candle dies

When night comes down you lock the door
the look falls to the floor
as darkness falls and waves roll by
the seasons changed, the wind is warm

Now wakes the owl, now sleep the swan
behold the dream, the dream is gone
green fields, a cold rain
is falling in a golden glow

And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
and I go down
sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
and she's breathing low, and I rise like a bird
in the haze when the first rays touch the sky
and the night wings die


       FEARLESS

You say the hill's too steep to climb, try it
you say you'd like to see me try climb it
you pick the place and I'll choose the time
and I'll climb the hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sounds of the things you've said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
mercyless the magistrate turns round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your own way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd

You never walk alone, you never walk alone
walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
and you never walk alone, you never walk alone


       SAN TROPEZ

As I reach for a peach,
 slide a ride down behind a chauffeur in San Tropez
breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
scratched by the sand that fell from my love
keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling
if you're alone, I'll come home

Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove
gone with the wind, the rain on an airplane
owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together
speeding away on the wind to a new day
if you're alone, I'll come home

And I pause for a while by a country style
and listen to the things they say
digging the gold in a hole in my hand
hoping the good, take a look at the way things end
and you're leading me down to a place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
making a date for Rita Pavone
if you're alone, I'll come home


       SEAMUS

I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
well I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my own hound, was outside
well you know the sun was sinking slowly
and my own hound-dog sat right down and cried


       ECHOES

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
and deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
the echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sand
and everything is green, the sun beneath
and no one showed us to the land
and no one knows the where's or the why's
but something stares and something tries
and starts to climb towards the land

Strangers passing in the street by chance to separate closes meet
and I am you and what I see is me
and do I take you by the hand and lead you through the land
and help me understand the best I can
and no one calls us to the dawn
and no one forces down our eyes
and no one speaks and no one tries
no one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and insighting me to rise
and through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors of morning
and no one sings me lullabies
and no one makes me close my eyes
so I throw the windows wide
and crawl to you across the sky
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 Pink Floyd - November 1971
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       OBSCURED BY CLOUDS - 1972

1. Obscured by Clouds
2. When You're In
3. Burning Bridges
4. The Gold it's in the...
5. Wot's... Uh the Deal
6. Mudmen
7. Childhood's End
8. Free Four
9. Stay
10. Absolutely Curtains


       BURNING BRIDGES

Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadow
flickering between the lines
stolen mormons floating softly on the air
gone on wings of fire and climbing higher

Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sides
dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way
magic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flames
lies in her eyes

The door it stands a jar
it was, it once was high beyond the guilded cage
beyond the reach of time, the moment is at hand
she breaks the golden band


       THE GOLD IT'S IN THE...

Come on my friend, let's make for the hills
they say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills
you can get your hands on whatever we find
'cause I've only come along for the ride

Well you go your way and I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
everybody's searching for something, they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the sea
who knows what may be waiting for me
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
faces of people and places don't change

All I have to do is just close my eyes
to see the seagulls wheeling in the far distant skies
all I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay


       WOT'S... UH THE DEAL

Heaven sent the promised land
looks alright from where I stand
'cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
waiting on the first step
show me where the key is kept
point me down the right line 'cause it's time

To let me in from the cold, turn my lead into gold
'cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
and I think I'm growing old

Flash... the red is... wot's... uh deal
got to make it to the next meal
try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
mile after mile, stone after stone
you turn to speak but you're alone
million miles from home you're on your own

Fly kite by candle light
with her by my side
wish she prefers we never stir again
someone sent the promised land
well I grabbed it with both hands
now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout, come on in
what's the news, where you've been
'cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old


       CHILDHOOD'S END

You shout in your sleep
that's the price, it's just too steep
is your conscience at rest
it was put to the test
you awake with a start
just the beating of your heart
just one man beneath the sky
just two ears, just two eyes

You said, sail across the sea
long past thoughts and memories
childhood's end: your fantasies
merging harsh realities
and then as the sail is hoist
you'll find your eyes are growing moist
and all the fears never voiced
say you have to make the final choice

Who are you and who am I
to say we know the reason why
some are born, some men die
beneath one infinite sky
there'll be war and there'll be peace
but anything one day will cease
all the iron turn to rust
all the proud men turn to dust
so all things time will mend
so this song will end


       FREE FOUR

One two three four

The memories of a man in his old age
are the deeds of a man in his prime
you shuffle in the gloom of the sick room
and talk to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm moment
and death is a long cold rest
you get your chance to try the twinkling of an eye
eighty years with luck or even less


So all aboard for the American tour
and maybe you'll make it to the top
but mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I know
you may find it hard to get off

But you are the angel of death
and I am the dead man's son
he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
and everyone's still on the run

And who is the master of foxhounds
and who says the hunt is begun
and who calls the tune in the court-room
and who beats the funeral drum


       STAY

Stay and help me to end the day
and if you don't mind, we'll break a bottle of wine
stick around and maybe we'll get one down
'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes

Midnight blue, burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold

I rise, looking through my morning eyes
surpised to find you by my side
light my brain, don't try to remember your name
to find the words to tell you goodbye

Morning dews, newborn day
midnight blue turned to grey
midnight blue, burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold.
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 Pink Floyd - June 1972
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       THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON - 1973

1. Speak to Me
2. Breathe
3. On the Run
4. Time
5. The Great Gig in the Sky
6. Money
7. Us and Them
8. Any Colour You Like
9. Brain Damage
10. Eclipse


       BREATHE

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.


       ON THE RUN

Run, Run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.


       TIME

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behing you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
 but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behing you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
 or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over
 thought I'd something more to say.


       Breathe ( reprise )

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home coldened and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

       MONEY

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a footbal team.
Money, get back
I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that
They're giving none away, away, away


       US AND THEM

Us and them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
"Forward" he cried from the rear and the front rank died
And the General sat, and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side

Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside

Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about.

Out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.


       BRAIN DAMAGE

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane.

You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.


       ECLIPSE

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
everyone you meet
All that you slight
everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

THERE IS NO DARK SIDE IN THE MOON REALLY
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Produced by PINK FLOYD
Recorded at Abbey Road Studios, London
between June 1972 and January 1973

DAVID GILMOUR Vocals,Guitars,VCS3
NICK MASON Drums,Percussion,Tape Effects
RICHARD WRIGHT Keyboards,Vocals,VCS3
ROGER WATERS Bass Guitar,Vocals,VCS3,Tape Effects

Engineer Alan Parsons
Saxophone on "Us and Them" and "Money" Dick Parry
Backing vocals Doris Troy,
Leslie Duncan, Liza Strike, Barry St John
Vocals on "The Great Gig in the Sky" by Clare Torry

All lyrics by ROGER WATERS


 Pink Floyd - March 1973
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       WISH YOU WERE HERE - 1975

1. Shine On You Crazy Diamond - part 1
2. Welcome to the Machine
3. Have a Cigar
4. Wish You Were Here
5. Shine On You Crazy Diamond - part 2


       SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND
               PART I

Remember when you were young
You shone like the Sun
Shine on, you crazy diamond !
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
Shine on, you crazy diamond !
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on, you target for faraway laughter
Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr
And shine !

You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the Moon.
Shine on, you crazy diamond !
Threatened by shadows at night
And exposed in the light
Shine on, you crazy diamond !
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on, you raver, you seer of visions
Come on, you painter, you piper, you prisoner
And shine !


       WELCOME TO THE MACHINE

Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine
Where have you been ?
It's alright we know where have you been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time
Provided with toys and "Scouting for Boys"
You bought a guitar to punish your ma
And you didn't like school
And you know you're nobody's fool
So welcome to the machine

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
What did you dream ?
It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star
He played mean guitar
He always ate in the Steak Bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the Machine


       HAVE A CIGAR

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar
You're gonna go far,
You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it if you try
I gonna love you
Well I've always had a deep respect
And I mean that most sincerely
The band is just fantastic,
That is really what I think
Oh, by the way which one's Pink ?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy
We call it Riding the Gravy Train

We're just knocked out
We heard about the sell out
You gotta get an album out
You owe it to the people
We're so happy we can hardly count !
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart ?
It's a helluva start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team
And did we tell you the name of the Game, boy
We call it Riding the Gravy Train


       WISH YOU WERE HERE

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from Pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail ?
A smile from a veil ?
Do you think you can tell
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts ?
Hot ashes for trees ?
Hot air for a cool breeze ?
Cold comfort for chains ?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found ?
The same old fears
Wish you were here


       SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND
               PART II

Nobody knows where you are
How near or how far
Shine on, you crazy diamond !
Pile on many more layers
And I'll be joining you there
Shine on, you crazy diamond !
And we'll bask in the shadow
Of yesterday's triumph
And sail on the steel breeze
Come on, you boy child, you winner and loser
Come on, you miner for truth and delusion
And shine !
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Dick Parry - saxophone on "Shine On you Crazy Diamond"
Roy Harper - vocals on "Have a Cigar"
Veneta Fields and Carlena Williams - backing vocals
All lyrics by Roger Waters

 Pink Floyd - September 1975
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       ANIMALS - 1977

1. Pigs on the Wing (part 1)
2. Dogs
3. Pigs (Three Different Ones)
4. Sheep
5. Pigs on the Wing (part 2)


       Pigs on the Wing. (Part One)

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
Occasionally glancing up through the rain,
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.


       Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
 with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder
 as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest
 you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to loose the weight you used
 to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone,
Dragged down by the Stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground,
 how can I find my own way out of this maze ?

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do
 would be to isolate the winner.
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a seat in the stand.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.


       Pigs (Three different ones)

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You weel heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying, "keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry.
    -----------------
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hat pin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry.
    -----------------
Hey you Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet,
And do you feel abused?
.....! ......! ......! ......!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.


       Sheep

Harmlessly pssing your time in the grassland away,
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen,
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem,
No, this is not bad dream.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. I SHALL NOT WANT
HE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIE
THROUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH ME THE SILENT WATERS BY.
WITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASETH MY SOUL
HE MAKETH ME TO HANG ON HOOKS IN HIGH PLACES.
HE CONVERTETH ME TO LAMB CUTLETS.
FOR LO, HE HATH GREAT POWER, AND GREAT HUNGER.
WHEN COMETH THE DAY WE LOWLY ONES
THROUGH QUIET REFLECTION, AND GREAT DEDICATION,
MASTER THE ART OF KARATE.
LO, WE SHALL RISE UP,
AND THEN WE'LL MAKE THE BUGGERS' EYES WATER.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.


