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.
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,
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.
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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.
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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 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.
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.
(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
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, 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
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
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
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 ?
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
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
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
(C) 1983 PINK FLOYD MUSIC PUBLISHERS LTD.
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
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
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
Pink Floyd - July 1969
