Pink Floyd lyricsAlbum: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn [1967]Tracks 9 01 Astronomy Domine 02 Lucifer Sam 03 Matilda Mother 04 Flaming 05 Take Up Thy Stethoscope And Walk 06 The Gnome 07 Chapter 24 08 The Scarecrow 09 Bike

Astronomy Domine Lime and limpid green the second sceneThe fights between the blue you once knewFloating down the sound resoundsAround the icy waters underground

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

Winding signs flapFlicker flicker flicker flam pow powStairways scare and death rules thereBlindman limpid green the soundSurrounds the icy waters on theLime and limpid green the soundSurrounds the icy waters underground

Lucifer Sam Lucifer Sam saw your catAlways sitting by your sideAlways by your sideThat cat's something I can't explain

Jennifer Gentle you're the witchYou're the left side, he's the right sideOh noThat cat's something I can't explain

Wouldn't say we're going to seeMe a hip cat, me a ship's cat

Somewhere, anywhereThat cat's something I can't explainThe night is crawling, shifting sandHiding around on the groundHe'll be bound when you're aroundThat cat's something I can't explain

Matilda Mother There was a king who ruled the landHis Majesty was in commandWith silver eyes the scarlet eagleShowered silver on the people

Oh mother tell me moreWhy'd you have to leave me thereHanging in my infant chairWaiting

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

Across the stream with wooden shoesBells to tell the king the newsA thousand misty riders climb upHigher once upon a time

Wandering and dreamingThe words had different meaningsYes they did

For all the time spent in that viewIn doll's house darkness' old perfumeAnd fairy-stories held me highOn clouds of sunlight floating by

Oh mother tell me moreTell me more

Flaming Alone in the clouds all blueLying on an eiderdownYippie, you can't see meBut I can you

Lazing in the foggy dewSitting on a unicornNo fear, you can't hear meBut I can you

Watching buttercups cuff the lightSleeping on a dandelionToo much, I won't touch youBut then I might

Screaming through the scarlet skyTravelling by telephoneHey, ho here we goEver so high.

Take Up Thy Stethoscope And Walk I'm in bed, aching headGold is red, choke I'm redI'm the bread, gold is redJesus bled, pain is redDark room

Oh no

Breeze is slow, you are slowChill growFeeling seems to melt the brainSeems to cause a painful brainDoctor kindly tell your wifeThat I'm aliveFlowers thriveRealize realizeRealize

The Gnome I want to tell you a storyAbout a little manIf I canA gnome named Crimble CrombleAnd little gnomes stay in their homesEating sleeping drinking their wine

He wore a scarlet tunicA blue-green hood

It looked quite goodHe had a big adventureAmidst the grassFresh air at lastWining dining biding his time

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

Look at the sky, look at the riverIsn't it goodLook at the sky, look at the riverIsn't it goodWinding finding places to go.

Chapter 24 A movement is accomplished in six stagesAnd the seventh brings returnThe seven is the number of the young lightIt forms when darkness is increased by one

Change returns successGoing and coming without errorAction brings good fortuneSunset, sunrise

The time is with the month of winter solsticeWhen the change is due to comeThunder in the early course of heavenThings cannot be destroyed once and all for all.

The Scarecrow The black and green scarecrow as everyone knowsStood with a bird on his hat and sworeEverywhere he didn't careHe stood in a field where barley grows

His head did no thinking, his arms didn't moveExcept when the wind cut up and mice ranAround on the groundHe stood in a field where barley grows

The black and green scarecrow was sadder than meBut now he's resigned to his fate 'cause life's not

Unkind, he doesn't mindHe stood in a field where barley grows

Bike I've got a bike, you can ride if you likeIt's got a basket, a bell that ringsAnd things to make it look goodI'd give it to you if I couldBut I borrowed it

You're the kind of girlThat fits in with my worldI'll give you anything, everythingIf you want a thing

I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a jokeThere's a tear up the front, it's red and blackI've had it for monthsIf you think it could look goodThen I guess it should

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

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

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

Album: A Saucerful of Secrets [1968]Tracks 6 01 Let There Be More Light 02 Remember A Day 03 Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun 04 Corporal Clegg 05 See-Saw 06 Jugband Blues

Let There Be More Light Far far far away wayPeople heard him say sayI will find a way wayThere will come a day daySomething will be done

Then at last the mighty shipDescending at a point of flameMade contact with the human race at no time

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

Not as far the solar bearIn human role revealed to himA living soul of heavenward forever

Sunlight, something in my eyeSomething in the skyWaiting there for me

The antelope grows hurling backThe servicemen would like to sighThe memory went flowing roundsAs Lucy in the skyOh oh did you ever knowNo never ever will they ascend

Summoning in his cosmic powersAnd flowing slightly from his toesPsychedelic nations fly

Remember A Day Remember a day before todayA day when you were youngRenew a play along with timeEvening with a thyme

Sing now a song that can't be sungWithout a morning's kissDream you shall be it if you wishLook for your king

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

Climb your fatal apple treeTry to catch the sunHide from your little brother's gunDream yourself away

Why can't we reach the sunWhy can't we blow the years awayGo awayRemember remember

Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun Little by little the night turns aroundCounting the leaves which tremble in the dawnNotices leaning on each other and yearningUnder the leaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

On to the mountain watching the WatcherBreaking the darkness, breaking the grapevineThe moment your flaw is run to your shadowNotice the shadow that reopens the vine

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

Breaking the shape of his questions for everWhen the sun will fall in the eveningWill he remember the lesson I gave him

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

Corporal Clegg Corporal Clegg had a wooden legHe won it in the war in nineteen forty fourCorporal Clegg had a medal tooIn orange and in blue, he found it in the zoo

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

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

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

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

Seesaw Fairly girls were very much in loveBut he doesn't mindPickin' up his sisterMakes his way to the see-saw landAll the way she smiledShe goes up while he goes down

Sits on a snake in the riverLaughter in his sleevesSister's throwing stonesHoping for a hitHe doesn't know, so thereShe goes up while he goes down

Another time, another dayHer brother's plain to meAnother time, another day day dayShe was selling plastic flowersOn a sunday afternoonPickin' up me, she has not got the time to careAll can see, he's not thereShe grows up for another man and he's down

Jugband Blues It's awfully considerate of you to think of me hereAnd I'm most obliged to you for making it clearThat I'm not hereAnd I never knew the room could be so bigAnd I never knew the room could be so blueAnd I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoesAnd 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 shineI don't care if nothing is mineAnd I don't care I'm nervous with youI'll do my loving in the winter

And the sea isn't greenAnd I love the queenAnd what exactly is a dreamAnd what exactly is a joke

Album: More [1969]Tracks 6 01 Cirrus Minor. 02 The Nile Song. 03 Crying Song. 04 Green Is The Colour. 05 Cymbaline. 06 Ibiza Bar.

Cirrus Minor. In a churchyard by a riverLazing in the haze of middayLaughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not lonelyIn singing and in flying onIn laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the waterWaving to the river-daughtersSwaying in the ripples and the wreaths

On a trip to Cirrus MinorSaw a crater in the sunA thousand miles of moonlight later

The Nile Song. I was standing by the NileWhen I saw the lady smileI would take her out for a while, for a whileLike tears that like a child

How her golden hair was blowing wildThen she spread her wings to fly, for to flySoaring high above the breezesGoing always where she pleases

She will make it to the island in the sunI will follow her in her shadowAnd I'll watch her from my windowOne day I will catch herShe is calling from the deepSummoning my soul to endless sleepShe is bound to drag me down, drag me down.

Crying Song. We smile and smileLaughter echoes in your eyesWe climb and climbFruit falls softly in the pinesWe cry and crySadness passess in a whileWe roll and rollHelp me roll away the stone

Green Is The Colour. Heavy hung the canopy of blueShade my eyes and I can see youWhite is the light that shines through the dress that you wore

She lay in the shadow of a waveHazy were the visions overplayedSunlight in her eyes, but moonshine made her cry every time

Green is the colour of her kindQuickness of the eye deceives the mindEnvy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned

Cymbaline. The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer and very highThe ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearbyApprehension creeping like a tube train up your spineWill the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhymeAnd it's high time, CymbalinePlease wake me

A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your sideThe ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hideYour manager and agent are both busy on the phoneSelling coloured photographs to magazines back homeAnd it's high time, CymbalinePlease wake me

The lions converging where you stand,They must have moved the picture plainThe leaves are heavy 'round your feet,You hear the thunder of the trainSuddenly it strikes you that they're moving into rangeAnd Doctor Strange is always changing sizeAnd it's high time, CymbalinePlease wake me

Ibiza Bar. I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I madeMaking every time that I layI feel like an oddball with a cut-off mindSo if you excuse me it's timeWhen the count is rhymedAnd the story-line is fine

I've been amazed since the first dayI can't get a line too closeTake me down, take me downFrom the cell of my mindAnd hear me slowly floating lonely somewhere

I live far enough on a shelf like a dressOn the end of all that reads like a sad songLeaves began to grow beautifulAnd years they beganAnd hear me slowly floating lonelyFlowing down too slow

Album: UmmaGumma [1969]Tracks 2 01 Grantchester Meadows. 02 The Narrow Way.