       Pigs on the Wing. (Part Two)

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me,
So I don't feel alone.
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
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(C) Roger Waters.
   Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd. (P) 1977

Produced by   : Pink Floyd
Engineered by : Brian Humphries
Recorded at   : Britania Row Studios, London
Sleve design  : Roger Waters
Graphics      : Nick Mason

Inflatable Pig
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       THE WALL - 1979

1. In the Flesh ?
2. The Thin Ice
3. Another Brick in the Wall (part 1)
4. The Happiest Days of Our Lives
5. Another Brick in the Wall (part 2)
6. Mother
7. Goodbye Blue Sky
8. What Shall We Do Now ?
9. Empty Spaces
10. Young Lust
11. One of My Turns
12. Don't Leave Me Now
13. Another Brick in the Wall (part 3)
14. Goodbye Cruel World
15. Hey You
16. Is There Anybody Out There ?
17. Nobody Home
18. Vera
19. Bring the Boys Back Home
20. Comfortably Numb
21. The Show Must Go On
22. In the Flesh
23. Run Like Hell
24. Waiting for the Worms
25. Stop
26. The Trial
27. Outside The Wall


       IN THE FLESH ?

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine ?
Is this not what you expected to see ?
If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes ?
You'll just have to claw your way through the
Disguise


       THE THIN ICE

Mamma loves her baby
And daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you, babe
And the sky may look blue
But oooh babe
Oooh baby blue

If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised, when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear, flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice


       ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (part 1)

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snap shot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall


       THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES

When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children anyway they could
By pouring their derisions
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
But in the town it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopatic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives


       ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (part 2)

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave the kids alone !
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall


       MOTHER

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like the song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Oooh ma
Mother should I build a wall

Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mother will they put me in the firing line
Oooh ma is it just a wasted time
Mother am I really dying

 Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
 Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
 Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
 Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
 She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
 Mama's gonna keep baby cosy and warm
 Oooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babe
 Of course mama's gonna help build the wall

Mother do you think she's good enough for me
Mother do you think she's dangerous tell me
Mother will she make your little boy a toy
Ooh mother will she break my heart

 Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
 Mama's gonna check out all of your girlfriends for you
 Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
 Mama's gonna wait up 'till you get in
 Mama will always find out where you've been
 Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
 Oooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babe
 You'll always be a baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high ?


       GOODBYE BLUE SKY

Ooooooooooooooooooh
Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
Did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfouled beneath a clear blue sky
Ooooooooooooooooooh
Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on

Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye


       WHAT SHALL WE DO NOW ?

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar
Shall we set out across this sea of faces
In search of more and more applauses
Shall we buy a new guitar
Shall we drive a more powerful car
Shall we work straight through the night
Shall we get into fights
Leave the lights on
Drop bombs
Do tours of the East
Contract diseases
Bury bones
Break up homes
Send flowers by phone
Take to drink
Go to shrinks
Give up meat
Rarely sleep
Keep people us pets
Train dogs
Race rats
Fill the attic with cash
Bury treasure
Store up leisure
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall


       EMPTY SPACES

What shall we use to fill the empty
Spaces where we used to talk
How should I fill the final places ?
How should I complete the wall ?


       YOUNG LUST

I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times
Who's gonna show this stranger around ?
 Ooh I need a dirty woman
 Ooh I need a dirty girl
Will some woman in this desert town
Make me feel like a real man
Take this rock'n'roll refugee
Ooh Babe set me free
 Ooh I need a dirty woman
 Ooh I need a dirty girl


       ONE OF MY TURNS

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch T.V. ?
Or get between the sheets
Or contemplate the silent freeway ?
Would you like something to eat ?
Would you like to learn to fly ?  Would you ?
Would you like to see me try ?
Oh I don't know

Would you like to call the cops ?
Do you think it's time I stopped ?
Why are you running away ?


       DON'T LEAVE ME NOW

Oooh Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you Babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends

Ooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go ?
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night

Ooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away
Ooh Babe
Why are you running away ?
Oooh Babe !


       ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (part 3)

I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No, don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall


       GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD

Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye


       HEY YOU !

Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me ?
Hey you ! standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me ?
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you ! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me ?
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me ?
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone ?
Open your heart, I'm coming home

 But it was only fantasy
 The Wall was too high, as you can see
 No matter how he tried he could not break free
 And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me ?
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me ?
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall


       IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ?

Is there anybody out there ?


       NOBODY HOME

I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I've got 13 channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix Perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
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've got nowhere to fly to
Ooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fading roots...


       VERA

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera ! Vera !
What have become of you
Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do ?


       BRING THE BOYS BACK HOME

Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own
Bring the boys back home


       COMFORTABLY NUMB

Hello,
Is there anybody in there ?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax,
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts ?

 There is no pain, you are receding
 A distant ship smoke on the horizon
 You are only coming through in waves
 Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
 When I was a child I had a fever
 My hands felt just like two balloons
 Now I've got that feeling once again
 I can't explain, you would not understand
 This is not how I am
 I have become comfortably numb

O.K.,
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaah !
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up ?
I do, believe it's working, good
That 'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go.

 There is no pain, you are receding
 A distant ship smoke on the horizon
 You are only coming through in waves
 Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
 When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
 Out of the corner of my eye
 I turned to look but it was gone
 I cannot put my finger on it now
 The child is grown
 The dream is gone
 I have become comfortably numb


       THE SHOW MUST GO ON

Ooh Ma ooh Pa
Must the show go on
Ooh Pa take me home
Ooh Ma let me go

Do I have to stand up
Wild eyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare Why ?
Don't I turn and run

There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old is it too late

Ooh Ma Ooh Pa
Where has the feeling gone ?
Ooh Ma Ooh Pa
Will I remember the songs ?
The show must go on.


       IN THE FLESH

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
And we're going to find out where you fans
Really stand

Are there any queers in the theatre tonight
Get'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
He don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riff-raff into the room
There's one smoking a joint
And another with spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of you shot


       RUN LIKE HELL

You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise
With your button down lips
And your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockle shell shatters
And the hammers butter
Down your door
You better run

You better run all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside. And if you
Take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
'cos if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a card board box
You better run.


       WAITING FOR THE WORMS

Ooh You cannot reach me now
Ooh No matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by

Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come

Waiting  to cut out the deadwood
        to clean up the city
        to follow the worms
        to put on a blackshirt
        to weed out the weaklings
        to smash in their windows
        and kick in their doors.
        for the final solution
        to strenghten the strain
        to follow the worms
        to turn on the showers
        and fire the ovens
        for the queens and the coons
        and the reds and the Jews
        to follow the worms

Would you like to see Britania
Rule again, my friend ?
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again, my friend ?
All you need to do is follow the worms.


       STOP

Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time.


       THE TRIAL

Good morning Worm Your Honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do

Call the schoolmaster
 I always said he'd come to no good
 In the end Your Honour
 If they'd let me have my way I could
 Have flayed him into shape
 But my hands were tied
 The bleeding hearts and artists
 Let him get away with murder
 Let me hammer him today

Crazy, toys in the attic I am crazy
Should I go fishing
They must have taken my marbles away

 You little shit, you're in it now
 I hope they throw away the key
 You should have talked to me more often
 Than you did, but no you had to
 Go your own away. Have you broken any
 Homes up lately ?
 "Just five minutes, Worm Your Honour
 Him and me alone"

 Babe
 Come to mother baby let me hold you
 In my arms
 M'lud I never wanted him to
 Get in any trouble
 Why'd he ever have to leave me
 Worm Your Honour let me take him home

Crazy, over the rainbow I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy over the rainbow he is crazy

 The evidence before the court is
 Incontravertable, there's no need for
 The jury to retire
 In all my years of judging
 I have never heard before
 Of someone more deserving
 The full penalty of law
 The way you made them suffer
 Your exquisite wife and mother
 Fills me with the urge to defecate
 But my friend you have revealed your
 Deepest fear
 I sentance you to be exposed before
 Your peers

 Tear down The Wall !


       OUTSIDE THE WALL

All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers'
Wall
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Lyrics : Roger Waters
Produced by (in alphabetical order) :
 Bob Ezrin
 David Gilmour
 Roger Waters
Sleeve design by : Gerald Scarfe

 Pink Floyd - 1979
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       the final cut - 1983

the final cut
a requiem for the post war dream
by roger waters

1. the post war dream
2. your possible pasts
3. one of the few
4. the hero's return
5. the gunners dream
6. paranoid eyes
7. get your filthy hands off my desert
8. fletcher memorial home
9. southampton dock
10. the final cut
11. not now john
12. two suns in the sunset


       the post war dream

tell me true tell me why was jesus crucified
is it for this that daddy died ?
was it for you ?  was it me ?
did i watch too much t.v. ?
is that a hint of accusation in your eyes ?
if it wasn't for the nips
being so good at building ships
the yards would still be open on the clyde
and it can't be much fun for them
beneath the rising sun
with all their kids committing suicide
what have we done maggie what have we done
what have we done  to england
should we shout should we scream
"what happened to the post war dream ?"
oh maggie  maggie what have we done ?


       your possible pasts

they flutter behind you your possible pasts
some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost
a warning to anyone still in command
of their possible future to take care
in derelict sidings the poppies entwine
with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time

do you remember me ?  how we used to be ?
do you think we should be closer ?

she stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
stepping up boldly one put out his hand
he said, "i was just a child then, now i'm only a man"

do you remember me ?  how we used to be ?
do you think we should be closer ?

by the cold and religious we were taken in hand
shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
and strung out behind us the banners and flags
of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags

do you remember me ?  how we used to be ?
do you think we should be closer ?


