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Song "Pink Floyd"

                         ATOM HEART MOTHER - 1970

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


                  IF

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

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

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

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


                  SUMMER '68

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

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

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


                  FAT OLD SUN

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

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

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

                         ANIMALS - 1977


                  PIGS ON THE WING (Part One)

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


                  DOGS

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

             And after a while,
             You can work on points for style
             Like the club tie,and the firm handshake,
             A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
             You have to be trusted
             By the people that you lie to,
             So that when they turn their backs on you
             You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
 
             You gotta keep one eye
             Looking over you 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, all alone,
             Dragged down by the Stone.
     
             I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
             Sometimes it seems to me
             As if I'm just being used.
             Gotta stay awake,gotta try
             And shake off this creeping malaise.
             If I don't stand my own ground,
             How can I find my own way out of this maze ?
         
             Deaf, dumb and blind,
             You just keep on pretending
             That everyone's expendable
             And no one has a real friend.
             And it seems to you the thing to do
             Would be to isolate the winner.
             And everything's done under the sun,
             And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
 
             Who was born in a house full of pain.
             Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
             Who was told what to do by the man.
             Who was broken by trained personnel.
             Who was fitted with collar and chain.
             Who was given a path on the back.
             Who was breaking away from the pack.
             Who was only a stranger at home.
             Who was ground down in the end.
             Who was found dead on the phone.
             Who was dragged down by the stone.
   

                  PIGS ON THE WING ( three different ones )

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

                  SHEEP

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

             What do you get for pretending
             The dangers not real.
             Meek and obedient you follow the leader
             Down well trodden corridors,
             Into the valley of steel.
             What a surprise !
             A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
             Now things are really what they seem,
             No, this is not bad dream.
     
             THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. I SHALL NOT WANT
             HE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIE
             THOUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH ME
             THE SILENT WATERS BY
             WITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASETH MY SOUL
             HE MAKETH ME TO HANG ON HOOKS IN HIGH PLACES.
             HE CONVERTETH ME TO LAMB CUTLETS.
             FOR LO, HE HATH GREAT POWER, AND GREAT HUNGER.
             WHEN COMETH THE DAY WE LOWLY ONES
             THROUGH QUIET REFLECTION, AND GREAT DEDICATION,
             MASTER THE ART OF KARATE.
             LO, WE SHALL RISE UP,
             AND THEN WE'LL MAKE THE BUGGERS' EYES WATER.
   
             Bleating and babbling i fell on his neck with a scream.
             Wave upon wave of demented avengers
             March cheerfully out of obscurity
             Into the dream.
             Have you heard the news ?
             The dogs are dead !
             You better stay home
             And do as you're told.
             Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
 
 
                    PIGS ON THE WING (part two)

             You know that I care what happens to you,
             And I know that you care for me, too
             So I don't feel alone.
             Or the weight of the stone,
             Now that I've found somewhere safe
             To bury my bone.
             And any fool knows a Dog need a home,
             A shelter from pigs on the wing.
 
                         THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON - 1973

              1. Speak to me (Mason)
              2. Breathe (Waters,Gilmour,Wright)
              3. On the Run (Gilmour,Waters)
              4. Time (Mason,Waters,Wright,Gilmour)
              5. The Great Gig in the Sky (Wright)
              6. Money (Waters)
              7. Us and them (Waters,Wright)
              8. Any colour you like (Gilmour,Mason,Wright)
              9. Brain Damage (Waters)
             10. Eclipse (Waters)


                  BREATHE

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

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


                  TIME

    Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
    You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
    Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
    Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

    Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
    You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
    And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
    No one told you when to run,you missed the starting gun

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

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


                  Breathe reprise

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


                  MONEY

             Money,get away
             Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
             Money it's a gas
             Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
             New car,caviar,four star day dream
             Think I'll buy me a football team
             Money get back
             I'm all right Jack keep your hands of my stack.
             Money it's a hit
             Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
             I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
             And I think I need a lear jet
             Money it's a crime
             Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
             Money so they say
             Is the root of all evil today
             But  if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're
             giving none away


