Pink Floyd - Тексты  

 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.
          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,
          Aand 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.
          Harmlessly passing 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.
          LO, WE SHALL RISE UP,
          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.
          (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

                    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 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.
            Pink Floyd - October 1970

                    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 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.
          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
          He 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, 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.
          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.

          DAVID GILMOUR  - Vocals, Guitars, VCS3
          NICK MASON     - Drums, Percussion, Tape Effects
          RICHARD WRIGHT - Keyboards, Vocals, VCS3
          ROGER WATERS   - Bass Guitar, Vocals, VCS3, Tape Effects
          Dick Parry     - Saxophone on "Money" and "Us and Them"
          Clare Torry    - Vocals on "The Great Gig in the Sky"
            Recorded at Abbey Road studious, London
            Between June 1972 and January 1973
            Pink Floyd - March 1973

                      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 Gunner's 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 ?
          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,
          '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
          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
          Take all your overgrown infants away
          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
          Rreagan 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 clickhold 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
          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

                    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
          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
          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
          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
            Pink Floyd - November 1971

                    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

          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

            Pink Floyd - July 1969

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