       one of the few

when you're one of the few to land on your feet
what do you do to make ends meet ?
teach
make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two
make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to
make them laugh, make them cry, make them lay down and die


       the hero's return

jesus jesus what's it all about
trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
when i was their age all the lights went out
there was no time to whine and mope about

and even now part of me flies over
dresden at angels one five
though they'll never fathom it behind my
sarcasm desperate memories lie

sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep,
good
'cos that's the only time that i can really speak to you
and there is something that i've locked away
a memory that is too painful
to withstand the light of day

when we came back from the war the banners and
flags hung on everyone's door
we danced and we sang in the street and
the church bells rang
but burning in my heart
my memory smoulders on
of the gunners dying words on the intercom


       the gunners dream

floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
but in the space between the heavens
and the corner of some foreign field
i had a dream
i had a dream
goodbye max
goodbye ma
after the service when you're walking slowly to the car
and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
you hear the tolling bell
and touch the silk in your lapel
and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the Band
you take her frail hand
and hold on to the dream

a place to stay
enough to eat
somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
where you can speak out loud
about your doubts and fears
and what's more no-one ever disappears
you never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
you can relax on both sides of the tracks
and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
and everyone has recourse to the law
and no-one kills the children any more
and no-one kills the children any more

night after night
going round and round my brain
his dream is driving me insane
in the corner of some foreign field
the gunner sleeps tonight
what's done is done
we cannot just write off his final scene
take heed of his dream
take heed


       paranoid eyes

button your lip and don't let the shield slip
take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
and if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
you can hide hide hide
behind paranoid eyes

you put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar
fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
laughing too loud at the rest of the world
with the boys in the crowd
you can hide hide hide
behind petrified eyes

you believed in their stories of fame fortune and glory
now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle-age
the pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
and you hide hide hide
behind brown and mild eyes


       get your filthy hands off my desert

brezhnev took afghanistan
begin took beirut
galtieri took the union jack
and maggie over lunch one day
took a cruiser with all hands
apparently to make him give it back


       the fletcher memorial home

take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
and build them a home a little place of their own
the fletcher memorial
home for incurable tyrants and kings

and they can appear to themselves every day
on closed circuit t.v.
to make sure they're still real
it's the only connection they feel
"ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig
mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley
mr. brezhnev and party
the ghost of mccarthy
the memories of nixon
and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin-american
 meat packing glitterati"

did they expect us to treat them with any respect

they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles
and amuse themselves playing games for a while
boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead

safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
with their favourite toys
they'll be good girls and boys
in the fletcher memorial home for colonial
wasters of life and limb

is everyone in ?
are you having a nice time ?
now the final solution can be applied


       southampton dock

they disembarked in 45
and no one spoke and no one smiled
there were too many spaces in the line
gathered at the cenotaph
all agreed with hand on heart
to sheath the sacrificial knifes
but now

she stands upon southampton dock
with her handkerchief
and her summer frock clings
to her wet body in the rain
in quiet desperation knuckles
white upon the slippery reins
she bravely waves the boys goodbye again

and still the dark stain spreads between
their shoulder blades
a mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
and when the fight was over
we spent what they had made
but in the bottom of our hearts
we felt the final cut


       the final cut

through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide

if you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotguns in the hall
dial the combination, open the priesthole
and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall

there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream

and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home

thought i had to bare my naked feelings
thought i had to tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut


       not now john

fuck all that we've got to get on with these
got to compete with the wily japanese
there's too many home fires burning
and not enough trees
so fuck all that
we've got to get on with these

can't stop    lose job    mind gone   silicon
what bomb     get away    pay day     make hay
break down    need fix    big six
clickity click  hold on   oh no
 brrrrrrrrrring bingo !

make em laugh  make em cry  make em dance in the aisles
make em pay  make em stay  make em feel o.k.

not nah john
we've got to get on with the film show
hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
who cares what it's about
as long as the kids go
so not now john
we've got to get on with the show

hang on john
i've got to get on with this
i don't know what it is
but it fits on here like............
come at the end of the shift
we'll go and get pissed
but now now john
i've got to get on with this

hold on john
i think there's something good on
i used to read books but............
it could be the news
or some other abuse
or it could be reusable shows

fuck all that we've got to get on with these
got to compete with the wily japanese
no need to worry about the vietnamese
got to bring the russian bear to his knees
well, may be not the russian bear
may be the swedes
we showed argentina
not let's go and show these
make us feel tough
and wouldn't maggie be pleased
nah nah nah nah nah nah !

s'cusi dove il bar
se para collo pou eine toe bar
s'il vous plait ou est le bar
oi'where's the fucking bar john !


       two suns in the sunset

in my rear view mirror the sun is going down
sinking behind bridges in the road
and i think of all the good things
that we have left undone
and i suffer premonitions
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come

the rusting wire that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in
gives way
and suddenly it's day again
the sun is in the east
even though the day is done
two suns in the sunset
hmmmmmmmmmmm
could be the human race is run

like the moment when the brakes lock
and you slide towards the big truck
you stretch the frozen moments with your fear
and you'll never hear their voices
and you'll never see their faces
you have no recourse to the law anymore

and as the windshield melts
my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend
finally i understand
the feelings of the few
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end
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(c) 1983 pink floyd music publishers ltd.
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       A MOMENTARY LAPSE OF REASON - 1987

1. SIGNS OF LIFE
2. LEARNING TO FLY
3. THE DOGS OF WAR
4. ONE SLIP
5. ON THE TURNING AWAY
6. YET ANOTHER MOVIE
7. Round And Around
8. A NEW MACHINE Part 1
9. TERMINAL FROST
10. A NEW MACHINE Part 2
11. SORROW


       LEARNING TO FLY

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistable grasp?

 Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
 Tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unlanded, empty and turned to stone

 A soul in tension that's learning to fly
 Condition grounded but determined to try
 Can't keep my eyes from the-circling-skies
 Tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

 There's no sensation to compare with this
 Suspended animation, a state of bliss
 Can't keep my mind from the circling sky
 Tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I


       THE DOGS OF WAR

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the webs we weave

One world, it's a battleground
 One world, and we will smash it down
   One world ... One worloves her baby
And daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you, babe
And the sky may look blue
But oooh babe
Oooh baby blue

If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised, when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear, flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice


       ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (part 1)

Daddy'ive
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it's a battleground
 One world are we going to smash it down?
   One world ... One world


       ONE SLIP

A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint, no word her honour to defend

I will, I will she signed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in desire, our souls in fire
I led the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence

 One slip, and down the hole we fall,
 It seems to take no time at all
 A momentary lapse of reason
 That binds a life for life
 A small regret, you won't forget,
 There'll be no sleep in here tonight

Was in love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was is the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone

 One slip, and down the hole we fall,
 It seems to take no time at all
 A momentary lapse of reason
 That binds a life to a life
 The one regret, you will never forget,
 There'll be no sleep in here tonight
   One slip ... One slip


       ON THE TURNING AWAY

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?


       YET ANOTHER MOVIE

One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?

A man who ran: a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this ceaseless murmuring,
The babbling that I brook,
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look

A man in blak on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun


       A NEW MACHINE
       Part 1

I have always been here
I have always looked out from behind these eyes
It feels like more than a lifetime
Feels like more than a lifetime

Sometimes I get tired of the waiting
Sometimes I get tired of being in here
Is this the way it has always been?
Could it ever have been different?

Do you ever get tired of the waiting?
Do you ever get tired of being in there?
Don't worry, nobody lives forever
Nobody lives forever


       A NEW MACHINE
       Part 2

I will always be here
I will always look out from behind these eyes
It's only a lifetime
It's only a lifetime
It's only a lifetime


       SORROW

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

 One world, one soul
 Time pass, the river roll

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim inimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speak so much louder than words
Of promises broken
{.SP4}
Produced by Bob Ezrin & David Gilmour

DAVID GILMOUR: Guitars, Vocals, Keyboards & Sequencers
NICK MASON: Electric & Acoustic Drums, Sound effects
Richard Wright: Piano, Vocals, Kurzweil, Hammond Organ
Bob Ezrin: Keyboards, Percussions & Sequencers
Tony Levin: Bass Guitar, Stick
Jim Keltner: Drums
Steve Forman: Percussion
Jon Carin: Keyboards
Tom Scott: Alto & Soprano Saxophone
Scott Page: Tenor Saxophone
Carmine Appice: Drums
Pat Leonard: Synthesizers
Bill Payne: Hammond Organ
Michael Landau: Guitar
John Halliwell: Saxophone
Darlene Koldenhaven: Backing Vocals
Carmen Twillie: Backing Vocals
Phyllis St.James: Backing Vocals
Donnie Gerrard: Backing Vocals

Recording and mixing engineered by: Andrew Jackson
Assisted by: Robert (Ringo) Hrycyna
with: MArc Desisto, Stan Katayama, Jeff Demorris
Additional re-mixing: James Guthrieш

Special thanks to Antony Moore, Phil Manzanera,
Landley Iddens, Tim Daly & Mike Wennink

STUDIOS
Astoria, Hampton
Britannia Row Studios, London
A&M Studios, Los Angeles
Can Am Studios, Los Angeles
Village Recorder, Los Angeles
Mayfair, London
Audio International, London
Also thanks to Winston Johnson at Cama,
Gary Barlogh at Producers Workshop, Air London

Art Direction: Storm Thorgeson
Front Cover Concept: Storm Thorgeson and Nexus
Graphic Design: Andrew Ellis, Icon, London
Photography: Robert Dowling
Production: Lance Williams, Richard Shaw
Portrait: David Bailey
Additional Photography: Robert Mort
Artwork: Mekon

Spherical Sound by: Tom Jones, Ken Caillats, Sarah Bruce
Recorded by: Guy Chairbonneau, Le Mobile, Los Angeles
Addition Sound Effects by: Andrew Johnson
General Technical & Musical Instrument Supervision: Phil Taylor
Mastered at: Mastering Lab & Precision Laquer
Pink Floyd Management: Steve o'Rourke, EMKA Productions, London

This Album was recorded digitally, with the exeption of the
acoustic drums and bass guitar which were recorded analogue.
Dolby SR noise reduction was used for mixing.  Drums by Ludwig
Drum Co U.S.A., Symmonds Electronics UK and Paiste Cymbals.