                  US AND THEM      
                               
             Us,and them
             And after all we're only ordinary men
             Me,and you
             God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
             Forward he cried from the rear
             and the front rank died
             And the general set and the lines on the map
             moved from side to side
             Black and blue
             And who knows which is which and who is who
             Up and down
             And in the end it's only round and round and round
             Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
             the poster bearer cried
             Listen son,said the man with the gun
             There's room for you inside

             Down and Out
             It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
             With,without
             And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about
             Out of the way,it's a busy day
             I've got things on my mind
             For want of the price of tea and a slice
             The old man died


                  BRAIN DAMAGE

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

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

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

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

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

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

 
                  Eclipse

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

       All songs composed by Roger Waters

       Copyright 1983 by Pink Floyd music publisher ltd.,London.
       Published and administered in the
       U.S.A. by unichappel music,inc.(bmi) international
       A requiem to the post war dream by Roger Waters
       Perfomed by Pink Floyd  David Gilmour  Nick Mason  Roger Waters


                        T H E   F I N A L   C U T  


                  The Post War Dream

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


                  Your Possible Pasts

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

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

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

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

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

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


                  One Of The Few

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


                  The Hero's Return

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

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

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

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


                  The Gunners Dream

             Floating down through the clouds
             Memories come rushing up to meet me now
             In the space between the heavens
             And in the corner of some foreign field
             I had a dream
             I had a dream
             Goodbye Max
             Goodbye Ma
             After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
             And the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
             You hear the tolling bell
             And touch the silk in your lapel
             And as tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
             You take her frail hand
             And hold on to the dream

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

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


                  Paranoid Eyes

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

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

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


                  Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert.

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


                  The Fletcher Memorial home

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

             And they can appear to themselves every day
             On closed circuit T.V.
             To make sure they're still real
             It's the only connection they feel
             "Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Reagan and Haig
             Mr.Begin and friends mrs.Thatcher and Paisley
             Mr.Brezhnev and party
             The ghost of McCarthy
             The memories of Nixon
             And now adding colour a group of anonymoume Latin-
             American meat packing glitterati"

             Did they expect us to treat them with any respect

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

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

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


                  Southampton Dock

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

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

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


                  The Final Cut

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

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

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

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

             Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings
             Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
             I held the blade in trembling hands
             Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
             I never had the nerve to make the final cut


                  Not Now John

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

             Cant stop  lose job  mind gone  silicon
             What bomb  get away  pay day  make hay
             Break down  need fix  big six
             Clickity click  hold on  oh no  brrrrrrrrrring bingo!

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

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

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

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

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

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


                  Two Suns In The Sunset

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

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

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

             And as the wind shield melts
             My tears evaporate
             Leaving only charcoal to defend
             Finally I understand
             The feelings of the Few
             Ashes and diamonds
             Foe and friend
             We were all equal in the end



     For Erik Fletcher Waters 1913-1944.

                         MASTERS OF THE ROCK - 1974

             1. Candy and a Current Bun
             2. Apples and Oranges
             3. It Would Be so Nice

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


                  CANDY AND A CURRENT BUN

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

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

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

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

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


                  APPLES AND ORANGES

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

             Apples and oranges
             Apples anf oranges

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

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

             Thought you might like to know
             I'm a lorrydriver man
             She's on the run
             Down by the riverside
             Feeding ducks in the afternoon time


                  IT WOULD BE SO NICE

             It would be so nice to leave some time

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

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

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

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


                           CRUMBLING LAND
                  (soundtrack from ZABRISKIE POINT)

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

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

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

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

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

             By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
             Upon the finger of the king
             On high the eagle flies, that glitter
             All of gold
             Then wheeling in a cloudy sky,
             He flies into the sun