Grantchester Meadows. Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domainIn the sky a bird was heard to cryMisty morning whisperings and gentle stirring soundsBe like the deathly silence that lay all around

Hear the knock and heartenTo the barking of the dog foxGone to groundSee the splashing of the kingfisherFlashing through the waterAnd the river of green is sliding unseen beneath the treesLaughing as it passes through the endless summerMaking for the sea

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me downAll around me golden sunflakes settle on the groundBasking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoonBringing sounds of yesterday into the city roomIn the lazy watermeadow I lay me downAll around me golden sunflakes covering the groundBasking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoonBringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.

The Narrow Way. Flowing in the pathAs it leads toward the darkness in the northWeary stranger's faces show their sympathyThey've seen that home before

If you wanna stay for a little bitRest your aching limbs for a little bitBefore you can find his private roomAnd you can't delayHear the nightbirds calling himTo care and catch the words to sayClose by in the nightmare of your brain

Misty swelling creatures crawlingHear the roar get louder in your earsYou know the volume as you're on the forceBehind can't conquer all your fears

All your birds aren't really listening

Tell them there is life with every morningPerhaps today you can when you answer meIt's clear, it's all nights warning

Album: Atom Heart Mother [1970]Tracks 3 01 If 02 Summer '68 03 Fat Old Sun If If I were the swan, I'd be goneIf I were the train, I'd be late (again)And if I were the good manI'd talk with you more often than I do

If I were to sleep I could dreamIf I were afraid I could hideIf I go insanePlease don't put your wires in my brain

If I were the moon, I'd be coolIf I were the rule, I would bendIf I were a good manI'd understand the spaces between friends

If I were alone, I would cryAnd if I were with you, I'd be home and dryAnd if I go insaneWill you still let me join in with the game.

Summer '68 Would you like to say something before you leavePerhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feelWe say goodbye before we've said helloI hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at allWe met just six hours ago, the music was too loudFrom your bed I came today and lost a bloody yearAnd I would like to know, how do you feelHow do you feelNot a single word we've said, the lights stay without fearsOccasionaly you showed a smile but what was the need

I felt the cold far too soon in the world of ninety-fiveMy friends they're in the sun, I wish that I was thereTomorrow brings another town, another girl like youHave you time before you leave to greet another manJust to let me know, how do you feelHow do you feelGoodbye to youShall it bring girls dueI had a love for one day

Fat Old Sun When that fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer-evening birds are callingSummer sun do you travel yetThe sound of music in my earsDistant bells, new grown grass smells so sweetBy the river holding handsYou're old enough and lay me down

And if you see, don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to me

When that fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer-evening birds are callingChildren's laughter in my earsAnd then the sunlight disappears.

Album: Relics [1971]Tracks 5 01 Arnold Layne 02 See Emily Play 03 Julia Dream 04 Paint Box 05 Biding My Time Arnold Layne Arnold Layne had a strange hobbyCollecting clothes, moonshine washing linesThey suit him fine

On the wall hang a tall mirrorDistorted view, see through, baby blueHe got it

Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the sameIt takes two to know, two to know,Two to know, two to knowWhy can't you see

Arnold Layne, Arnold LayneArnold Layne

Now he's caught a nasty sort of personThey gave him time, doors bang chaingangHe hated

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

See Emily Play Emily tries but misunderstandsShe's often inclined to borrowSomebody's dream till tomorrow

There is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'll loose your mind and playFree games todaySee Emily play

Soon after dark Emily criesGazing through trees in sorrowHardly a sound till tomorrow

Put on a gown that touches the groundFloat on a riverFor ever and everEmily, Emily

Julia Dream Sunlight bright upon my pillowLighter than an eilderdown

Wishing that the weeping-willowWinds its branches round

Julia dreamDream that queenQueen of all my dreams

Every night I turn the light outWaiting for the velvet brideWill the scaly armadilloFind me where I'm hiding

Will the misty master break meWill the key unlock my mindWill the following footsteps catch meAm I really dying

Paint Box Last night I had too much to drinkSitting in a club with so many foolsPlaing to rulesTrying to impress and feeling rather emptyI had another drink

What a way to spend this eveningYou don't turn up with their friendsPlaying their gameHere in the scene or it should beFar away

Getting up first without rememberingWhere I've been beforeI open the door to an empty roomThen I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaksShe would very much like to goOut to a showSo what can I do, I can't think what to sayShe sees through any way

Out of the front door I goTraffic's moving rather slowArriving lateThere she waits looking very angry

As cross as she can be

Biding My Time Wasting my time, resting my mindAnd I'll never pine for the sad daysAnd the bad daysWhen we were working from nine to five

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

Album: Meddle [1971]Tracks 6 01 One Of These Days 02 A Pillow Of Winds 03 Fearless 04 San Tropez 05 Seamus 06 Echoes One Of These Days One of these daysI'm going to cut you into little pieces

A Pillow Of Winds The cloud of eiderdown draws around meSoftening the soundSleepy time when I lie with my love by my sideAnd she's breathing low, and the candle dies

When night comes down you lock the doorThe look falls to the floorAs darkness falls and waves roll byThe seasons changed, the wind is warm

Now wakes the owl, now sleep the swanBehold the dream, the dream is goneGreen fields, a cold rainIs falling in a golden glow

And deep beneath the ground the early morning soundsAnd I go downSleepy time when I lie with my love by my sideAnd she's breathing low, and I rise like a birdIn the haze when the first rays touch the skyAnd the night wings die

Fearless You say the hill's too steep to climb, try itYou say you'd like to see me try climb itYou pick the place and I'll choose the timeAnd I'll climb the hill in my own wayJust wait a while for the right dayAnd as I rise above the tree-line and the cloudsI look down, hearing the sounds of the things you've said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smilingMercyless the magistrate turns round, frowningAnd who's the fool who wears the crownGo down in your own wayAnd every day is the right dayAnd as you rise above the fear-lines in his crownYou look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd

You never walk alone, you never walk aloneWalk on, walk on with hope in your heartAnd 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 TropezBreaking a stick with a brick on the sandRiding a wave in the wake of an old sedanSleeping alone in the drone of the darknessScratched by the sand that fell from my loveKeeping my dreams and I still hear her callingIf you're alone, I'll come home

Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a doveGone with the wind, the rain on an airplaneOwning a home with no silver spoonI'm drinking champagne like a good tycoonSooner than wait for a break in the weatherI'll gather my far-flung thoughts together

Speeding away on the wind to a new dayIf you're alone, I'll come home

And I pause for a while by a country styleAnd listen to the things they sayDigging the gold in a hole in my handHoping the good, take a look at the way things endAnd you're leading me down to a place by the seaI hear your soft voice calling to meMaking a date for Rita PavoneIf you're alone, I'll come home

Seamus I was in the kitchenSeamus, that's the dog, was outsideWell I was in the kitchenSeamus, my own hound, was outsideWell you know the sun was sinking slowlyAnd my own hound-dog sat right down and cried

Echoes Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the airAnd deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral cavesThe echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sandAnd everything is green, the sun beneathAnd no one showed us to the landAnd no one knows the where's or the why'sBut something stares and something triesAnd starts to climb towards the land

Strangers passing in the street by chance to separate closes meetAnd I am you and what I see is meAnd do I take you by the handAnd lead you through the landAnd help me understand the best I canAnd no one calls us to the dawnAnd no one forces down our eyesAnd no one speaks and no one triesNo one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyesInviting and insighting me to riseAnd through the window in the wallCome streaming in on sunlight wings

A million bright ambassadors of morningAnd no one sings me lullabiesAnd no one makes me close my eyesSo I throw the windows wideAnd crawl to you across the sky

Album: Obscured by Clouds [1972]Tracks 6 01 Burning Bridges. 02 The Gold It's In The... 03 Wot's... Uh The Deal. 04 Childhood's End. 05 Free Four. 06 Stay. Burning Bridges. Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadowFlickering between the linesStolen mormons floating softly on the airGone on wings of fire and climbing higher

Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sidesDreaming of a new day, cast aside the other wayMagic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flamesLies in her eyes

The door it stands a jarIt was, it once was high beyond the guilded cageBeyond the reach of time, the moment is at handShe breaks the golden band

The Gold It's In The... Come on my friend, let's make for the hillsThey say there's gold and I'm looking for thrillsYou 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 mineI don't care if we get there on timeEverybody's searching for something, they sayI'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the seaWho knows what may be waiting for meI could sail forever to strange sounding namesFaces of people and places don't change