(c) 1987 Pink Floyd Music Ltd under exclusive licence
to EMI Records Ltd.
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{.HE%<=== Index of the songs ===                          == page %# ==}
{.FO%<=== Pink Floyd - 1967-1983 ===                 == printed 1987 ==}
No | SONG                           | ALBUM                 | YR
---+--------------------------------+-----------------------+---
 1.Absolutely Curtains             | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
 2.Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast    | Atom Heart Mother     |'70
 3.Another Brick in the Wall - 1   | The Wall              |'79
 4.Another Brick in the Wall - 2   | The Wall              |'79
 5.Another Brick in the Wall - 3   | The Wall              |'79
 6.Any Colour You Like             | The Dark Side of the..|'73
 7.Apples and Oranges              |       1967            |'67
 8.Arnold Layne                    | 27.02.1967            |'67
 9.Astronomy Domine                | The Piper at the Gates|'67
10.Atom Heart Mother ( a)-f) )     | Atom Heart Mother     |'70
11.Biding My Time                  | 09.07.1969            |'69
12.Bike                            | The Piper at the Gates|'67
13.Brain Damage                    | The Dark Side of the..|'73
14.Breathe                         | The Dark Side of the..|'73
15.Bring the Boys Back Home        | The Wall              |'79
16.Burning Bridges                 | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
17.Candy and a Current Bun         |       1967            |'67
18.Chapter 24                      | The Piper at the Gates|'67
19.Childhood's End                 | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
20.Cirrus Minor                    | More                  |'69
21.Comfortably Numb                | The Wall              |'79
22.Corporal Clegg                  | A Saucerful of Secrets|'68
23.Crumbling Land                  | film "Zabriskie Point"|'69
24.Crying Song                     | More                  |'69
25.Cymbaline                       | More                  |'69
26.Dogs                            | Animals               |'77
27.Dogs of War, The                | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
28.Don't Leave Me Now              | The Wall              |'79
29.Dramatic Theme                  | More                  |'69
30.Echoes                          | Meddle                |'71
31.Eclipse                         | The Dark Side of the..|'73
32.Embryo                          | "Picnic, a Breath of..|'67
33.Empty Spaces                    | The Wall              |'79
34.Fat Old Sun                     | Atom Heart Mother     |'70
35.Fearless                        | Meddle                |'71
36.final cut, the                  | the final cut         |'83
37.Flaming                         | The Piper at the Gates|'67
38.fletcher memorial home          | the final cut         |'83
39.Free Four                       | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
40.get your filthy hands off my ...| the final cut         |'83
41.Gnome, The                      | The Piper at the Gates|'67
42.Gold it's in the... , The       | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
43.Goodbye Blue Sky                | The Wall              |'79
44.Goodbye Cruel World             | The Wall              |'79
45.Grand Vizier's Garden Party, The| More                  |'69
46.Grantchester Meadows            | More                  |'69
47.Great Gig in the Sky, The       | The Dark Side of the..|'73
48.Green is the Colour             | More                  |'69
49.gunners dream, the              | the final cut         |'83
50.Happiest Days of Our Lives, The | The Wall              |'79
---+--------------------------------+-----------------------+---
No | SONG                           | ALBUM                 | YR
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No | SONG                           | ALBUM                 | YR
---+--------------------------------+-----------------------+---
51.Have a Cigar                    | Wish You Were Here    |'75
52.hero's return, the              | the final cut         |'83
53.Hey You                         | The Wall              |'79
54.Ibiza Bar                       | More                  |'69
55.If                              | Atom Heart Mother     |'70
56.In the Flesh                    | The Wall              |'79
57.In the Flesh ?                  | The Wall              |'79
58.Interstellar Overdrive          | The Piper at the Gates|'67
59.Is There Anybody Out There ?    | The Wall              |'79
60.It Would Be so Nice             |       1967            |'67
61.Jugband Blues                   | A Saucerful of Secrets|'68
62.Julia Dream                     | 13.02.1968            |'68
63.Learning to Fly                 | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
64.Let there be More Light         | A Saucerful of Secrets|'68
65.Lucifer Sam                     | The Piper at the Gates|'67
66.Main Theme                      | More                  |'69
67.Matilda Mother                  | The Piper at the Gates|'67
68.Money                           | The Dark Side of the..|'73
69.More Blues                      | More                  |'69
70.Mother                          | The Wall              |'79
71.Mudmen                          | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
72.Narrow Way, The (parts 1-3)     | More                  |'69
73.New Machine, A  (part 1)        | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
74.New Machine, A  (part 2)        | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
75.Nile Song, The                  | More                  |'69
76.Nobody Home                     | The Wall              |'79
77.not now john                    | the final cut         |'83
78.Obscured by Clouds              | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
79.On the Run                      | The Dark Side of the..|'73
80.On the Turning Away             | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
81.One of My Turns                 | The Wall              |'79
82.One of These Days               | Meddle                |'71
83.one of the few                  | the final cut         |'83
84.One Slip                        | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
85.Outside The Wall                | The Wall              |'79
86.Paint Box                       | 02.11.1967            |'67
87.paranoid eyes                   | the final cut         |'83
88.Party Sequence                  | More                  |'69
89.Pigs (Three Different Ones)     | Animals               |'77
90.Pigs on the Wing (part 1)       | Animals               |'77
91.Pigs on the Wing (part 2)       | Animals               |'77
92.Pillow of Winds, A              | Meddle                |'71
93.Point Me at the Sky             | "Purple Simon Moves.."|
94.post war dream, the             | the final cut         |'83
95.Pow R Toc H                     | The Piper at the Gates|'67
96.Quicksilver                     | More                  |'69
97.Remember a Day                  | A Saucerful of Secrets|'68
98.Round and Around                | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
99.Run Like Hell                   | The Wall              |'79
100.San Tropez                      | Meddle                |'71
---+--------------------------------+-----------------------+---
No | SONG                           | ALBUM                 | YR
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No | SONG                           | ALBUM                 | YR
---+--------------------------------+-----------------------+---
101.Saucerful of Secrets, A         | A Saucerful of Secrets|'68
102.Scarecrow, The                  | The Piper at the Gates|'67
103.Seamus                          | Meddle                |'71
104.See Emily Play                  | 23.05.1967            |'67
105.See-Saw                         | A Saucerful of Secrets|'68
106.Set the Controls for the Heart..| A Saucerful of Secrets|'68
107.Several Species of Small Furry..| More                  |'69
108.Sheep                           | Animals               |'77
109.Shine On You Crazy Diamond -  1 | Wish You Were Here    |'75
110.Shine On You Crazy Diamond -  2 | Wish You Were Here    |'75
111.Show Must Go On, The            | The Wall              |'79
112.Signs of Life                   | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
113.Sorrow                          | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
114.southampton dock                | the final cut         |'83
115.Spanish Piece, A                | More                  |'69
116.Speak to Me                     | The Dark Side of the..|'73
117.Stay                            | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
118.Stop                            | The Wall              |'79
119.Summer'68                       | Atom Heart Mother     |'70
120.Sysyphus (parts 1-4)            | More                  |'69
121.Take up Thy Stethoscope and Walk| The Piper at the Gates|'67
122.Terminal Frost                  | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
123.Thin Ice, The                   | The Wall              |'79
124.Time                            | The Dark Side of the..|'73
125.Trial, The                      | The Wall              |'79
126.two suns in the sunset          | the final cut         |'83
127.Up the Khyber                   | More                  |'69
128.Us and Them                     | The Dark Side of the..|'73
129.Vera                            | The Wall              |'79
130.Waiting for the Worms           | The Wall              |'79
131.Welcome to the Machine          | Wish You Were Here    |'75
132.What Shall We Do Now ?          | The Wall              |'79
133.When You're In                  | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
134.Wish You Were Here              | Wish You Were Here    |'75
135.Wot's... Uh the Deal            | Obscured by Clouds    |'72
136.Yet Another Movie               | A Momentary Lapse of..|'87
137.Young Lust                      | The Wall              |'79
138.your possible pasts             | the final cut         |'83
---+--------------------------------+-----------------------+---
No | SONG                           | ALBUM                 | YR
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{.HE%<=== The Pros and Cons of Hitch-Hiking ===           == page %# ==}
{.FO%<=== Roger Waters - 1984 ===                    == printed 1987 ==}
       THE PROS AND CONS OF HITCH-HIKING - 1984

1. 4:30 "Apparently They Were Travelling Abroad"
2. 4:33 "Running Shoes"
3. 4:37 "(Arabs with Knives and West German Skies)"
4. 4:39 "For the First Time Today" - Part 2
5. 4:41 "Sexual Revolution"
6. 4:47 "The Remains of Our Love"
7. 4:50 "(Go Fishing)"
8. 4:56 "For the First Time Today" - Part 1
9. 4:58 "Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin"
10. 5:01 "The Pros and Cons of Hitch-Hiking"
11. 5:06 "Every Stranger's Eye"
12. 5:11 "The Moment of Clarity"


       Apparently They Were Travelling Abroad

Welshman    : "Apparently they were travelling
              abroad and they picked up some
              hitch-hikers"
Surgeon     : "Drill"
Man         : "Oh god !"
Wife        : "Wake up  you're dreaming"
Man         : "What ?"
Wife        : "You're dreaming"
Man         : "We were moving away from the border"
Wife        : "What border ?  Go back to sleep"
Hell's Angel: "Have a nice day"
Wife        : "Huh"
Hell's Angel: "Have a nice day"

We were moving away from the border
Looking for somewhere to sleep
The two of us sharing the driving
Two hitch-hikers slumped in the back seat
Hitch-hiker: "Hello"
I sneaked a quick-look in the mirror
She gave me a smile
I said: "Is anyone hungry ?
Should we stop for a while ?"
So we pulled off into a layby
Her dress blew up over her head
I said: "Would you like to come with me ?"
She said something foreign under her breath

And the sun shone down on her lovely young limbs
I thought to myself she's much too good for him
I lay down beside her with tears in my eyes
She said


       Running Shoes

So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gun metal magnets.
Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face
Was the kind of a smile
That only a rather dull child could have drawn
While attempting a grave yard in the moonlight
But she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and me) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborgini

So we went for a spin in the country
To feel the wind in our hair
To feel the power of my engine
To feel the thrill of desire

And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning lights flashed on my map
I opened my eyes and to my surprise


       (Arabs with Knives and West German Skies)

There were Arabs with Knives
At the foot of the bed
Right at the foot of the bed
Arab: "Don't cut the woman, Mohamed,
      I want the woman"
Oh my God how did they get in here ?
I thought we were safe home in England
She said: "Come on, now, kid, it was wrong what you did
          You've got to admit it was wrong what you did
          You've got to admit it was wrong"
Man: "Oh god ... Jesus"
Sleep. Sleep
I know that I'm only dreaming
Man: "Leave her alone ... get out ... out ...
     get out of my house"
Through closed eyes
I see West German skies on the ceiling
And I want get back
To the girl with rucksack
To feel her flaxen hair
I want to be there
See the sun's going down
Behind Krupps steelworks
On the outskirts of some German town

Mein Host: "Guten Abend meiner Damen und Herren  Ha Ha Ha
           Willcomen in Konigsburg  Ha Ha Ha
           Wollen zie danzen mit mir oder drinken Mehr Ha Ha Ha"
Thank you but ...
This young lady and I
Will just finish this bottle of wine
It was kind of you ... but
I think we'll just say goodnight.