                           EMBRYO
                  (from the bootleg Omayad)

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

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

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

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


                  POINT ME AT THE SKY

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

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

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

             Point me at the sky and let it fly

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

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

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

             Point me at the sky and let it fly


                         MEDDLE - 1971

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


                  ONE OF THESE DAYS

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


                  A PILLOW OF WINDS

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

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

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

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


                  FEARLESS

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

             Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
             Mercyless the magistrate turns round, frowning
             And who's the fool who wears the crown
             Go down in your own way
             And every day is the right day
             And as you rise above the fear-lines
             In his crown
             You look down, hearing the sound
             Of the faces in the crowd

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


                  SAN TROPEZ

             As I reach for a peach, slide a ride
             Down behind a chauffeur in San Tropez
             Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
             Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
             Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
             Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
             Keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling
             If you're alone, I'll come home

             Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove
             Gone with the wind, the rain on an aeroplane
             Owning a home with no silver spoon
             I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
             Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
             I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together
             Speeding away on the wind to a new day
             If you're alone, I'll come home

             And I pause for a while by a country style
             And listen to the things they say
             Digging the gold in a hole in my hand
             Hoping the good, take a look
             At the way things end
             And you're leading me down
             To a place by the sea
             I hear your soft voice calling to me
             Making a date for Rita Pavone
             If you're alone, I'll come home


                  SEAMUS

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


                  ECHOES

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

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

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

                            M O R E - 1 9 6 9

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


                  CIRRUS MINOR

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

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

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

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


                  THE NILE SONG

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

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

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


                  CRYING SONG

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


                  GREEN IS THE COLOUR

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

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

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


                  CYMBALINE

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

             A butterfly with broken wings
             Is falling by your side
             The ravens all are closing in,
             There's nowhere you can hide
             Your manager and agent
             Are both busy on the phone
             Selling coloured photographs
             To magazines back home
             And it's high time, Cymbaline
             Please wake me

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


                  IBIZA BAR

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

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

             I live far enough on a shelf like a dress
             On the end of all that reads like a sad song
             Leaves began to grow beautiful
             And years they began
             And hear me slowly floating lonely
             Flowing down too slow


                         OBSCURED BY CLOUDS - 1972

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


                  BURNING BRIDGES

             Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadow
             Flickering between the lines
             Stolen mormons floating softly on the air
             Gone on wings of fire and climbing higher

             Ancient bulbs are breaking,
             Leaving all and changing sides
             Dreaming of a new day,
             Cast aside the other way
             Magic vision, staring,
             Kindled by burning flames
             Lies in her eyes

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


                  THE GOLD IT'S IN THE...

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

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

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

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


                  WOT'S... UH THE DEAL

             Heaven sent the promised land
             Looks alright from where I stand
             'cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
             Waiting on the first step
             Show me where the key is kept
             Point me down the right line 'cause it's time

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

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

             Fly kite by candle light
             With her by my side
             Wish she prefers we never stir again
             Someone sent the promised land
             Well I grabbed it with both hands
             Now I'm the man of the inside looking out

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


                  CHILDHOOD'S END

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

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

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


                  FREE FOUR

             One two three four

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

             Life is a short warm moment
             And death is a long cold rest
             You get your chance to try
             The twinkling of an eye
             Eighty years with luck or even less

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

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

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


                  STAY

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

             Midnight blue, burning gold
             A yellow moon is growing cold

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

             Morning dews, newborn day
             Midnight blue turned to grey
             Midnight blue, burning gold
             A yellow moon is growing cold.
     