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

Wot's... Uh The Deal. Heaven sent the promised landLooks alright from where I stand'cause I'm the man on the outside looking inWaiting on the first stepShow me where the key is keptPoint 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 soulAnd I think I'm growing old

Flash... the red is... wot's... uh dealGot to make it to the next mealTry to keep up with the turning of the wheelMile after mile, stone after stoneYou turn to speak but you're aloneMillion miles from home you're on your own

Fly kite by candle lightWith her by my sideWish she prefers we never stir againSomeone sent the promised landWell I grabbed it with both handsNow I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout, come on inWhat'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 sleepThat's the price, it's just too steepIs your conscience at rest

It was put to the testYou awake with a startJust the beating of your heartJust one man beneath the skyJust two ears, just two eyes

You said, sail across the seaLong past thoughts and memoriesChildhood's end: your fantasiesMerging harsh realitiesAnd then as the sail is hoistYou'll find your eyes are growing moistAnd all the fears never voicedSay you have to make the final choice

Who are you and who am ITo say we know the reason whySome are born, some men dieBeneath one infinite skyThere'll be war and there'll be peaceBut anything one day will ceaseAll the iron turn to rustAll the proud men turn to dustSo all things time will mendSo this song will end

Free Four. One two three four

The memories of a man in his old ageAre the deeds of a man in his primeYou shuffle in the gloom of the sick roomAnd talk to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm momentAnd death is a long cold restYou get your chance to try the twinkling of an eyeEighty years with luck or even less

So all aboard for the American tourAnd maybe you'll make it to the topBut mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I knowYou may find it hard to get off

But you are the angel of death

And I am the dead man's sonHe was buried like a mole in a fox-holeAnd everyone's still on the run

And who is the master of foxhoundsAnd who says the hunt is begunAnd who calls the tune in the court-roomAnd who beats the funeral drum

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

Midnight blue, burning goldA yellow moon is growing cold

I rise, looking through my morning eyesSurpised to find you by my sideLight my brain, don't try to remember your nameTo find the words to tell you goodbye

Morning dews, newborn dayMidnight blue turned to greyMidnight blue, burning goldA yellow moon is growing cold.

Album: Dark Side of the Moon [1973]Tracks 8 01 Breathe. 02 On The Run. 03 Time. 04 Breathe. (Reprise). 05 Money. 06 Us And Them. 07 Brain Damage. 08 Eclipse.

Breathe. Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to careLeave but don't leave meLook around and choose your own groundFor long you live and high you flyAnd smiles you'll give and tears you'll cryAnd all you touch and all you seeIs all your life will ever be.

On The Run. Run, run rabbit runDig that hole, forget the sunAnd when at last the work is doneDon't sit down it's time to dig another oneFor long you live and high you flyBut only if you ride the tideAnd balanced on the biggest waveYou race towards an early grave.

Time. Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an off hand wayKicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rainYou are young and life is long and there is time to kill todayAnd then one day you find ten years have got behing youNo 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 sinkingAnd racing around to come up behing you againThe sun is the same in the relative way, but you're olderShorter of breath and one day closer to death

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

Breathe. (Reprise). Home, home againI like to be here when I canWhen I come home coldened and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fireFar away across the fieldThe tolling of the iron bellCalls the faithful to their kneesTo hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Money. Money, get awayGet a good job with more pay and you're O.K.Money, it's a gasGrab that cash with both hands and make a stashNew car, caviar, four star daydream,Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get backI'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stackMoney, it's a hitDon't give me that do goody good bullshitI'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling setAnd I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crimeShare it fairly but don't take a slice of my pieMoney, so they sayIs the root of all evil todayBut if you ask for a rise it's no surprise thatThey're giving none away, away, away.

Us And Them. Us and themAnd after all we're only ordinary menMe and youGod only knows it's not what we would choose to do"Forward" he cried from the rear and the front rank diedAnd the General sat, and the lines on the mapMoved from side to side

Black and blueAnd who knows which is which and who is whoUp and DownAnd in the end it's only round and round and roundHaven't you heard it's a battle of words the poster bearer criedListen son, said the man with the gunThere's room for you inside

Down and OutIt can't be helped but there's a lot of it aboutWith, withoutAnd who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about.Out of the way, it's a busy dayAnd I've got things on my mindFor want of the price of tea and a sliceThe old man died.

Brain Damage. The lunatic is on the grassThe lunatic is on the grassRemembering games and daisy chains and laughsGot to keep the loonies on the path.

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

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

The lunatic is in my headThe lunatic is in my headYou raise the blade, you make the changeYou re-arrange me 'till I'm sane.

You lock the doorAnd throw away the keyThere's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your earYou shout and no one seems to hearAnd if the band you're in starts playing different tunesI'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

Eclipse. All that you touchAll that you seeAll that you taste

All you feelAll that you loveAll that you hateAll you distrustAll you saveAll that you giveAll that you dealAll that you buy beg, borrow or stealAll you createAll you destroyAll that you doAll that you sayAll that you eatEveryone you meetAll that you slightEveryone you fightAll that is nowAll that is goneAll that's to comeAnd everything under the sun is in tuneBut the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

THERE IS NO DARK SIDE ON THE MOON REALLY!

DAVID GILMOUR - Vocals, Guitars, VCS3NICK MASON - Drums, Percussion, Tape EffectsRICHARD WRIGHT - Keyboards, Vocals, VCS3ROGER 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, LondonBetween June 1972 and January 1973Pink Floyd - March 1973

Album: Wish You were Here [1975]Tracks 5 01 Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part 1). 02 Welcome To The Machine. 03 Have A Cigar. 04 Wish You Were Here. 05 Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part 2).

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part 1). Remember when you were youngYou shone like the SunShine on, you crazy diamond !Now there's a look in your eyesLike black holes in the skyShine on, you crazy diamond !You were caught on the crossfireOf childhood and stardomBlown on the steel breezeCome on, you target for faraway laughterCome on, you stranger, you legend, you martyrAnd shine !

You reached for the secret too soonYou cried for the Moon.Shine on, you crazy diamond !Threatened by shadows at nightAnd exposed in the lightShine on, you crazy diamond !Well you wore out your welcomeWith random precisionRode on the steel breezeCome on, you raver, you seer of visionsCome on, you painter, you piper, you prisonerAnd shine !

Welcome To The Machine. Welcome, my son, welcome to the machineWhere have you been ?It's allright we know where have you been.You've been in the pipeline, filling in timeProvided with toys and "Scouting for Boys"You bought a guitar to punish your maAnd you didn't like schoolAnd you know you're nobody's foolSo welcome to the machine

Welcome my son, welcome to the machineWhat did you dream ?It's alright we told you what to dream.You dreamed of a big starHe played mean guitar

He always ate in the Steak BarHe loved to drive in his JaguarSo welcome to the Machine

Have A Cigar. Come in here, dear boy, have a cigarYou're gonna go far,You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die,You're gonna make it if you tryI gonna love youWell I've always had a deep respectAnd I mean that most sincerelyThe band is just fantastic,That is really what I thinkOh, by the way which one's Pink ?And did we tell you the name of the game, boyWe call it Riding the Gravy Train

We're just knocked outWe heard about the sell outYou gotta get an album outYou owe it to the peopleWe'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 monsterIf we all pull together as a teamAnd did we tell you the name of the Game, boyWe call it Riding the Gravy Train

Wish You Were Here. So, so you think you can tellHeaven from HellBlue skies from PainCan you tell a green fieldFrom a cold steel rail ?A smile from a veil ?Do you think you can tellAnd did they get you to tradeYour heroes for ghosts ?Hot ashes for trees ?Hot air for a cool breeze ?Cold comfort for chains ?

And did you exchangeA walk on part in the warFor a lead role in a cage

How I wish, how I wish you were hereWe're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowlYear after yearRunning over the same old groundWhat have we found ?The same old fearsWish you were here

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part 2). Nobody knows where you areHow near or how farShine on, you crazy diamond !Pile on many more layersAnd I'll be joining you thereShine on, you crazy diamond !And we'll bask in the shadowOf yesterday's triumphAnd sail on the steel breezeCome on, you boy child, you winner and loserCome on, you miner for truth and delusionAnd shine !