Man: "Leave us alone"
Goodnight
Man: "Leave us alone.
     Could I have the key to one four three please ?"
Room Clerk: "There you are"
Man: "Thank you goodnight"
Room Clerk: "Goodnight Sir"
Man: "Hello, yes I'd like to order breakfast please
     I'd like coffee for two and tost with marmalade.
     No ... marmalade"


       For the First Time Today - Part 2

For the first time today
I held her naked body next to mine
In this hotel overlooking the Rhine
I made her mine
Ooh babe ... ooh babe
Come with me and stay with me
Please stay with me
Wife: "Uh .. what is it ?"
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Wife: "No ... I'm sleeping"
Stay with me
Wife: "Forget it"


       Sexual Revolution

Hey ... girl
Take out the dagger
And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution
Hey girl
Let freedom for all be our rallying call
Tommorow let's make ... our new resolution
Yeah, but tonight lie still
While I plunder your sweet grave
And remember
Only the poor can be saved

Hey girl
As I've always said I prefer your lips red
Not what the good Lord made
But what he intended
Hey girl
Don't point the finger at me
I'm only a rat in a maze like you
And only the dead go free
So ... please hold my hand
As we blunder through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain

Don't point
Don't point the finger at me
I awoke in a fever
The bed clothes were all soaked in sweat
She said: "You've been having a nightmare
And it's not over yet"
Then she picked up the doggy in the window
The one with a waggly tail
And she put him to bed between two bids of bread


       The Remains of Our Love

I just cowered in the corner
My pyjama coat over my head
And she smiled as she finished her sandwich
And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history
As she brushed the remains
Of our love from the bed
And when she had turned back the covers
When all of the prayers had been read
She said: "Come on over here you silly boy
Before you catch your death of cold
I was only joking
Let's leave behind the city grime
Let's not compete
It could be fine in the country
Couldn't it though ... come on let's go"
I said "O.K."
Jade  : "Are we going to go now ?"
Man   : "Where would you like to go darling ?"
Wife  : "Mmm ... Vermont... Wyoming (yes)"
Man   : "Wyoming ... uh, huh, Children !"
Justin: "What ?"
Man   : "We're going to Wyoming
        Darling ... which way is Wyoming ?"
Wife  : "Hook a right here
        You are going the wrong way."
Man   : "I know that,
        I know children...
        Let's see how many ... Volvos we pass
        On the way to our new life in the country
        ...One "
Wife  : "Jade don't do that, that's really negative"


       (Go Fishing)

As cars go by, I cast my mind's eye
Over back packs on roof racks
Beyond the horizon
Where dream makers
Working white plastic processors
Invite the unwary
To reach for the pie in the sky
Go fishing my boy !
We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
We cut down some trees
And trailed our ideals
Through the forest glade
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made.
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land

You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed while I wrote
We grew our maize
And I only ocassionaly went into town
To stook up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories
While you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day

Man : "Chapter six in which Eyore
      has a birthday and gets
      two presents" (Man pauses to light joint)
Jade: "Daddy ... come on dad"
Man : "Eyore the old grey donkey
      stood by the side of the
      stream and he looked at
      himself in the water.
      "Pathetic" he said. "That's what it is"
      "Good morning Eyore" said Pooh
      "Oh" said Pooh. "He thought for a long time"

The leaves all fell down
Our crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snow flakes fell
I realised all was not well in the camp
The kids caught bronchitis
The space heater run out of diesel
One weekend a friend from the East
Rot his soul
Stole your heart
I said "Fuck it then
Take the kids back to town
Maybe I'll see you around"

And so ... leaving all our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain
Taking only our stash
Left out litter and trash
And set out on the road again.

Jade  : "Bye Bye Daddy, By Daddy"
Justin: "You can bring Pearl she's
        a darn nice girl
        But don't bring Liza"


       For the First Time Today - Part 1

For the first time today
I feel it's really over
You are my everyday excuse
For playing deaf, dumb and blind
Who'd have ever thought
This was how it would end for you and me
To carry my own millstone
Out of the trees
And I have to admit
I don't like it a bit
Being left here beside this lonesome road.


       Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin

Truckdriver: "Hey kid, you looking for a lift ?
             ...Get on up here how's it
             going good buddy ?"
I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hill
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin
Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
Trucker: "Women are like that, kid
         What the hell can you do"
She waits for the real Mr.Right to come
Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
Trucker: "I saw a program about that on T.V. ..."
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his Mum and Dad
Man: "Me...."
Who took you out to all the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone
Man: "Me...."
While you were asleep
Man: "It was me ... I did"
I kept you in buttons and bows
Man: "Christ all those clothes"
So you could encourage this creep
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinking eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
Trucker: "Get movin', get off the road
         ya Goddam faggot"
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on but I'm going to throw up
Trucker: "Not in my rig you don't boy
         ... get the hell out of here"


       The Pros and Cons of Hitch-Hiking

An angel of a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it's stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand ... he said
Hell Angel: "How ya going bro ?...
            Where ya been ?...
            Where ya goin' ?"
Then he takes our hand
In some strange California handshake
And breaks the bone
Angels Moll: "Have a nice day"

A housewife from Encino
Whose husband's on the golf course
With his book rules
Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back
To take a second look at you
You flex your rod
Fish takes the hook
Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath
Another number in your little black book

These are the pros and cons of hitch-hiking
Oh babe I must be dreaming

I'm standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
"Jump" says Yoko "Oh No !
I'm too scared and too good looking" I cried
"Go on" she says
"Why don't you give it a try ?
Why prolong the agony all men must die"

Do you remember Dick Tracy
Do you remember Shane
Joey: "Shane"
The body on the plain
Did you understand the music Yoko
Or was it all in vain
Joey: "Shane"
The bitch said something mystical "Herro"
So I stepped back on the kerb again

These are the pros and cons of hitch-hiking
Oh babe I must be dreaming


       Every Stranger's Eye

Waitress: "Hello ... you wanna cup of coffee ?"
Trucker : "Hey ... Turn the fucking Juke Box down"
Waitress: "I'm sorry would you like a cup of coffee ?
          O.K.  you take cream and sugar ?"
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
In bent backs. In sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognise
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And in wheelchairs by monuments
Undertube trains in commuter accidents
In council care and country courts
At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
I award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the China seas
In transit camps under arc lamps
On loading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And now from where I stand
Upon this hill. I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways

I recognise
The hope you kindle in your eyes

It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love.


       The Moment of Clarity

Then the moment of clarity
Faded like charity does
Sometimes
I opened one eye
And I put my hand just to touch your soft hair
To make sure in the darkness that you were still there
And I have to admit
I was just a little afraid Oooooh Oooh yeah

But then...
I had a little bit of luck
You were awake
I couldn't take another moment alone
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(C) 1984 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.
        Chappel Music Ltd.
        all lyrics reproduced by kind permission
(P) 1984 Original Sound Recordings
        made by Roger Waters Music Ltd.
(C) 1984 Roger Waters Music Ltd.

Written  by Roger Waters
Produced by Roger Waters
 and Michel Kamen
{.PA}
Purple simon moves the pink harum       1
Picnic, a breath of fresh air           2
Soundtrack from the film ZABRISKIE POINT     3

1    POINT ME IN THE SKY

Hey Gone, this is Henry Maclean
And I finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange how little we changed
Isn't it we're insane
Playing the games that we know end in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands

Point me to this comic flight
And throw away the plastic coloured eye
I'd like to use the static miles that we fly
This is my last summarize

Point me in the sky and let me fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breath out
While the people around you breathe in, breathe in

People blaspheme all I say
To something that I hate to say
Stooping down to eat the air
Breathe careful that you might die, my friend

All we've got to you is goodbye
Time will die in your eye
And we fly, it's goodbye

Point me in the sky and let me fly

2    EMBRYO

All is love, is all I am
A ball is all I am
I'm so new compared to you
And I am very small

Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Waiting here seems like years
Never seen the light of day

All around I hear strange sounds
Come gurgling in my ear
Red the light and dark the night
I feel my dawn is near

Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Whisper low, here I go
I will see the sunshine show

3    CRUMBLING LAND

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
Wheeling, soaring, gliding high

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king

Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
Drinking in the clear blue well
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
But fifty more come rolling off the floor production line

Then a man commuting like a village on the sand
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
Screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
Close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
Gliding high into the sky

By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
Upon the finger of the king
On high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
Then wheeling a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun
c1QBG>              P I N K   F L O Y D5

         T h e   F i n a l   C u t          1982H

4        T h e   P o s t   W a r   D r e a m5

Tell me true, tell me why was Jesus crucified
Is it for this that daddy died?
Was it for you? Was it me?
Did it watch too much T.V.?
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
If it wasn't for the Nips
Being so good at building ships
The yards would still be open on the Clyde
And it can't be much fun for them
Beneath the rising sun
With all their kids committing suicide
What have we done, Maggie what have we done
What have we done to England
Should we shout, should we scream
"What Happened to the post war dream?"
Oh, Maggie, Maggie what have we done?

4        Y o u r   P o s s i b l e   P a s t s5

They flutter behind you your pissible pasts
Some brightened and crazy some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time

    Do you remember me? How we used to be?
    Do you think we should be closer?

She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said: "I was just a child then now I'm only a man"

    Do you remember me? How we used to be?
    Do you think we should be closer?

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue - tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags

    Do you remember me? How we used to be?
    Do you think we should be closer?

4        O n e   O f   T h e   F e w5

When you're one of the few to land on your feet
What do you do to make ends meet?
Teach
Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two
Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to
Make the laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die

4        T h e   H e r o ' s   R e t u r n5

Jesus, Jesus what's it all about
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
When I was their age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angles one five
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm my desperate memories lie

Sweatheart, sweatheart are you fast asleep, good
'Cos that's the only time that I can really talk to you
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day

When we came back from the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyones door
We danced and we sang in the streets and
The church bells rang
But burning in my heart
My memory smoulders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom

4        T h e   G u n n e r s   D r e a m5

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
In the space between the heavens
And in the corner of some foreign field
I had dream
I had dream
Goodbye Max
Goodbye ma

After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear o.... rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to.... dream

A place to stay
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle sately down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
And no one kills the children anymore

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of his dream
Take heed

4        P a r a n o i d   E y e s5

Button your lip don't let the shield slip
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
You can hide hide hide
Behind paranoid eyes

You put on your brave face and sleep over the road
For a jar
Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
laughing too loud at the rest of the world
With boys in the crowd
You can hide hide hide
Behind petrified eyes

You believed in their stories of fame fortune and glory
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
You can hide hide hide
Behind brown and mild eyes

4        G e t   Y o u r   F i l t h y   H a n d s   O f f   M y
D e s e r t5

Brezhnev took Afghanistan
Begin took Beirut
Galtiery took the Union Jack
And Maggie over lunch one day
Took a cruiser with all hands
Apparently to make him give it back

4        T h e   F l e t c h e r   M e m o r i a l   H o m e5

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home a little place of their own
The Fletcher memorial
Home for incurable tyrants and kings

And they can appear to themselves everyday
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and haig
Mr. Begin and frien Mrs.Thatcher and paisley
Mr. Brezhnev and party
The ghost of McCarthy
The memories of Nixon
And now adding colour a group of anonymous Latin - American
Meat packing glitterati"

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect

They can polish their medals and sharpen their
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher memorial home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb

Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied

4        S o u t h a m p t o n   D o c k5

They disembarked in 45
And no one spoke and no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knives
But now

She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again

And still the dark stain spreads between
His shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut

4        T h e   F i n a l  C u t5

Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue sky
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past shotgun in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
Could anybody love  him
Or is it just a crazy dream

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do
Would you sell your story to "Rolling Stone"
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone
Would you send me packing
Or would you take me home

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I newer had the nerve to make the final cut

4        N o t   N o w   J o h n5

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Got to complete with the wily japanese
There's too many home fires burning
And not enough trees
So fuck all that we've got to get on with these

Can't stop lose job mind gone silicon
What bomb get away pay day make hay
Break down need fix big six
Clickity click hold on oh no brrrrrrrrrring bingo!