                 THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN - 1967

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

                  ASTRONOMY DOMINE
   
             Lime and limpid green the second scene
             The fights between the blue you once knew
      Floating down the sound resounds
             Around the icy waters underground
             
             Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon there on the run
             Titanian, Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten
         
             Winding signs flap
      Flicker flicker flicker flam pow pow
             Stairways scare and death rules there
             Blindman limpid green the sound
             Surrounds the icy waters on the
             Lime and limpid green the sound
             Sorrounds the icy waters underground


                  LUCIFER SAM

             Lucifer Sam saw your cat
             Always sitting by your side
             Always by your side
             That cat's something I can't explane
 
             Jennifer Gentle you're the witch
             You're the left side, he's the right side
             Oh no
             That cat's something I can't explane
             
             Wouldn't say we're going to see
             Me a hip cat, me a ship's cat
             Somewhere, anywhere
             That cat's something I can't explain
             
             The night is crawling, shifting sand
             Hiding around on the ground
             He'll be bound when you're around
             That cat's something I can't explain


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

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

             You only have to read the lines
             They're scribbled in black
             And everything shines
                       
             Across the stream with wooden shoes
             Bells to tell the king the news
             A thousand misty riders climb up
             Higher once upon a time

             Wandering and dreaming
             The words had different meanings
             Yes they did

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

             Oh mother tell me more
             Tell me more


                  FLAMING

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

             Lazing in the foggy dew
             Sitting on a unicorn
             No fear, you can't hear me
             But I can you

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

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


                  TAKE UP THY STETHOSCOPE AND WALK

             I'm in bed, aching head        
             Gold is red, choke I'm red
             I'm the bread, gold is red
             Jesus bled, pain is red
             Dark room  
             Oh no

             Breeze is slow, you are slow
             Chill grow
             Feeling seems to melt the brain
             Seems to cause a painful brain
             Doctor kindly tell your wife
             That I'm alive
             Flowers thrive
             Realize realize
             Realize


                  THE GNOME

             I want to tell you a story
             About little man
             If I can
             A gnome named Crimble Cromble              
             And little gnomes stay in their homes
             Eating sleeping drinking their wine

             He wore a scarlet tunic
             A blue-green hood
             It looked quite good
             He had a big adventure
             Amidst the grass
             Fresh air at last  
             Wining dining biding the time

             And then on day hurray
             Another way for the gnomes to say hurray

             Look at the sky, look at the river
             Isn't it good
             Look at the sky, look at the river
             Isn't it good
             Winding finding plases to go.


                  CHAPTER 24
       
             A movement is accomplished in six stages
             And the seventh brings return
             The seven is the number of the young light
             It forms when darkness is increased by one

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

             The time is with the month of winter solstice
             When the change is due to come
             Thunder in the early course of heaven
             Things can't be destroyed
             Once and all for all.


                  THE SCARECROW

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

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

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


                  BIKE

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

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

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

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

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

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

                         RELICS - 1971

              1. Arnold Layne
              2. Interstellar Overdrive
              3. See Emily Play
              4. Remember A Day
              5. Julia Dream
              6. Paint Box
              7. Careful with That Axe, Eugene
              8. Cirrus Minor
              9. The Nile Song
             10. Biding My Time
             11. Bike


                  ARNOLD LAYNE

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

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

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

             Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
             Arnold Layne

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

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


                  SEE EMILY PLAY

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

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

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

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


                  PAINT BOX

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

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

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

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

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


                  JULIA DREAM

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

             Julia dream
             Dream that queen
             Queen of all my dreams

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

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


                  BIDING MY TIME

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

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

                      A SAUSERFUL OF SECRETS - 1968

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


                  LET THERE BE MORE LIGHT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                  REMEMBER A DAY

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

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

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

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

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


                      SET THE CONTROLS
                  FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN

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

             Set the controls for the heart of the sun

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

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

             Breaking the shape of his questions for ever
             When the sun will fall in the evening
             Will he remember the lesson I gave him

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


                  CORPORAL CLEGG

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

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

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

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

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


                  SEE-SAW

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

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

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

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


                  JUGBAND BLUES

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

             And I'm wondering who could be
             Writing this song

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

             And the sea isn't green
             And I love the queen
             And what exactly is a dream
             And what exactly is a joke