Dick Parry - saxophone on"Shine On you Crazy Diamond"Roy Harper - vocals on"Have a Cigar"Veneta Fields andCarlena Williams - backing vocals

All lyrics by Roger WatersPink Floyd - September 1975

Album: Animals [1977]Tracks 5 01 Pigs On The Wing. (Part One) 02 Dogs. 03 Pigs (Three Different Ones). 04 Sheep. 05 Pigs On The Wing. (Part Two)

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 blameAnd 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 sightYou gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for styleLike 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 youYou'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 pretendingThat 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 phoneWho 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 binSaying, "keep on digging."Pig stain on your fat chin.What do you hope to find?When you're down in the pig mineYou'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 areYou radiate cold shafts of broken glass.You're nearly a good laugh,Almost worth a quick grinYou 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 areYou house proud town mouse,Ha ha charade you are

You're trying to keep our feelings off the streetYou'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 treatBut 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 aboutI'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 leaderDown 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 WANTHE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIETHROUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH METHE SILENT WATERS BY.WITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASETH MY SOULHE 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 ONESTHROUGH 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 avengersMarch cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?The dogs are dead!You better stay homeAnd 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 safeTo 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 FloydEngineered by : Brian HumphriesRecorded at : Britania Row Studios, London

Sleve design : Roger WatersGraphics : Nick Mason

Album: The Wall [1979]Tracks 26 01 In The Flesh ? 02 The Thin Ice. 03 Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1). 04 The Happiest Days Of Our Lives. 05 Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2). 06 Mother. 07 Goodbye Blue Sky. 08 Empty Spaces. 09 Young Lust. 10 One Of My Turns. 11 Don't Leave Me Now. 12 Another Brick In The Wall (Part 3). 13 Goodbye Cruel World. 14 Hey You !

15 Is There Anybody Out There ? 16 Nobody Home. 17 Vera. 18 Bring The Boys Back Home. 19 Comfortably Numb. 20 The Show Must Go On. 21 In The Flesh. 22 Run Like Hell. 23 Waiting For The Worms. 24 Stop. 25 The Trial. 26 Outside The Wall.

In The Flesh ? So yaThought yaMight like to go to the showTo feel the warm thrill of confusionThat space cadet glowTell 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 theDisguise

The Thin Ice. Mamma loves her babyAnd daddy loves you tooAnd the sea may look warm to you, babyAnd the sky may look blueBut oooh babeOooh baby blue

If you should go skatingOn the thin ice of modern lifeDragging behind you the silent reproachOf a million tear stained eyesDon't be surprised, when a crack in the iceAppears under your feetYou slip out of your depth and out of your mindWith your fear, flowing out behind youAs you claw the thin ice

Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1). Daddy's flown across the oceanLeaving just a memoryA snap shot in the family albumDaddy what else did you leave for meDaddy what d'ya leave behind for meAll in all it was just a brick in the wallAll in all it was all just bricks in the wall

The Happiest Days Of Our Lives. When we grew up and went to schoolThere were certain teachers who wouldHurt the children anyway they couldBy pouring their derisionsUpon anything we didAnd exposing every weaknessHowever carefully hidden by the kidsBut in the town it was well knownWhen they got home at night, their fat andPsychopatic wives would thrash themWithin inches of their lives

Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2). We don't need no educationWe don't need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave the kids aloneHey, teacher, leave the kids alone !All in all it's just another brick in the wallAll in all you're just another brick in the wall

Mother. Mother do you think they'll drop the bombMother do you think they'll like the songMother do you think they'll try to break my ballsOooh ma, mother should I build a wall

Mother should I run for presidentMother should I trust the governmentMother will they put me in the firing lineOooh ma, is it just a wasted timeMother am I really dying

Hush now baby, baby don't you cryMama's gonna make all of your nightmares come trueMama's gonna put all of her fears into youMama's gonna keep you right here under her wingShe won't let you fly but she might let you singMama's gonna keep baby cosy and warmOooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babeOf course mama's gonna help build the wall

Mother do you think she's good enough for meMother do you think she's dangerous tell meMother will she make your little boy a toyOoh ma, mother will she break my heart

Hush now baby, baby don't you cryMama's gonna check out all of your girlfriends for youMama won't let anyone dirty get throughMama's gonna wait up 'till you get inMama will always find out where you've beenMama's gonna keep baby healthy and cleanOooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babeYou'll always be a baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high ?

Goodbye Blue Sky. OooooooooooooooooohDid you see the frightened onesDid you hear the falling bombsDid you ever wonderWhy we had to run for shelterWhen the promise of a brave new worldUnfouled beneath a clear blue skyOooooooooooooooooohDid you see the frightened onesDid you hear the falling bombsThe flames are all long goneBut the pain lingers on

Goodbye blue skyGoodbye blue skyGoodbye

Empty Spaces.

What shall we use to fill the emptySpaces where we used to talkHow should I fill the final places ?How should I complete the wall ?

Young Lust. I am just a new boyA stranger in this townWhere are all the good timesWho's gonna show this stranger around ?Ooh I need a dirty womanOoh I need a dirty girlWill some woman in this desert townMake me feel like a real manTake this rock'n'roll refugeeOoh Babe set me freeOoh I need a dirty womanOoh I need a dirty girl

One Of My Turns. Day after day, love turns greyLike the skin of a dying manAnd night after night we pretend it's all rightBut I have grown older andYou have grown colder andNothing is very much fun any more.And I can feel one of my turns coming on.I feel cold as a razor bladeTight as a tourniquetDry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the leftYou'll find my favourite axeDon't look so frightenedThis is just a passing phaseJust one of my bad daysWould you like to watch T.V. ?Or get between the sheetsOr 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 BabeDon't leave me nowDon't say it's the end of the roadRemember the flowers I sentI need you BabeTo put through the shredderIn front of my friends

Ooh BabeDon't leave me nowHow could you go ?When you know how I need youTo beat to a pulp on a Saturday night

Ooh BabeDon't leave me nowHow can you treat me this wayRunning awayOoh BabeWhy are you running away ?Oooh Babe !

Another Brick In The Wall (Part 3). I don't need no arms around meAnd I don't need no drugs to calm meI have seen the writing on the wallDon't think I need anything at allNo, don't think I'll need anything at allAll in all it was all just bricks in the wallAll in all you were all just bricks in the wall

Goodbye Cruel World. Goodbye cruel worldI'm leaving you todayGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbye

Goodbye all you peopleThere's nothing you can sayTo make me change my mindGoodbye

Hey You ! Hey you ! out there in the coldGetting lonely, getting old, can you feel me ?Hey you ! standing in the aislesWith itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me ?Hey you ! don't help them to bury the lightDon't give in without a fight.

Hey you ! out there on your ownSitting naked by the phone, would you touch me ?Hey you ! with your ear against the wallWaiting 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 fantasyThe Wall was too high, as you can seeNo matter how he tried he could not break freeAnd the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you ! out there on the roadAlways doing what you're told, can you help me ?Hey you ! out there beyond the wallBreaking bottles in the hall, can you help me ?Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at allTogether 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 inGot a bag with toothbrush and a comb inWhen I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone inI got elastic bands keeping my shoes onGot those swollen hand bluesI've got 13 channels of shit on the T.V. to choose fromI've got electric light

And I've got second sightI've got amazing powers of observationAnd that is how I knowWhen I try to get throughOn the telephone to youThere'll be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix PermAnd the inevitable pinhole burnsAll down the front of my favourite satin shirtI've got nicotine stains on my fingersI've got a silver spoon on a chainGot a grand piano to prop up my mortal remainsI've got wild staring eyesAnd I've got a strong urge to flyBut I've got nowhere to fly toOoh Babe when I pick up the phoneThere's still nobody home

I've got a pair of Gohills bootsAnd I've got fading roots...

Vera. Does anybody here remember Vera LynnRemember how she said thatWe would meet againSome sunny dayVera ! Vera !What have become of youDoes anybody else in hereFeel the way I do ?

Bring The Boys Back Home. Bring the boys back homeBring the boys back homeDon't leave the children on their ownBring the boys back home

Comfortably Numb. Hello,Is there anybody in there ?Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone at homeCome on now,I hear you're feeling downI can ease your painAnd get you on your feet againRelax,I'll need some information firstJust the basic factsCan you show me where it hurts ?

There is no pain you are recedingA distant ship smoke on the horizonYou are only coming through in wavesYour lips move but I can't hear what you're sayingWhen I was a child I had a feverMy hands felt just like two balloonsNow I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, You would not understand This is not how I amI have become comfortably numb

O.K.,Just a little pin prickThere'll be no more aaaaaaah !But you may feel a little sickCan you stand up ?I do, believe it's working, goodThat 'll keep you going through the showCome on, it's time to go.

There is no pain, you are recedingA distant ship smoke on the horizonYou are only coming through in wavesYour lips move but I can't hear what you're sayingWhen I was a childI caught a fleeting glimpseOut of the corner of my eyeI turned to look but it was goneI cannot put my finger on it nowThe child is grownThe dream is goneI have become comfortably numb

The Show Must Go On. Ooh Ma ooh Pa

Must the show go onOoh Pa take me homeOoh Ma let me go

There must be some mistakeI didn't mean to let themTake away my soulAm I too old is it too late

Ooh Ma Ooh PaWhere has the feeling gone ?Ooh Ma Ooh PaWill I remember the songs ?The show must go on.