Make em laugh
Make em cry
Make em dance in the aisles
Make em pay
Make em stay
Make em feel ok

Not nah John
We've got to get on with the film show
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
Who cares what it's all about
As long as the kids go
Not now John
Got to get on with the show

Hang on John
We've got to get on with this
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like...............
Come at the end of the shift
We'll go and get pissed
But now noy John
I've got to get on with this

Hold on John
I think there's something good on
I used to read books but...............
It could be the news
Or some other abuse
Or it could be reusable shows

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily japanese
No need to worry about the vietnamese
Got to bring the russian bear to his knees
Well maybe not the russian bear
Maybe the Swedes
We showed Argentina
Now let's go and show these
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased
Nah nah nah nah nah nah!

S'cusi dove il bar
Se para collo pou eine toe bar
S'il vous plait ou est le bar
Oi' where's the fucking bar John!



4        Two Suns In Sunset5

In my rear vew mirror the sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
And i think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And i suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come

The wire that hods the cork
That keeps the anger in
Gives the way
And suddenly it's day again
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done
Two suns in the sunset
Hmmmmmmmmm
Could be the human race is run

Like the moment when the brakes lock
And you slide towards the big truck
You stretch the frozen moments with your fear
And you'll never here their voices
And you'll never see their faces
You have no recourse to the low anymore

And as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend
Finally i understand
The feelings of the few
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friends
We are all equal in the end
    P I N K   F L O Y D

The Best Of Pink Floyd             1974

    CHAPTER   24
    S.Barrett

A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of the young light
If forms when darkness isn't creased by one

Change returns success
Going and coming without error
Action brings good fortune
Sunset, sunrise

The time is with the month of winter solstice
When the change is due to come
Thunder in the early course of heaven
Things cannot be destroyed once and all for all

    MATILDA MOTHER
    S.Barrett

There was a king who ruled the land
His Majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showered silver on the people

Oh mother tell me more
Why'd you have to leave me there
Handing in my infant chair
Waiting

You only have to read the lines
They're scribbled in black and everything shines

Across the stream with wooden shoes
Bells to tell the king the news
A thousand misty riders climb up
Higher once upon a time

Wandering and dreaming
The world had different meanings
Yes they did

For all the time spent in that view
The doll's house darkness' old perfume
And fairy- stories held me high
On clouds of sunlight floating by

Oh mother tell me more
Tell me more

    THE SCARECROW
    S.Barrett

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and swore
Everywhere he didn't care
He stood in a field where barley grows

His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move
Except when the wind cut-a-pup and mice ran
Around and ground
He stood in a field where barley grows

The black and green scarecrow was sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate 'cause life's not
Unkind, he doesn't mind
He stood in a field where barley grows

    ARNOLD LAYNE
    S.Barrett

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines
They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through, baby blue
He got it

Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same
It takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to know
Why can't you see

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne

Now he's caught a nasty sort of person
They gave him time, doors bang chaingand
He hated

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Don't do it again

    CANDY AND A CURRENT BUN
    S.Barrett

Oh my girl sitting in the sun
Go buy candy and a current bun
I like good to see you
Lay flat

Oh talk talk sweet
Please just fuck with me,
Pleas no feeling afraid

It's true sun shining very bright
It's you I'm gonna love tonight
Icecream tasted good in the afternoon
Icecream tasted good if you eat it soon

Don't touch me child
Please, you know you drive me wild
Please, you know I'm feeling frail

Don't try another cat
Don't go a lot like that you must known
I'm very very very bad

    APPLES AND ORANGES
    S.Barrett

Got a fliptop pack cigarettes in the pocket
Feeling good at the top shopping at shops
She's walking in the sunshine town
Feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers
In the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants
From the supermarket store

Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

Cornering meekly she trips up sweetly
To met the people
She's on time again
And then, I catch her by the eye
Then stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do
'cause I'm feeling very thin

I love she
She loves me
See you, see you, see you

Thought you might like to known

I'm a lorrydriver man
She's on the run
Down by the riverside
Feeding duck in the afternoon time

    IT WOULD BE SO NICE
    R.Wright

It would be so nice to leave some time
It would be so nice to leave some time
It would be so nice to leave some time

Everybody wakes and in the morning
Hot tea can't stop yearning
Pass the butter please
Have you ever read the Daily Standard
Reading all about the plane  that's landed
Upside down

Everyone knows what I do today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say

Everybody cares about the weather
But everybody should know better
What a waste of time
Everybody lives beneath the ceiling
Living out a dream that sends them reeling
To a distant place

But no one knows what I do today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say

    PAINT BOX
    R.Wright

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress and feeling rather empty
I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening
You don't turn up with their friends
Playing their game
Here in the scene or it should be
Far away

Getting up first without remembering
Where I've been

I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go
Out to a show
So what can I do, I can't think what to say
She sees through any way

Out of the front door I go
Traffic's moving rather slow
Arriving late
There she waits looking very angry
As cross as she can be

    JULIA DREAM
    R.Waters

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eiderdown
Wishing that the weeping-willow
Winds its branches round

Julia dream
Dream that queen
Queen of all my dreams

Every night I turn the light out
Waiting for the velvet bride
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding

Will the misty master break me
Will the key unlock my mind
Will the following footsteps catch me
Am I really dying

    SEE EMILY PLAY
    S.Barrett

Emily tries but misunderstands
She's often inclined to borrow
Somebody's dreams till tomorrow

There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll loose your mind and play
Free games today
See Emily play

Soon after dark Emily cries
Gazing through trees in sorrow
Hardly a sound till tomorrow

Put on a gown that taches the ground
Float on a river
For ever and ever
Emily, Emily
    P I N K   F L O Y D

A Saucerful Of Secrets             1968

    LET THERE BE MORE LIGHT
    R.Waters

Far far far away way
People heard him say say
I will find a way way
There will a way way
There will some a day day
Something will be done

Than at last the mighty ship
Descending at a point of flame
Made contact with the human race at no time

Now now now is the time time
Time to be be be aware

Not as far the solar bear
In human role revealed to him
A living soul of heavenward forever

Sunlight, something in my eye
Something in the sky
Waiting there for me

The antelope grows hurling back
The servicemen would like to sigh
The memory went flowing rounds
As Lucy in the sky

Oh oh did you ever know
No never ever will they ascend

Summoning in his cosmic powers
And flowing slightly form his toes
Psychedelic nations fly

    REMEMBER A DAY
    R.Wright

Remember a day before today
A day when you where young
Renew a play along with time
Evening with a thyme

Sing now a song that can't sung
Without a morning's kiss
Dream you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king

Why can't we play today
Why can't we stay that way

Climb your fatal apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away

Why can't we reach the sun
Why can't we blow the years away
Go away
Remember remember

    SET THE CONTROLS FOR HEART OF THE SUN
    R.Waters

Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble in the dawn
Notices leaning on each other and yearning
Under the leaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for heart of the sun

On to the mountains watching the Watcher
Breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine
The moment your flaw is run to your shadow
Notice the shadow that reopens the vine

Set the controls for heart of the sun
Heart of the sun

    CORPORAL CLEGG
    R.Waters

Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg
He won it the war in nineteen forty four
Corporal Clegg Had a medal too
In orange and blue, he found it in the zoo

Dear oh dear, oh are they really sad for me
Dear oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me

Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin

Corporal Clegg receives his medal in a dream
From Her Majesty the Queen, his boots were very clean

Corporal Clegg, umbrella in the rain
He's never been the same but no one is to blame

    A SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS
    Instrumental
    R.Waters, R.Wright, N.Mason, D.Gilmour

    SEE-SAW
    R.Wright

Fairy girls were very much in love
But he doesn't mind
Pickin' up his sister
Makes his way to the sea-saw land
All the way she smiled
She goes up while he goes down

Sits on a snake in the river
Laughter in his sleeves
Sister's throwing stones
Hoping for a hit
He doesn't know, so there
She goes up while he goes down

Another time, another day
Her brother's plain to me
Another time, another day day day

She was selling plastic flowers
On the sunday afternoon
Pickin' up me, she has not got the time to care
All can see, he's not there
She grows up for another man and he's down

    JUGBAND BLUES
    S.Barrett

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I never knew the room could be so big
And I never knew the room could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes  
And brought me here instead dressed in red

And I'm wandering who could be writing this song

I don't care if the sun don't shine
I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter

And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke
    P I N K   F L O Y D

Soundtrack from film More          1969

    CIRRUS MINOR
    R.Waters

In a churchyard by a river
Lasing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not lonely
In signing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the wreaths

On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later

    THE NILE SONG
    R.Waters

I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile
I would take her out a while for a while
Like tiers that like a child
How her golden hear was blowing wild
Then the spread her wings to fly for to fly
Soaring high above the breezes
Going always where the pleases

She will make it tog island in the sun
I will follow her in her shadow
And I'll watch her from my window
One day I will catch her

She is calling from the deep
Summoning my soul to endless sleep
She is bound to drug me down

    CRYING SONG
    R.Waters

We smile and smile
Laughter echoes in your eyes
We climb and climb
Fruit falls softly in the pines
We cry and cry
Sadness passes in a while
We roll and roll
Help me roll away the stone

    UP THE KHIBER
    Instrumental
    R.Wright, N.Mason

    GREEN IS THE COLOUR
    R.Waters

Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines through the dress
That you wore

She lay in the shadow of a wave
Hazy were the visions overplayed
Sunlight in her eyes, but moonshine made her cry every time

Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy in the bond between the hopeful and the damned

20   CYMBALINE
    R.Waters

The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer
And very high
The ravens all are watching from the vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine
Will the tight rope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time, Cymbaline
Please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
And raves all are closing in there's nowhere
You can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs to magasines back home
And it's high time, Cymbaline
Please make me

The lions converging where you stand, they must have moved
The picture plain
The leaves are heavy 'round your feet,
You hear the trunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
And Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time, Cymbaline
Please make me

    PARTY SEQUENCE
    Instrumental
    All

    MAIN THEME
    Instrumental
    All

    IBIZA BAR
    All

I'm so afraid of the mistakes they I made
Making every time that I lay
I fell like an oddball with a cut-off mind
So if you excuse me it's time
When the count is rhymed
And the story-line is fine

I've been amazed since the first time
I can't get a line too close
Take me down, take me down
From the cell of my mind
And hear me slowly floating lonely
Flowing down too slow

    MORE BLUES
    Instrumental
    All

    QUICKSILVER
    Instrumental
    All

    A SPANISH PIECE
    Instrumental
    D.Gilmour

    DRAMATIC THEME
    Instrumental
    All

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 A   M o m e n t a r y   L a p s e   O f   R e a s o n  1987H

4  S i n g s   o f   l i f e5  Instrumental

4  L e a r n i n g   t o   f l y5

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back
a flight of fancy on a wind swept field
standing alone my senses reeled
a fatal attraction holding me fast, now
can I escape this irresitable grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
tongue - tied & twisted just an earth - bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
no navigator to guide my way home
unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
condition grownded but determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the - circling - kies
tongue - tied & twisted just an earth - bound misfit, I

Above the planet on awing and prayer,
my grubby Halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow to fly
out of the corner of my watering eye
a dream unthreatened by the morning light
could blow this soul right throught the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this,
supsended animation, a state of buss
can't keep my mind from the circling sky
tongue - tied & twisted just an earth - bound misfit, I

4  T h e   d o g s   o f   w a r5

Dogs of war and men of hate
with no cause we don't discriminate
discovery is be disowned
our currency is flesh and bone

Hell opened up and put on sale
gather round and haggle
for hard cash, we will lie and deceive
even our masters don't know the webs we weave

One world, it's a battleground
    One world, and we will smash it down
 One world ... one world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
hollow laughter in marble halls
steps have been taken, a silent uproar
has unleashed the dogs of war.