                         UMMAGUMMA -1969


             Live album:

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


             Studio Album:

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


                  GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS

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

             Hear the knock and hearten
             To the barking of the dog fox
             Gone to ground
             See the splashing of the kingfisher
             Flashing through the water
             And the river of green
             Is sliding unseen beneath the trees
             Laughing as it passes
             Through the endless summer
             Making for the sea

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

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


                  THE NARROW WAY

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

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

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

             All your birds aren't really listening
             Tell them there is life with every morning
             Perhaps today you can when you answer me
             It's clear, it's all nights warning
 All lyrics by roger waters,"young  lust" by david gilmour and
 Pink floyd music pubs.ltd.produced 1979  "the trial" by bob ezrin


                         T H E     W A L L
                       
                  In the flesh ?
                  --------------

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

                  The thin ice
                  ------------
    Mamma loves her baby and daddy loves you too
    And the sea may look warm to you babe and the sky may look blue
    But ooooh babe ooooh baby blue ooooh babe
    If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life
    Dragging behind you the silent reproach of a million tear stained eyes
    Don't be surprised,when a crack in the ice appears under your feet
    You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
    With your fear,flowing out behind you as you claw the thin ice

                  Another brick in the wall   part 1
                  ----------------------------------
        Daddy's flown across the ocean leaving just a memory
        A snapshot in the family album daddy what else did you leave for me
        Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
        All in all it was just a brick in the wall
        All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

                  The happiest days of our lives
                  ------------------------------
     When we grew up and went to school there were certain teachers
     Who would hurt the children anyway they could
     By pouring their devision upon anything we did
     And exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kids
     But in the town it was well known when they got home at night,their fat
     And psychopathic wifes would thrash them within inches of their lives

                  Another brick in the wall  part 2
                  ---------------------------------
        We don't need no education we don't need no thought control
        No dark sarcasm in the classroom teachers leave the kids alone,
        Hey teacher leave us kids alone
        All in all it's just another brick in the wall
        All in all you're just another brick in the wall

                  Mother
                  ------
        Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
        Mother do you think they'll like the song
        Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
        Mother should I build a wall
        Mother should I run for president
        Mother should I trust the government
        Mother will they put me in the firing line
        Mother am I really dying.
        Hush now baby don't you cry

        Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
        Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
        Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
        She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
        Mama's gonna keep baby cosy and warm
        Ooooh babe ooooh babe ooooh babe
        Of course mam'll help build the wall

        Hush now baby,baby don't you cry
        Mama's gonna check all your girl friends for you
        Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
        Mama's gonna wait up till you come in
        Mama will always find out where you've been
        Mama's gonna keep you healthy and clean
        Ooooh babe ooooh babe ooooh babe
        You'll always be a baby to me
        Mother,did it need to be so high.

                  Goodbye  blue sky
                  ------------------
        Ooooooooooooooooooh
        Did you see the frightened ones
        Did you hear the falling bombs
        Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
        When the promise of a brave new world
        Unfouled beheath a clear blue sky
        Ooooooooooooooooooh
        Did you see the frightened ones,did you hear the falling bombs
        The flames are all long-gone but the pain lingers on
        Goodbye blue sky goodbye blue sky goodbye

                  Empty spaces
                  ------------
        What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where
        We used to talk how shall I fill the final places how shall i
        Complete the wall

                  Young lust
                  ----------
    I'm just a new boy a stranger in this town
    Where are all the good times who's gonna show this stranger around ?
    Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
    Will some cold woman in this desert land make me feel like a real man
    Take this rock and roll refuges oooh baby set me free
    Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.