In The Flesh.

So yaThought yaMight like to go to the showTo feel the warm thrill of confusionThat space cadet glowI've got some bad news for you sunshinePink isn't well he stayed back at the hotelAnd they sent us along as a surrogate bandAnd we're going to find out where you fansReally stand

Are there any queers in the theatre tonightGet'em up against the wallThere's one in the spotlightHe don't look right to meGet him up against the wallAnd that one looks JewishAnd that one's a coonWho let all this riff-raff into the roomThere's one smoking a jointAnd another with spotsIf I had my wayI'd have all of you shot

Run Like Hell. You better make your face up inYour favourite disguiseWith your button down lips

And your roller blind eyesWith your empty smileAnd your hungry heartFeel the bile rising from your guilty pastWith your nerves in tattersAs the cockle shell shattersAnd the hammers butterDown your doorYou better run

You better run all dayAnd run all nightAnd keep your dirty feelingsDeep inside. And if youTake your girlfriendOut tonight,You better park the carWell out of sight'cos if they catch you in the back seatTrying to pick her locksThey're gonna send you back to motherIn a card board boxYou better run.

Waiting For The Worms. Ooh You cannot reach me nowOoh No matter how you tryGoodbye cruel world it's overWalk on by

Sitting in a bunker here behind my wallWaiting for the worms to comeIn perfect isolation here behind my wallWaiting for the worms to come

Waiting to cut out the deadwoodto clean up the cityto follow the wormsto put on a blackshirtto weed out the weaklingsto smash in their windowsand kick in their doors.for the final solutionto strengthen the strainto follow the worms

to turn on the showersand fire the ovensfor the queens and the coonsand the reds and the Jewsto follow the worms

Would you like to see BritaniaRule again, my friend ?All you have to do is follow the wormsWould you like to send our coloured cousinsHome again, my friend ?All you need to do is follow the worms.

Stop. StopI wanna go homeTake off this uniformAnd leave the showAnd I'm waiting in this cellBecause I have to knowHave I been guilty all this time.

The Trial. Good morning Worm Your HonourThe crown will plainly showThe prisoner who now stands before youWas caught red handed showing feelingsShowing feelings of an almost human natureThis will not do

Call the schoolmasterI always said he'd come to no goodIn the end Your HonourIf they'd let me have my way I couldHave flayed him into shapeBut my hands were tiedThe bleeding hearts and artistsLet him get away with murderLet me hammer him today

Crazy, toys in the attic I am crazyShould I go fishingThey must have taken my marbles away

You little shit, you're in it nowI hope they throw away the keyYou should have talked to me more oftenThan you did, but no you had toGo your own away. Have you broken anyHomes up lately ?"Just five minutes, Worm Your HonourHim and me alone"

BabeCome to mother baby let me hold youIn my armsM'lud I never wanted him toGet in any troubleWhy'd he ever have to leave meWorm Your Honour let me take him home

Crazy, over the rainbow I am crazyBars in the windowThere must have been a door there in the wallWhen I came inCrazy over the rainbow he is crazy

The evidence before the court isIncontravertable, there's no need forThe jury to retireIn all my years of judgingI have never heard beforeOf someone more deservingThe full penalty of lawThe way you made them sufferYour exquisite wife and motherFills me with the urge to defecateBut my friend you have revealed yourDeepest fearI sentance you to be exposed beforeYour peers

Tear down The Wall !

Outside The Wall. All alone, or in twosThe ones who really love youWalk up and down outside the wallSome hand in hand

Some gathered together in bandsThe bleeding hearts and the artistsMake their standAnd when they've given you their allSome stagger and fall after all it's not easyBanging your heart against some mad buggers'Wall

Lyrics : Roger Waters

Produced by (in alphabet order) :Bob EzrinDavid GilmourRoger Waters

Sleeve design by : Gerald ScarfePink Floyd - 1979

Album: The Final Cut [1983]Tracks 12 01 The Post War Dream 02 Your Possible Pasts 03 One Of The Few 04 The Hero's Return 05 The Gunners Dream 06 Paranoid Eyes 07 Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert 08 The Fletcher Memorial Home 09 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 crucifiedIs 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 nipsBeing so good at building ships

The yards would still be open on the clydeAnd it can't be much fun for themBeneath the rising sunWith all their kids committing suicideWhat have we done Maggie what have we doneWhat have we done to EnglandShould 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 pastsSome brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lostA warning to anyone still in commandOf their possible future to take careIn derelict sidings the poppies entwineWith 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 smileHaunting her face like a cheap hotel signHer cold eyes imploring the men in their macsFor the gold in their bags or the knives in their backsStepping up boldly one put out his handHe 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 handShown how to feel good and told to feel badTongue tied and terrified we learned how to prayNow our feelings run deep and cold as the clayAnd strung out behind us the banners and flagsOf 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 feetWhat do you do to make ends meet ?

TeachMake them mad, make them sad, make them add two and twoMake them me, make them you, make them do what you want them toMake them laugh, make them cry, make them lay down and die

The Hero's Return Jesus Jesus what's it all aboutTrying to clout these little ingrates into shapeWhen I was their age all the lights went outThere was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies overDresden at angels one fiveThough they'll never fathom it behind mySarcasm desperate memories lie

Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep,Good 'cos that's the only time that I can really speak to youAnd there is something that I've locked awayA memory that is too painfulTo withstand the light of day

When we came back from the war the banners andFlags hung on everyone's doorWe danced and we sang in the street andThe church bells rangBut burning in my heartMy memory smoulders onOf the gunners dying words on the intercom

The Gunners Dream Floating down through the cloudsMemories come rushing up to meet me nowBut in the space between the heavensAnd the corner of some foreign fieldI had a dreamI had a dreamGoodbye MaxGoodbye MaAfter the service when you're walking slowly to the carAnd the silver in her hair shines in the cold november airYou hear the tolling bellAnd touch the silk in your lapelAnd as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the Band

You take her frail handAnd hold on to the dream

A place to stayEnough to eatSomewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the streetWhere you can speak out loudAbout your doubts and fearsAnd what's more no-one ever disappearsYou never hear their standard issue kicking in your doorYou can relax on both sides of the tracksAnd maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote controlAnd everyone has recourse to the lawAnd no-one kills the children any moreAnd no-one kills the children any more

Night after nightGoing round and round my brainHis dream is driving me insaneIn the corner of some foreign fieldThe gunner sleeps tonightWhat's done is doneWe cannot just write off his final sceneTake heed of his dreamTake heed

Paranoid Eyes Button your lip and don't let the shield slipTake a fresh grip on your bullet proof maskAnd if they try to break down your disguise with their questionsYou can hide hide hideBehind paranoid eyes

You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jarFixing your grin as you casually lean on the barLaughing too loud at the rest of the worldWith the boys in the crowdYou can hide hide hideBehind petrified eyes

You believed in their stories of fame fortune and gloryNow you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle-ageThe pie in the sky turned out to be miles too highAnd you hide hide hideBehind brown and mild eyes

Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert Brezhnev took AfghanistanBegin took BeirutGaltieri took the Union JackAnd maggie over lunch one dayTook a cruiser with all handsApparently to make him give it back

The Fletcher Memorial Home Take all your overgrown infants away somewhereAnd build them a home a little place of their ownThe fletcher memorialHome for incurable tyrants and kings

And they can appear to themselves every dayOn closed circuit T.V.To make sure they're still realIt's the only connection they feelLadies and gentlemen, please welcomeReagan and HaigMr. Begin and friendMrs. Thatcher and paisleyMr. Brezhnev and partyThe ghost of MccarthyThe memories of NixonAnd now adding colour a group of anonymousLatin-american meat packing glitterati"

Did they expect us to treat them with any respectThey can polish their medals and sharpen their smilesAnd amuse themselves playing games for a whileBoom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eyeWith their favourite toysThey'll be good girls and boysIn the fletcher memorial home for colonialWasters 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 45And no one spoke and no one smiledThere were too many spaces in the lineGathered at the cenotaphAll agreed with hand on heartTo sheath the sacrificial knifesBut now

She stands upon southampton dockWith her handkerchiefAnd her summer frock clingsTo her wet body in the rainIn quiet desperation knucklesWhite upon the slippery reinsShe bravely waves the boys goodbye again

And still the dark stain spreads betweenTheir shoulder bladesA mute reminder of the poppy fields and gravesAnd when the fight was overWe spent what they had madeBut in the bottom of our heartsWe felt the final cut

The Final Cut Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyesI can barely define the shape of this moment in timeAnd far from flying high in clear blue skiesI'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide

If you negotiate the minefield in the driveAnd beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyesAnd if you make it past the shotguns in the hallDial the combination, open the priestholeAnd if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall

There's a kid who had a big hallucinationMaking love to girls in magazinesHe wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faithCould anybody love himOr is it just a crazy dreamAnd if I show you my dark sideWill you still hold me tonight

And if I open my heart to youAnd show you my weak sideWhat would you doWould you sell your story to rolling stoneWould you take the children awayAnd leave me aloneAnd smile in reassuranceAs you whisper down the phoneWould you send me packingOr would you take me home

Thought I had to bare my naked feelingsThought I had to tear the curtain downI held the blade in trembling handsPrepared to make it but just then the phone rangI never had the nerve to make the final cut

Not Now John Fuck all that we've got to get on with theseGot to compete with the wily japaneseThere's too many home fires burningAnd not enough treesSo fuck all thatWe've got to get on with these

Can't stop lose job mind gone siliconWhat bomb get away pay day make hayBreak down need fix big sixClickity click hold on oh noBrrring bingo !