You can't stop what has begin
signed, sealed, they delived oblivion
we all have a dark side, to say the least
and dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it's a battleground
    One world, and they smash it down
 One world ... one world

The dogs of war don't negotiate
the dogs of war won't capitulate,
they will take and you will give,
and you must die so that they may live

You can knock at any door,
but wherever you go, you know they've been there before,
well winners can lose and things can get strained
but whatever you change, you know the goys remain

One world, it's a battleground
    One world, are we going smash it down?
 One world ... one world

4  O n e   s l i p5

A restless eye across a weary room
a Glazed look and I was on the road to run
the music played and played as we whirled without end
no hint, no world her honour to defend

I will, I will she sigher to my request
and then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put
to the test
then drowned in desire, our souls on fire
I led the way to the funeral pure
and without a thought of the consequnce
I gave in to my decadence

One slip, and down the hole we fall
it seems to take no time at all
a momentary lapse of reason
that binds a life for life
a small regret, you won't forget
there'll be no sleep in here tonight

Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
the moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
the year crew late and neither one wanted to remain alone

One slip, and down the hole we fall
it seems to take no time at all
a momentary lapse of reason
that binds a life for life
the one regret, you will never forget,
there'll be no sleep in here tonight

One slip... one slip...

4  O n   t h e   t u r n i n g   a w a y5

On the turning away
from the pale and downtrodden
and the words they say
which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
is just a case of other's suffering
or you'll find that you're joinig in
the turning away"

His a sin that somehow
light is changing to shadow
and casting it's shroud
over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
driven on by a heart of stone
we could find that we're all alone
in the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
as the daytime is sitting
where the speechless unite
in a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
and mesmerised as they light ' the flame
fell the new wind of chance
on the wings of the night

No more turning away
from the weak and the weary
no more turning away
from the coldness inside
It's not enough just to stand and stare
is it only a dream that there'll be
no more turning away?

4  Y e t   a n o t h e r   m o v i e5

One sound, one single sound
one kiss, one single kiss
a face outside the windows pane,
however did it come to this?

A man who rain: a child who cried
a girl who heard, a voice that lied
the sun that burned a fiery red
the vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so touch
she'll soon submit, she's had enough
the march of fate, the broken will
someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
he has fought and he has died
he's just the same as all the rest
he's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this ceaseless murmuring,
the babbling that I brook.
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
the empty screen, the vacant look

A man in black on a snow white horse
a pointless life has run it's course
the red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
as he fades into the setting sun.

 6a4  R o u n d   a n d   a r o u n d5  Instrumental

4  A   n e w   m a c h i n e   ( P a r t   1 )5

I have always been here
I have always looked out from behind these eyes
it feels like more than a lifetime
feels like more than a lifetime.

Something I get tired of the waiting
something I get tired of being in here
is this the way it has always been?
could it ever have been different?

Do you ever get tired of the waiting?
do you ever get tired of being in there?
don't worry, nobody lives forever,
nobody lives forever.

4  T e r m i n a l   f r o s t5  Instrumental

4  A   n e w   m a c h i n e   ( P a r t   2 )5
 
I will alway's be here
I will alway's look out from behind these eyes
it's only lifetime
it's only lifetime
it's only lifetime

4  S o r r o w5

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
in his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
he's chained forever to a world that's departed
it's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen & cudled with fright
his knees have trembled & given way in the night
his hand has weakend at the moment of truth
his step has faltered

One world, one soul
    time pass, the river roal

And he talks to the river of lost love and deducation
and silentreplies that swirl invitation
flow dark and troubled to an only sea
a grim intimation of mhat is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows throught this night
and there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
and silence that speaks so much louder than words,
of promises broken

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                O b s c u r e d   B y   C l o u d s        1972H

4        O b s c u r e d   B y   C l o u d s5
Instrumental


4        W h e n   Y o u ' r e   I n5

Instrumental

4        B u r n i n g   B r i d g e s  5

Bridges burning gladly, melting wish the shadow
flickering between the lines
stoles morsons floating softly on the air
gone on wings of fire and climbing higher

Ancient bulds are breaking, leaving all and changing sides
dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way
magic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flames
lies in her eyes

The door stands ajar
it was, it once washing beyond the guilted cage
beyond the reach of time, the moment is at hand
she breaks the golden band

4        T h e   G o l d   I t ' s   I n   T h e . . . .5

Come on, my friends, let's make for the hills
they say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills
you can get your hands on whatever me find
'cause I've only come along for the ride

Well you go your way and I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
everybody's searching for something, they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the sea
who knows what may be waiting for me
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
faces of people and places don't change

All a have to do is just close my eyes
to see the seagulls wheeling in the far distant skies
all I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay

4        W o t ' s . . .   U h   T h e   D e a l5

Heaven sent the promised land
looks alright from where I stand
'cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
waiting on the first step
show me where the key kept
point me down the right line 'cause it's time

To let me in from the cold, turn my lead into gold
'cause there's a chill wild blowing in my soul
and I think I'm growing old

Flash ... the red is ... wot's ... uh deal
got to make it to next meal
try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
mile after mile, stone after stone
you turn to speak but you're your own

Fly kite by candle light
with her by my side
with she prefers we never stir again
someone sent the promised land
well I grabbed it with both hands
now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout, come on in
what's the news, where you've been
'cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old

4        M u d m e n5

Instrumental

4        C h i l d h o o d ' s   E n d5

You shout in your sleep
that's the price, it's just too sleep
is you conscience at rest
it was put to the test
you awake with a start
just the beating of your heart
just one man beneath the sky
just two ears, just two eyes

You said, sail across the sea
long past thought and memories
childhood's end: your fantasies
merging harsh realities
and then as the sail is hoist
you'll find four eyes are growing moist
and all the fears never voiced
say you have to make the final choice

Who are you and who am I
to say know the reason why
some are born, some men die
beneath one infinite sky
there'll be war and there'll be peace
but anything one day will cease
all the iron turn to rust
all the proud men turn to dust
so  all things time will mend
so this song will end

4        F r e e   F o u r  5

One two three four

The memories of a men in his old age
are the deeds of a man in his prime
you shiffle in the gloom of the sick room
and talk to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm moment
and death is a long cold rest
you get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye
eighty years with luck or even less

So all aboard for the American tour
and maybe you'll make it to the top
but mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I know
you may find it hard to get off

But you are the angel of death
and I am the dead man's son
he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
and everyone's still on the run

And who is the master of foxhounds
and who says the hunt is begin
and who calls the tune in the court-room
and who beats the funeral drum

4        S t a y5

Stay and help me to end the day
and if you don't mind, we'll break a bottle of wine
stick around and maybe we'll get one down
'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes

Midnight blue, burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold
I rise, looking through my morning eyes
surprised to find you by my side
light my brain, don't try to remember your name
to find the words to tell you good-bye

morning dews, newborn day
midnight blue turned to grey
midnight blue burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold

4        A b s o l u t e l y   C u r t a i n s  5

Instrumental

4        S p e a k   T o   M e5

    P I N K   F L O Y D

Atom Heart Mother             1970

    IF
    R.Waters

If I were the swan, I'd be gone
If I were the train, I'd be late (again)
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do

If I were to sleep I could dream
If I were afraid I could hide
If I go insane
Please don't put your wires in my brain

If I were the moon, I'd be cool
If I were the rule I would bend
If I were a good man
I'd understand the spaces between friends

If I were alone I would cry
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry
And if I insane
Will you still let me join in with the game

    SUMMER '68
    R.Wright

Would you like to say something before you leave
Perhaps You'd care to state exactly how you feel
We say goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year
And I would to know, how do you feel
How do you feel

Not a single word we've said, the lights stay without fears
Occasionally you showed a smile but what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon in the world of ninety five
My friends they're in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to meet another man
Just to let me know, how do you feel
how do you feel

Goodbye to you
Shall it bring girls due
I had a love for one day

    FAT OLD SUN
    D.Gilmour

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer-evening birds are calling
Summer sun do you travel yet
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells, new grown grass smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
You're old enough and lay me down

And if you see, don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hears the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
sing to me, sing to me

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer-evening birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
And then the sunlight disappears

    ALAN'S PSYCHEDELIC BREAKFAST
    RAISE AND SHINE; SUNNY SIDE; MORNING GLORY
    All
    Pink Floyd     'Meddle'

4        O n e   O f   T h e s e   D a y s5

One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces

4        A  P i l l o w   O f   W i n d s5

The cloud of eiderdown draws around me
softening the sound
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies

When night comes down you lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls and waves roll by
The seasons changed, the wind is warm

Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
Behold the dream, the dream is gone
Green fields, a cold rain
Is fallen in a golden glow

And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low and I rise like a bird
In the haze when the first rays touch the sky
And the nights winds die
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies

4        F e a r l e s s5

You say hill's too steep to climb,try it
you say you'd like to see me try,slime it
you pick the place and I'll choose the time
and I'll climb the hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sounds of the things
you've said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
merciless the magistrate turns round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your own way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
You never walk alone, you never walk alone
walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
You never walk alone, you never walk alone


4        S a n   T r o p e s  5

As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind
a chauffeur in San Tropes
breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
scratched by the sand that feel from my love
keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling
if you're alone, I'll come home

Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a done
gone with the wind, the rain on an airplane
owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far-fling thoughts together
speeding away on the wild to a new day
if you're alone, I'll come home