                  One of my turns
                  ---------------
    Day after day,love turns grey like the skin of a dying man
    Night after night,we pretend it's all right
    But I have grown older and you have grown colder
    And nothing is very much fun any more.
    And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
    I feel,cold as a razor blade tight as a tourniquet
    Dry as a funeral drum,run to bedroom,in the suitcase on the left
    You'll find my favourite axe
    Don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase
    Just one of my bad days
    Would you like to watch t.v.? or get between the sheets ?
    Or contemplate the silent freeway ?
    Would you like something to eat ? would you like to learn to fly ?
    Would you like to see me try ? would you like to call  the cops ?
    Do you think it's final I stopped?
    Why are you running away ?

                  Don't leave me now
                  ------------------
        Ooooh babe don't leave me now don't say it's the end of the road
        Remember the flowers I sent I need you babe
        To put through the shreddes in front of my friend
        Ooooh babe don't leave me now how could you go ?
        When you know how I need you
        Tol beat to a pulp on a saturday night
        Ooooh babe don't leave me now how can you treat me this way
        Running away I need you babe ooooooh babe
        Why are you running away ? ooooooh babe !

                  Another brick in the wall  part 3
                  ----------------------------------
        I don't need no arms around me I don't need no drugs to calm me
        I have seen the writing on the wall .
        Don't think I need anything at all
        No don't think I'll need anything at all
        All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
        All in all you were all just bricks in the wall

                  Goodbye , cruel world
                  ---------------------
   Goodbye cruel world I'm leaving you today goodbye goodbye goodbye
   Goodbye all you people there's nothing you can say
   To make me change my mind goodbye.

                  Hey you
                  -------
        Hey you ! out there in the cold getting lonely,
        Getting old,can you feel me
        Hey you ! standing in the aisles
        With itchy feet and fading smiles,can you feel me
        Hey you ! don't help them to to bury the light.
        Don't give in without a fight
        Hey you ! out there on your own sitting naked
        By the phone would you touch me
        Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
        Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
        Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
        Open you heart,i'm coming home
        But it was only fantasy the wall was too high,as you can see
        No matter how he tried he could not break free
        And the worms ate into his brain.
        Hey you ! out there on the road always doing what you're told,
        Can you help me
        Hey you ! out there beyond the wall breaking bottles
        In the hall can you help me
        Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
        Together we stand,divided we fall

                  Is there anybody out there ?
                  ----------------------------
        Is there anybody out there ?

                  Nobody home.
                  ------------
        I've got a little black book with my poems in
        I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
        When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
        I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
        Got those swollen hand blues.
        Got thirteen channels of shit on the t.v. to choose from
        I've got electric light and I've got second sight
        I've got amazing powers of observation and that is how I know
        When I try to get  through on the telephone to you
        There'll be nobody home
        I've got  the obligatory hendrix perm and the inevitable
        Pinhole burns all down the front of my favorite satin shirt
        I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
        I've got a silver spoon on the chain
        I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
        I've got wild staring eyes I've got a strong urge to fly
        But I've got nowhere to fly to
        Ooooh babe when I pick up the phone there's still nobody home
        I've got a pair of gohills boots and I've got fading roots.

                  Vera
                  ----
  Does anybody here remember vera lynn remember how she said
  That we would meet again some sunny day.vera! what has become of you !
  Does anybody else in here feel the way I do ?

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


                   Comfortably numb
                   ----------------
  Hello,is there anybody in there
  Just nod if you can hear me is there anyone at home
  Come on now,i hear you are feeling down
  I can ease your pain and get you on your feet again
  Relax,i'll need some information first
  Just the basic facts can you show me where it hurts
  There is no pain,you are receding a distant ship smoke on the horison
  You are only coming through in waves
  Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
  When I was a child I had a fever my hands felt just like two baloones
  Now  I've got that feeling once again
  I can't explain,you would not understand
  This is not how I am
  I have become comfortably numb
  O.k. just a little pin prick there'll be no more
  Aaaaaaaah !
  But you may feel a little sick
  Can you stand up ? I do believe it's working,good that'll
  Keep you going though the show come on it's time to go
  There is no pain,you are receding
  A distant ship smoke on horizon
  You are only coming through in waves
  Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
  When I was a child,i caught a fleeting glimpse
  Out of the corner of my eye
  I turned to look but it was gone
  I cannot put my finger  on it now
  The child is grown the dream is gone
  And I have become comfortably numb.