Make'em laugh make'em cry make'em dance in the aislesMake'em pay make'em stay make'em feel O.K.

Not now JohnWe've got to get on with the film showHollywood waits at the end of the rainbowWho cares what it's aboutAs long as the kids goSo not now JohnWe've got to get on with the showHang on JohnI've got to get on with thisI don't know what it isBut it fits on here like...

Come at the end of the shiftWe'll go and get pissedBut not now JohnI've got to get on with this

Hold on JohnI think there's something good onI used to read books but...It could be the newsOr some other abuseOr it could be reusable shows

Fuck all that we've got to get on with theseGot to compete with the wily japaneseNo need to worry about the vietnameseGot to bring the russian bear to his kneesWell, may be not the russian bearMay be the swedesWe showed ArgentinaNot let's go and show theseMake us feel toughAnd wouldn't maggie be pleasedNah nah nah nah nah nah !

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

Two Suns In The Sunset In my rear view mirror the sun is going downSinking behind bridges in the roadAnd I think of all the good thingsThat we have left undoneAnd I suffer premonitionsConfirm suspicionsOf the holocaust to come

The rusting wire that holds the corkThat keeps the anger inGives wayAnd suddenly it's day againThe sun is in the eastEven though the day is doneTwo suns in the sunset

HmmmCould be the human race is runLike the moment when the brakes lockAnd you slide towards the big truckYou stretch the frozen moments with your fearAnd you'll never hear their voicesAnd you'll never see their facesYou have no recourse to the law anymore

And as the windshield meltsMy tears evaporateLeaving only charcoal to defendFinally I understandThe feelings of the fewAshes and diamondsFoe and friendWe were all equal in the end

Album: A Momentary Lapse of Reason [1987]Tracks 6 01 Learning To Fly. 02 The Dogs Of War. 03 One Slip. 04 On The Turning Away. 05 Yet Another Movie. 06 Sorrow.

Learning To Fly. Into the distanse, ribbon of blackStretched to the point of no turning backA flight of fancy on a wind swept fieldStanding alone my senses reeledA fatal attraction holding me fast, howCan I escape this irresistable grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skyTongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit.I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wingsUnheeded warnings. I thought I thought of everythingNo navigator to goide my way home

Unladened. empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to flyCondition grounded but determined to tryCan't keep my eyes from the circling skiesTongue-tied & twisted just an eath-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 flyOut of the corner of my watering eyeA dream unthreatened by the morning lightCould blow this soul right through the roof of theNight.

There's no sensation to compare with this,Suspended animation, a state of blissCan't keep my eyes from the circling skyTongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit.I

The Dogs Of War. Dogs of war and men of hateWith no cause, we don't diskriminateDiscovery is to be disownedOur currency is flesh and boneHell opened up and put on saleGather round and haggleFor hard cache, we will lie and deceiveEven our masters don't know the webs we weave.

One world, it's a battlegroundOne world, and we will smash it downOne world ... one world.

Invisible transfers, long distence calls,Hollow laughter in marble hallsSteps have been taken, a silent uproarHas unleashed the dogs of warYou can't stop what has begunSigned, sealed, they deliver oblivionWe all have a dark side, to say the leastAnd dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it's a battlegroundOne world, and they smash it down

One world ... one world.

The dogs of war don't negotiateThe dogs of war won't capitulate,They will take and you will give,And you must die so that they may liveYou can knock at any door,But wherever you go, you know they've been thereBeforeWell winners can lose and things can get strainedBut whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it's a battlegroundOne world are we goung to smash it down?One world ... one world.

One Slip. A restless eye across a waery roomA glazed look and I was on the road to ruinThe music played and played as we whirled without endNo hint, no word her honour to defend.

I will, I will she sighted to my requestAnd then she tossed her mane while my resolve was putTo the testThen drowned in desire, our souls on fireI led the way to the funeral pyreAnd without thought of the consequenceI gave in to my decadence

One slip, and down the hole we fall,It seems to take no time at allA momentary lapse of reasonThat binds a life for lifeA 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 in the hand of fate, that seemed to fit justLike a glove?The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sownThe year grew late and neither one wanted to remainAlone

One slip, and down the hole we fall,

It seems to take no time at allA momentary lapse of reasonThat binds a life to a lifeThe one regret, you will never forget,There'll be no sleep in here tonightOne slip ... One slip

On The Turning Away. On the turning awayFrom the pale and downtroddenAnd words they sayWhich we won't understand"Dont accept that what's happeningIs just a case of other'sufferingOr you'll find that you're joining inThe turning away"

It's a sin that somehowLight is changing to shadowAnd casting it's shroudOver all we have knownUnaware how the ranks have grownDriven on by heart of stoneWe could find that we're all aloneIn the dream of the proud

On the wings of the nightAs the daytime is stirringWhere the speechless uniteIn a silent accordUsing words you will find us strangeAnd mesmerised as they light the flameFeel the new wind of changeOn the wings of the night

No more turning awayFrom the weak and the wearyNo more turning awayFrom the coldness insideJust a world that we all must shareIt's not enough just to stand and stareIs it only a dream that there'll be,No more turning away?

Yet Another Movie.

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

A man who ran: A child who criedA girl who heard, a voice that liedThe sun that burned a fiery redThe vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so touchShe'll soon submit, she's had enoughThe march of fate, the broken willSomeone is lying very still

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

And still this geaseless murmuring,The babling that I brook,The seas of faces, eyes upraisedThe empty screen, the vacant look

A man in black on a snow white horse,A pointless life has run its cource,The red rimmed eyes, the tears still runAs the fades into the setting sun

A New Machine (Part 1).

I have allways been hereI have allways looked out from behind these eyesIt feels like more than a lifetimeFeels like more than a lifetime

Sometimes I get tired of the waitingSometimes I get tired of being in hereIs 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 allways be hereI will allways look out from behind these eyesIt's only a lifetimeIt's only a lifetimeIt's only a lifetime

Sorrow. The sweet smell of great sorrow lies over the landPlumes 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 paradiseIn his youth or a dream, he can't be preciseHe's chained forever to a world that's departedIt's not enough.It's not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with frightHis knees have trembled & given way in the nightHis hand has weakened at the moment of truthHis step has faltered

One world, one soul,Time pass, the river rolls.

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedicationAnd silent replies that swirl invitationFlow dark and troubled to an oily seaA grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this nightAnd there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sightAnd silence that speaks so much louder than words,Of promises broken

Album: The Division Bell [1994]Tracks 11 01 Cluster One

02 What Do You Want From Me 03 Poles Apart 04 Marooned 05 A Great Day For Freedom 06 Wearing The Inside Out 07 Take It Back 08 Coming Back To Life 09 Keep Talking 10 Lost For Words 11 High Hopes Cluster One (Instrumental)

What Do You Want From Me As you look around this room tonightSettle in your seat and dim the lightsDo you want my blood, do you want my tearsWhat do you wantWhat do you want from meShould I sing until I can't sing any morePlay these strings until my fingers are rawYou're so hard to pleaseWhat do you want from me

Do you think that I know something you don't knowWhat do you want from meIf I don't promise you the answers would you goWhat do you want from meShould I stand out in the rainDo you want me to make a daisy chain for youI'm not the one you needWhat do you want from me

You can have anything you wantYou can drift, you can dream, even walk on waterAnything you want

You can own everything you seeSell your soul for complete controlIs that really what you need

You can lose yourself this nightSee inside there is nothing to hide

Turn and face the light

What do you want from me

Poles Apart Did you know . . . it was all going to go so wrong for youAnd did you see it was all going to be so right for meWhy did we tell you thenYou were always the golden boy thenAnd that you'd never lose that light in your eyes

Hey you . . . did you ever realise what you'd becomeAnd did you see that it wasn't only me you were running fromDid you know all the time but it never bothered you anywayLeading the blind while I stared out the steel in your eyes

The rain fell slow, down on all the roofs of uncertaintyI thought of you and the years and all the sadness fell away from meAnd did you know . . .