And I pause for a while by a country style
and listen to the things they say
digging the gold in a hole in my hand
hoping the good, take a look at the way things end
and you're leading me down to a place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
making a date for Rita Pavone

4        S e a m u s5

I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
well I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my own hound, was outside
well you known the sun was sinking slowly
and my own hound -dog sat right and cried

4        E c h o e s5

Overhead the albatross hands motionless upon the air
and deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths
of coral caves
the echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sand
and everything is green, the sun beneath
and no one showed us to the land
and no one known the where's or the why's
but something stares and something tries
and starts to climb towards the land

Strangers passing in the street by chance
to separate closes meet
and I am you and what I see is me
and do I take you by the hand and lead you through the land
and help me understand the best I can
and no one calls up to the dawn
and no one forces down our eyes
and no one speaks and no one sun
no one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and insighting to rise
and through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors of morning
and no one sings me lullabies
and no one makes me close my eyes
so I throw the windows wide
and crawl to you across the sky

                    P I N K   F L O Y D

             Relics                        1971

                        ARNOLD LAYNE
                         S.Barrett

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines
They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through, baby blue
He got it

Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same
It takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to know
Why can't you see

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne

Now he's caught a nasty sort of person
They gave him time, doors bang chaingand
He hated

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Don't do it again

                       SEE EMILY PLAY
                         S.Barrett

Emily tries but misunderstands
She's often inclined to borrow
Somebody's dreams till tomorrow

There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll loose your mind and play
Free games today
See Emily play

Soon after dark Emily cries
Gazing through trees in sorrow
Hardly a sound till tomorrow

Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river
For ever and ever
Emily, Emily

                       REMEMBER A DAY
                          R.Wright

Remember a day before today
A day when you where young
Renew a play along with time
Evening with a thyme

Sing now a song that can't sung
Without a morning's kiss
Dream you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king

Why can't we play today
Why can't we stay that way

Climb your fatal apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away

Why can't we reach the sun
Why can't we blow the years away
Go away
Remember remember

                         PAINT BOX
                          R.Wright

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress and feeling rather empty
I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening
You don't turn up with their friends
Playing their game
Here in the scene or it should be
Far away

Getting up first without remembering
Where I've been

I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go
Out to a show
So what can I do, I can't think what to say
She sees through any way

Out of the front door I go
Traffic's moving rather slow
Arriving late
There she waits looking very angry
As cross as she can be

                        JULIA DREAM
                          R.Waters

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eiderdown
Wishing that the weeping-willow
Winds its branches round

Julia dream
Dream that queen
Queen of all my dreams

Every night I turn the light out
Waiting for the velvet bride
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding

Will the misty master break me
Will the key unlock my mind
Will the following footsteps catch me
Am I really dying

                        CIRCUS MINOR
                          R.Waters

In a churchyard by a river
Lasing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not lonely
In signing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the wreaths

On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later

                       THE NILE SONG
                          R.Waters

I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile
I would take her out a while for a while
Like tiers that like a child
How her golden hear was blowing wild
Then the spread her wings to fly for to fly
Soaring high above the breezes
Going always where the pleases

She will make it tog island in the sun
I will follow her in her shadow
And I'll watch her from my window
One day I will catch her

She is calling from the deep
Summoning my soul to endless sleep
She is bound to drug me down

                       BIDING MY TIME
                          R.Waters

Wasting my time, resting my mind
And I'll never pine for the sad days and the bad days
When we was working from nine to five

And if you don't mind
I'll spend my time here by the fireside
In the warm light of the love in her eyes

                            BIKE
                         S.Barrett

I've got a bike, you can ride if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl
That fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything
If you want thing

I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the fornt, it's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should

I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
I don't know why I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse

I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish

I know a room of musical tune
Some wine, some gin, most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work
      P I N K   F L O Y D

Ummagumma                1969

    ASTRONOMY DOMINE
    S.Barrett

Lime and limpid green the second scene
The fights between the blue you once knew
Floating down the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon there on the run
Titanian, Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten

Winding signs flap
Flicker flicker flicker flame pow pow
Stairways scared and death rules there
Blindman limpid green the sound
Surrounds the 'ioy' waters on the
Lime and limpid green the sound
Surrounds the ioy waters underground

    SET THE CONTROLS FOR HEART OF THE SUN
    R.Waters

Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble in the dawn
Notices leaning on each other and yearning
Under the leaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for heart of the sun

On to the mountains watching the Watcher
Breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine
The moment your flaw is run to your shadow
Notice the shadow that reopens the vine

Set the controls for heart of the sun
Heart of the sun

    GRANCHERTER MEADOWS
    R.Wright

Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Be like a deathly silence that lay all around

Hear the knock and hearten
To the barking of the dog fox
Done to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher
Flashing through the water
And the river of green is sleeding unseen beneath the trees
Laughin as it passes through the endless summer
Making for the sea

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down
All around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down
All around me golden sunflakes covering the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room

    THE NARROW WAY
    D.Gilmour

Flowing in the path
As it leads toward the darkness in the north
Weary strangers's faces show their sympathy
They've seen that home before

If you wanna stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
Before you can find his private room
And you can't delay
Hear the nightbirds calling him
To care and catch the words to say
Close by in the nightmare of your brain

Misty swelling creatures crawling
Hear the roar get louder in your ears
You know the volume as you're on the force
Behind can't conquer all your fears

All your birds aren't really listening
Tell them there is life with every morning
Perhaps today you can when you answer me
It's clear, it's all nights warning




                        Pink Floyd      c 1967
                    The Piper At The Gates Of Down



             


      1. Astronomy Domine
      2. Lucifer  Sam
      3. Matilda mother
      4. Flaming
      5. Power toc h
      6. Take up thy stethoscope and walk
      7. Interstellar overdrive
      8. The gnome
      9. Chapter 24
     10. The scarecrow
     11. Bike


















             1. Astronomy Domine

     Lime and limpid green the second scene
     The fights between the blue you once knew
     Floating down the sound resounds
     Around the icy waters underground

     Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon there on the run
     Titanian, Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten

     Winding signs flap
     Flicker flicker flicker flam pow pow
     Stairways scare and death rules there
     Blindman limpid green the sound
     Surrounds the icy waters on the
     Lime and limpid green the sound
     Surrounds the icy waters underground



             2. Lucifer  Sam

     Lucifer Sam saw your cat
     Always sitting by your side
     Always by your side
     That cat's something I can't explain

     Jennifer Gentle you're the witch
     You're the left side, he's the right side
     Oh no
     That cat's something I can't explain








 
     Wouldn't say we're going to see
     Me a hip cat, me a ship's cat
     Somewhere, anywhere
     That cat's something I can't explain
     The night is crawling, shifting sand
     Hiding around on the ground
     He'll be bound when you're around
     That cat's something I can't explain



             3. Matilda mother

     There was a king who ruled the land
     His Majesty was in command
     With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
     Showered silver on the people

     Oh mother tell me more
     Why'd you have to leave me there
     Hanging in my infant chair
     Waiting

     You only have to read the lines
     They're scribbled in black
                   and everything shines

     Across the stream with wooden shoes
     Bells to tell the king the news
     A thousand misty riders climb up
     Higher once upon a time

     Wandering and dreaming
     The words had different meanings
     Yes they did





     For all the time spent in that view
     In doll's house darkness' old perfume
     And fairy-stories held me high
     On clouds of sunlight floating by

     Oh mother tell me more
     Tell me more



             4. Flaming

     Alone in the clouds all blue
     Lying on an eiderdown
     Yippie, you can't see me
     But I can you
 
     Lazing in the foggy dew
     Sitting on a unicorn
     No fear, you can't hear me
     But I can you

     Watching buttercups cuff the light
     Sleeping on a dandelion
     Too much, I won't touch you
     But then I might

     Screaming through the scarlet sky
     Travelling by telephone
     Hey, ho here we go
     Ever so high.









             6. Take up thy stethoscope and walk

     I'm in bed, aching head
     Gold is red, choke I'm red
     I'm the bread, gold is red
     Jesus bled, pain is red
     Dark room

     Oh no
     Breeze is slow, you are slow
     Chill grow
     Feeling seems to melt the brain
     Seems to cause a painful brain
     Doctor kindly tell your wife
     That I'm alive
     Flowers thrive
     Realize, realize
     Realize



             8. The gnome

     I want to tell you a story
     About a little man
     If I can
     A gnome named Crimble Cromble
     And little gnomes stay in their homes
     Eating sleeping drinking their wine
 
     He wore a scarlet tunic
     A blue-green hood
     It looked quite good
     He had a big adventure
     Amidst the grass
     Fresh air at last
     Wining dining biding his time


 
     And then one day hurray
     Another way for the gnomes to say hurray
 
     Look at the sky, look at the river
     Isn't it good
     Look at the sky, look at the river
     Isn't it good
     Winding finding places to go.



             9. Chapter 24

     A movement is accomplished in six stages
     And the seventh brings return
     The seven is the number of the young light
     It forms when darkness is increased by one
 
     Change returns success
     Going and coming without error
     Action brings good fortune
     Sunset, sunrise
 
     The time is with the month of winter solstice
     When the change is due to come
     Thunder in the early course of heaven
     Things cannot be destroyed
                             once and all for all.



            10. The scarecrow

     The black and green scarecrow
                             as everyone knows
     Stood with a bird on his hat and swore
     Everywhere he didn't care
     He stood in a field where barley grows
 

     His head did no thinking,
                           his arms didn't move
     Except when the wind cut up and mice ran
     Around on the ground
     He stood in a field where barley grows

     The black and green scarecrow
                           was sadder than me
     But now he's resigned to his fate
                           'cause life's not
     Unkind, he doesn't mind
     He stood in a field where barley grows



            11. Bike

     I've got a bike, you can ride if you like
     It's got a basket, a bell that rings
     And things to make it look good
     I'd give it to you if I could
     But I borrowed it

     You're the kind of girl
     That fits in with my world
     I'll give you anything, everything
     If you want a thing

     I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke
     There's a tear up the front,
                        it's red and black
     I've had it for months
     If you think it could look good

     Then I guess it should
     I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
     I don't know why I call him Gerald
     He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse

 
     I've got a clan of gingerbread men
     Here a man, there a man,
                        lots of gingerbread men
     Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish

     I know a room of musical tunes
     Some wine, some gin,
                        most of them are clock work
     Let's go into the other room
                        and make them work




                                Pink Floyd     c 1967




                      Pink Floyd      c 1968
                      A Saucerful Of Secrets

                                       
         
                             


      1. Let there be more light
      2. Remember a day
      3. Set the controls for the heart of the sun
      4. Corporal Clegg
      5. A saucerful of secrets
      6. See-saw
      7. Jugband blues