                  The show must go on
                  -------------------
Oooh ma oooh pa does the show have to go on oooh pa take me home
Oooh ma let me go do I have to stand up wild eyed in the spot light
What a night mare ! why don't I turn and run
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them take away my soul
Am I too old is it too late oooh ma oooooh pa
Where has the feeling gone ? oooh ma oooh pa
Will I remember the songs ?
The show must go on.

                  In the flesh
                  ------------
        So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
        To feel the warm thrill of confusion that space cadet glow
        I've got some bad news for you,sunshine
        Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
        And they sent us alone as surrogate band
        And were going to find out where your fans really stand
        Are there and queers in the theatre tonight
        Get'em up against the wall there's on in the spotlight
        He don't look right to me get him up against the wall
        That one looks jewish and that one's coon
        Who let all this riff-raff into the room
        There's one smoking a joint and another with spots
        If I had my way I'd have all of you shot

                  Run like hell
                  --------------
   You better run like hell
   You better make your face up in your favorite disguise
   With your button down lips and roller blind eyes
   With your empty smile and your hungry heart
   Feel the bite rising from your guilty past
   With your nerves and tatters when the cockleshell shattens
   And hammers butter
   Down the door you better run like hell
   You better run all day and run all night
   And keep you dirty feelings deep inside.
   And if you take your girl friend out tonight,
   You better park the car well out of sight
   Cos if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her looks
   They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box
   You better run.

                  Waiting for the forms
                  ---------------------
        Ooooh you cannot reach me now ooooh no matter now you try
        Goodbye cruel world it's over walk on by
        Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
        Waiting for the worms to come
        In perfect isolation here behind the wall
        Waiting for the worms to come
        Waiting to cut out the dead wood
        Waiting to clean up the city
        Waiting to follow the worms
        Waiting to put on a black shirt
        Waiting to weed out the weaklings
        Waiting to smash in their windows and kick in their doors
        Waiting for the final solution to strang then the strain
        Waiting to follow the worms
        Waiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
        Waiting for the queens and the coons and the reds and the jews
        Waiting to follow the worms
        Would you like to see britannia rule again my friend
        All you have to do is follow the worm
        Would you like to send our coloured cousins home again my friend
        All you need to do is follow the worms.


                  Stop
                  ----
        Stop ! I wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show
        And I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know
        Have I been guilty all this time

                  The  trial
                  ----------
   Good morning worm you honour the crown will plainly show
   The prisoner who now stands before you
   Was caught red-handed showing feelings
   Showing feelings of an almost human nature shame on him
   This will not do
   Call the shcoolmaster
   I always said he'd come to no good
   In the end your honour if they'd let me have my way
   I could have flayed him into shape
   But my hands were tied
   The bleeding hearts and artists let him get money with murder.
   Let me hammer him today
   Crazy toys in the attic I'm crazy showing confession
   They must have taken my marbles away
   Call the defendans wife
   You little shit,you're in it now I hope they throw away the key
   You should have talked to me more often than you did,but no you
   Had to go your own away.
   Have you broken any homes up lately? "just five minutes worm your honour
   Him and me alone."
   Babe come to mother baby let me hold you in my arms.i never
   Wanted him to get in any trouble.why'd he ever have to leave me.
   Worm your honour let me take him home.
   Crazy over the rainbow I'm crazy  bars in the window
   There must have been a door in the wall when I came in
   Crazy over the rainbow he's crazy
   The evidence before the court is in contravertible,there's no need
   For the jury to retire
   In all my years of judging I have never heard before of some one more
   Deserving the full penalty of law
   The way you made them suffer you exguisite wife and mother
   Fills me with the urge to defecate
    But my friend you have revealed your deepest fear
        I sentance you to be exposed before
                You peers down the wall