I never thought that you'd lose that light in your eyes

Marooned (Instrumental)

A Great Day For Freedom On the day the wall came downThey threw the locks onto the groundAnd with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall cane downThe Ship of Fools had finally run agroundPromises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my sideNo warmth, not even pride remainedAnd even though you needed meIt was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by dayAs friends and neighbours turn awayAnd there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sandsWhile nations wash their bloodied handsOf loyalty, of history, in shades of gray

I woke to the sound of drumsThe music played, the morning sun streamed inI turned and I looked at youAnd all but the bitted residue slipped away . . . slipped away

Wearing The Inside Out From morning to night I stayed out of sightDidn't recognise I'd becomeNo more than alive I'd barely surviveIn a word . . . overrun

Won't hear a sound He's curled into the cornerFrom my mouth But still the screen is flickeringI've spent too long With and endless stream of garbage toOn the inside out ... curse the placeMy skin is cold In a sea of random imagesTo the human touch The self-destructing animalThis bleeding heart's Waiting for the waves to breakNot beating much

I murmured a vow of silence and nowI don't even hear when I think aloudExtinguished by light I turn on the nightWear its darkness with an empty smile

I'm creeping back to lifeMy nervous system all awayI'm wearing the inside out

Look at him nowHe's paler somehowBut he's coming roundHe's starting to chokeIt's been so long since he spokeWell he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can seeClear through the clouds that covered meJust give it time then speak my nameNow we can hear ourselves again

I'm holding out He's standing on the thresholdFor the day Caught in fiery angerWhen all the clouds And hurled into the furnace he'llHave blown away . . . curse the placeI'm with you now He's torn in all directionsCan speak your name And still the screen is flickeringNow we can hear Waiting for the flames to breakOurselves again

Take It Back Her love rains down on me easy as the breezeI listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the seaI was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desireWe were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire

She could take it back, she might take it back some day

So I spy on her, I lie to her, I make promises I cannot keepThen I hear her laughter rising, rising from the deepAnd I make her prove her love to me, I take all that I can takeAnd I push her to the limit to see if she will break

She might take it back, she could take it back some day

Now I have seen the warnings, screaming from all sidesIt's easy to ignore them and G-d knows I've triedAll of this temptation, it turned my faith to liesUntil I couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide

She can take it back, she will take it back some day

She can take it back, she will take it back some day

She will take it back, she will take it back some day

Coming Back To Life Where were you when I was burned and brokenWhile the days slipped by from my window watchingWhere were you when I was hurt and I was helplessBecause the things you say and the things you do surround meWhile you were hanging yourself on someone else's wordsDying to believe in what you heardI was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in timeWhile the seeds of life and the seeds of change were plantedOutside the rain fell dark and slowWhile I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastimeI took a heavenly ride through our silenceI knew the moment had arrivedFor killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silenceI knew the waiting had begunAnd headed straight . . . into the shining sun

Keep Talking "For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals [1]Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imaginationWe learned to talk"

There's a silence surrounding meI can't seem to think straightI'll sit in the cornerNo one can bother meI think I should speak now Why won't you talk to meI can't seem to speak now You never talk to meMy words won't come out right What are you thinkingI feel like I'm drowning What are you feelingI'm feeling weak now Why won't you talk to meBut I can't show my weakness You never talk to meI sometimes wonder What are you thinkingWhere do we go from here What are you feeling

"It doesn't have to be like thisAll we need to do is make sure we keep talking"

Why won't you talk to me I feel like I'm drowningYou never talk to me You know I can't breathe nowWhat are you thinking We're going nowhereWhat are you feeling We're going nowhereWhy won't you talk to meYou never talk to meWhat are you thinkingWhere do we go from here

"It doesn't have to be like thisAll we need to do is make sure we keep talking"

Lost For Words I was spending my time in the doldrumsI was caught in a cauldron of hateI felt persecuted and paralysedI thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemiesEngulfed in a fever of spiteBeyond your tunnel vision reality fadesLike shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to cautionIs not going to help at allBecause there'll be no safety in numbersWhen the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?Stuck in a word of isolationWhile the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemiesAnd I ask could we wipe the slate cleanBut they tell me to please go fuck myselfYou know you just can't win

High Hopes Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were youngIn a world of magnets and miraclesOur thoughts strayed constantly and without boundaryThe ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the CausewayDo they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footstepsRunning before time took our dreams awayLeaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the groundTo a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greenerThe light was brighterWith friends surroundedThe nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind usTo a glimpse of how green it was on the other sideSteps taken forwards but sleepwalking back againDragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurledWe reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambitionThere's a hunger still unsatisfiedOur weary eyes still stray to the horizonThough down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greenerThe light was brighterThe taste was sweeterThe nights of wonderWith friends surroundedThe dawn mist glowingThe water flowingThe endless river

Forever and ever

Notes:

[1] The CD lyrics say "...just like animals."The complete Hawking speach from the BT advert is as follows:

For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals.The something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination.We learned to talk.And we learned to listen.Speech has allowed the communication of ideas, enabling human beingsto work together.To build the impossible.Mankind's greatest achievements have come about by talking.And it's greatest failures by NOT talking.IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!Our greatest hopes could become reality in the future.With the technology at our disposal, the possibilities are unbounded.All we need to do is ...make sure ...we keep...

t a l k i n g .

Album: Singles and Other Rare Songs Tracks 27 01 Arnold Layne 02 Candy And A Currant Bun 03 See Emily Play 04 Apples And Oranges 05 Paint Box 06 It Would Be So Nice 07 Julia Dream 08 Point Me At The Sky 09 Careful With That Axe, Eugene 10 Scream Thy Last Scream 11 Vegetable Man 12 Lucy Leave 13 King Bee 14 Biding My Time 15 Embryo 16 Hollywood 17 Theme (Beat Version) 18 Seabirds 19 Fingal's Cave 20 Oneone 21 Rain In The Country 22 Mademoiselle Knobs 23 Heart Beat, Pig Meat 24 Crumbling Land 25 Come In Number 51, Your Time Is Up 26 What Shall We Do Now? 27 When The Tigers Broke Free (Waters)

Arnold Layne (Barrett)

Arnold Layne had a strange hobbyCollecting clothesMoonshine washing lineThey suit him fineOn the wall hung a tall mirrorDistorted view, see through baby blueOh, Arnold LayneIt's not the same, takes two to know

Two to know, two to knowWhy can't you see?Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person.They gave him timeDoors bang - chain gang - he hates itOh, Arnold LayneIt's not the same, takes two to knowTwo to know, two to knowWhy can't you see?Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Don't do it again

Candy And A Currant Bun (Barrett)

Oh my, girl sitting in the sunGo buy, candy and a currant bunI like, to see you runLike that......

Oooh, don't talk to mePlease just fuck with mePlease you know I'm feeling frail

It's true, sun shining very brightIt's you, who I'm gonna love tonightIce cream, taste good in the afternoonIce cream, taste good if you eat it soon

Oooh, don't touch me childPlease you know you drive me wildPlease you know I'm feeling frail

Don't try another catDon't go where other you must know whyVery very very frail

Oh my, girl sitting in the sunGo buy, candy and a currant bunI like, to see you runLike that......

See Emily Play (Barrett)

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah oohShe often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrowThere is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'll lose your mind and playFree games for maySee Emily playSoon after dark Emily cries, ah oohGazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrowThere is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'll lose your mind and playFree games for maySee Emily playPut on a gown that touches the ground, ah oohFloat on a river forever and ever, EmilyThere is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'll lose your mind and playFree games for maySee Emily play

Apples And Oranges (Barrett)

Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocketFeeling good at the topShopping in sharp shoesWalking in the sunshine town feeling very coolBut the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket storesGetting everything she wants from the supermarket storesApples and orangesApples and oranges

Cornering neatly she trips up sweetlyTo meet the peopleShe's on time againAnd thenI catch her by the eye then I stop and have to thinkWhat a funny thing to do 'cause I'm feeling very pinkApples and orangesApples and oranges

I love sheShe loves meSee youSee you

Thought you might to knowI'm the lorry driver manShe's on the runDown by the river sidefeeding ducks by the afternoon tide(quack quack)Apples and orangesApples and orangesApples and oranges

Paint Box (Wright)

Last night I had too much to drinkSitting in a club with so many foolsPlaying to rulesTrying to impress but feeling rather emptyI had another drinkDrink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink

What a way to spend that eveningThey all turn up with their friendsPlaying the gameBut in the scene I should have beenFar awayAway - away - away - away - awayGetting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene beforeI open the door to an empty roomThen I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaksShe would very much like to go out to a showSo what can I do - I can't think what to sayShe sees through anywayAway - away - away - away - away

Out of the front door I goTraffic's moving rather slowArriving late, there she waitsLooking very angry, as cross as she can beBe - a - be - a - be - a - be - a - be

Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene beforeI open the door to an empty roomThen I forget

It Would Be So Nice (Wright)

It would be so niceIt would be so niceIt would be so niceTo meet, sometime

Everybody wakes, and in the morningHot tea and can't stop yawningPass the butter please.Have you ever read the Daily Standard?Reading all about the plane that's landedUpside down?

And no one knows what I did todayThere can be no other wayBut I would just like to say

It would be so niceIt would be so niceIt would be so niceTo meet sometimeIt would be so niceIt would be so niceIt would be so niceTo meet sometime

Everybody cares about the weatherAnd everybody should know betterWhat a waste of timeEverybody lives beneath the ceilingLiving out a dream that sends them reelingTo a distant place

But no one knows what I did todayThere can be no other wayBut I would just like to say

It would be so niceIt would be so niceIt would be so nice

To meet sometimeIt would be so niceIt would be so niceIt would be so niceTo meet sometimeIt would be so niceIt would be so niceIt would be so niceTo meet sometime

Julia Dream (Waters)

Sunlight bright upon my pillowLighter than an eiderdownWill she let the weeping willowWind his branches roundJulia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreamsEvery night I turn the light out

Waiting for the velvet brideWill the scaly armadilloFind me where I'm hidingJulia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreamsWill the misty master break meWill the key unlock my mindWill the following footsteps catch meAm I really dyingJulia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams

Point Me At The Sky (Waters)

Hey, Eugene,This is Henry McCleanAnd I've finished my beautiful flying machineAnd I'm ringing to sayThat I'm leaving and maybeYou'd like to fly with meAnd hide with me, baby

Isn't it strangeHow little we changeIsn't it sad we're insanePlaying the games that we know and in tearsThe games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and ....

Pointing to the cosmic glider"Pull this plastic glider higherLight the fuse and stand right back"He cried "This is my last goodbye."

Point me at the sky and tell it flyPoint me at the sky and tell it flyPoint me at the sky and tell it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and fiveI hope you're exceedingly thinFor if you are stout you will have to breathe outWhile the people around you breathe in

People pressing on might sayIt's something that I hate to sayI'm slipping down to eat the groundA little refuge on my brain

Point me at the sky and tell it flyPoint me at the sky and tell it flyPoint me at the sky and tell it fly

And all we've got to say to you is goodbyeIt's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's goodbyeNobody cry, it's goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbye......

Careful With That Axe, Eugene (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)

(Instrumental)Unreleased songs

Scream Thy Last Scream (Barrett)

Scream thy last scream old woman with a casketBlam blam your pointers point your pointersWhat'll be to crunch in your sistersShe'll be scrubbing bubbles on all fours

Scream thy last scream old woman with a casketFling your arms madly old lady with a daughterFlack chap chau fauses, mouses, houses

Flittin and hittin and fittin quack quack

Watching the teley till all hours big timeFling your arms madly old lady with a daughter

Scream thy last scream old woman with a casketBlam blam your pointers point your pointersWhat'll be coming to crunch in your sistersShe'll be scrubbing bubbles on all fours

Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket

Vegetable Man (Barrett)

In yellow shoes I get the bluesThough I walk the streets with my plastic feetWith my blue velvet trousers, make me feel pinkThere's a kind of stink about blue velvet trousersIn my paisley shirt I look a jerkAnd my turquoise waistcoat is quite out of sightBut oh oh my haircut looks so badVegetable man how are you?

So I've changed my dear, and I find my knees,And I covered them up with the latest cut,And my pants and socks all point in a box,They don't make long of my nylon socks,The watch, black watchMy watch with a black faceAnd a big pin, a little hole,And all the lot is what I got,It's what I wear, it's what you see,It must be me, it's what I am,Vegetable man.

I've been looking all over the place for a place for me,But it ain't anywhere, it just ain't anywhere.Vegetable man, vegetable man,He's the kind of person, you just gonna see him if you can,Vegetable man.

Lucy Leave (Barrett)

Leave, when I ask you to leave, Lucy

Please, far away from me, LucyOh, go little girlSeen, is (oh so) broken up about you, LucyMean, treat me and done me harm, LucyBeen, in love with you and your charms, LucyOh, go little girlI'm in love with you, Lucy

You got my heartYou got my heart, oh no!You tear me apartYou just won't let me goYou hold on so tight, so tight I just can't breathNow Lucy leave, Lucy

Leave, when I ask you to leave, little girlPlease, far away from me, little girlYeah! go little girlSeen, is (oh so) broken up about you, LucyYeah!Go.

King Bee (Slim Harpo (1957))

Well, I'm a King BeeBuzzing around your hiveYes, I'm a King Bee, childBuzzing around your hive

I can make good honeyLet me come insideI'm young and ableTo buzz all night longYou know I'm young and ableTo buzz all night long

When you hear me buzz, little girlYou know some stinging's going on(Well, buzz some) I'll sting (yeah)

Well, I'm a King BeeCan buzz all night longYes I'm a King BeeCan buzz all night long

Well, I buzz better baby,When your man is gone.

Biding My Time (Waters)(released only on Relics)

Wasting my time,Resting my mindAnd I'll never pineFor the sad days and the bad daysWhen we was workin' from nine to five.And if you don't mindI'll spend my timeHere by the fire sideIn the warm light of her eyes.And if you don't mindI'll spend my timeHere by the fire sideIn the warm light of her eyes.

Embryo (Waters)(released only on Works)

All this loveIs all I am,A ball is all I am.I'm so newCompared to youAnd I am very small.Warm glow,Moon glow,

Always need a little more room.Waiting here,Seems like years,Never see the light of day.

All aroundI hear strange soundsCome gurgling in my ear.Red the lightAnd dark the night

I feel my dawn is near.Warm glow,Moon glow,Always need a little more room.Whisper lowHere I go,I will see the sunshine show..["Hollywood," "Theme (Beat Version)" and "Seabirds" areall unreleased songs from the More sessions. It is notknown if they were ever recorded, but they were copyrighted.]

Hollywood (Gilmour)

(Instrumental)

Theme (Beat Version) (Waters, Mason, Wright, Gilmour)

(Instrumental)

Seabirds (Waters)

Mightly waves come crashing down,The spray is lashing high into the eagle's eyeShrieking as it cuts the devil wind,is calling sailors to the deepBut I can hear the sound of seabirds in my earSurf is high an' the sea is awashAn' a haze of candy floss, glitter and beadsRock that we sat on and watched in the sunThat was hot to touchAnd the sea was emerald greenI can hear the sound of seabirds in my earAnd I can see you smileSurf comes rushing up the beachNow will it reach the castle waal and will it fallCatfish dappled silver flashingDogfish puffing bubbles in my deep

Zabriskie Point outtakes

Fingal's Cave

(Instrumental)

Oneone

(Instrumental)

Rain In The Country (Instrumental)

Mademoiselle Knobs (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)(From the Pompeii film)

(Instrumental)Zabriskie Point

Heart Beat, Pig Meat (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

(Instrumetal)

Crumbling Land (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mineIn a smile I saw a single needle in the skyWheeling, soaring, gliding by

On a hill a little man with many shining thingsShiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond ringsWining, dining, shining king

And the eagle flies in clear blue skysBreathing in the clear blue airBack here on the ground another dealer coughs and diesAnd fifty more come rolling offThe Ford production line

Then a man appearing like up in our on the sandIn his hand a moving picture of the crumbling landScreaming, scheming, movie man

Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blowsClose your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise riseClimbing, higher, to the sky

Climbing all the birds a lake the dove the liesOn the finger of the kingOn high the eagle spies the glitter of a gunAnd wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun

Come In Number 51, Your Time Is Up (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

(Instrumental)Songs only in the Wall movie :

What Shall We Do Now? (Waters)

What shall we use to fill the empty spacesWhere waves of hunger roar?Shall we set out across the sea of facesIn search of more and more applause?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 as pets?Train dogs?Race rats?Fill the attic with cash?Bury treasure?Store up leisure?But never relax at allWith our backs to the wall.

When The Tigers Broke Free (Waters) It was just before dawnOne miserable morning in black 'forty four.When the forward commanderWas told to sit tightWhen he asked that his men be withdrawn.And the Generals gave thanksAs the other ranks held backThe enemy tanks for a while.And the Anzio bridgeheadWas held for the priceOf a few hundred ordinary lives.

And old King GeorgeSent Mother a noteWhen he heard that father was gone.It was, I recall,In the form of a scroll,With gold leaf and all.And I found it one dayIn a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.And my eyes still grow damp to rememberHis Majesty signedWith his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.There was frost in the groundWhen the tigers broke free.And no one survivedFrom the Royal Fusiliers Company C.They were all left behind,Most of them dead,The rest of them dying.And that's how the High CommandTook my daddy from me.