                  Out side the wall
                  -----------------
        All alone,or in twos the ones who really love you
        Walk up and down outside the wall
        Some hand in hand some gathering together in bands
        The bleeding hearts and artists make their stand
        And when they're given you their all
        Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy
        Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
 All lyrics by Roger Waters,"young  lust" by David Gilmour and
 Pink Floyd music pubs. ltd. produced 1979  "the trial" by Bob Ezrin


                         T H E     W A L L

                       
                  IN THE FLESH ?

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


                  THE THIN ICE

    Mamma loves her baby
    And Daddy loves you too
    And the sea may look warm to you babe
    And the sky may look blue.
    But Ooooh Babe
    Ooooh Baby blue
    Ooooh Babe.
    If you should go skating
    On the thin ice of mother life
    Dragging behind you the silent reproach
    Of a million tear stained eyes.
    Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
    Appears under your feet.
    You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
    With your fear flowing out behind you
    As you claw the thin ice.


                  ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL  ( part 1 )

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


                  THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES

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


                  ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL  ( part 2 )

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


                  MOTHER

        Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
        Mother do you think they'll like the song
        Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
        Mother should I build a wall
        Mother should I run for president
        Mother should I trust the government
        Mother will they put me in the firing line
        Mother am I really dying.
        Hush now baby don't you cry
        Mama's gonna make all of your
        Nightmares come true
        Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
        Mama's gonna keep you right here
        Under her wing
        She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
        Mama will keep baby cosy and warm
        Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
        Of course mam'll help build the wall.

        Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
        Mama's gonna check all of your girl friends for you
        Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
        Mama's gonna wait up till you come in
        Mama will always find out where
        You've been
        Mama's gonna keep you healthy and clean
        Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
        You'll always be a Baby to me.
        Mother, did it need to be so high.


                  GOODBYE BLUE SKY

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


                  EMPTY SPASES

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


                  YOUNG LUST

    I'm just a new boy
    A stranger in this town
    Where are all the good times
    Who's gonna show this stranger around?
    Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
    Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.
    Will some cold woman in this desert land
    Make me feel like a real man
    Take this rock and roll refugee
    Oooh baby set me free
    Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
    Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.


                  ONE OF MY TURNS

    Day after day love turns grey
    Like the skin of a dying man
    Night after night we pretend it's all right
    But I have grown older and
    You have grown colder
    And nothing is very much fun any more.
    And I can feel one of my turns coming on
    I feel, cold as a razor blade
    Tight as a tourniquet
    Dry as a funeral drum,
    Run to bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
    You'll find my favourite axe
    Don't look so frightened
    This is just a passing phase
    Just one of my bad days.
    Would you like to watch TV?
    Or get between the sheets?
    Or contemplate the silent freeway?
    Would you like something to eat?
    Would you like to learn to fly?
    Would you like to see me try?
    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

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

        Don't leave me now
        How could you go?
        When you know how I need you.
        To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
        Ooooh Babe
        Don't leave me now
        How can you treat me this way
        Running away
        I need you, Babe,
        Why are you running away?
        Ooooooh Babe!


                  ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL  ( part 3 )

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


                  GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD

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


                  HEY YOU

        Hey you! out there in the cold
        Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
        Hey you! standing in the aisles
        With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me?
        Hey you! don't help them to to bury the light
        Don't give in without a fight!
        Hey you! out there on your own,
        Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
        Hey you! with your ear against the wall
        Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me?
        Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
        Open you heart, I'm coming home.
            But it was only fantasy
            The wall was too high, as you can see
            No matter how he tried he could not break free
            And the worms ate into his brain.
        Hey you! Out there on the road
        Always doing what you're told, can you help me.
        Hey you! Out there beyond the wall
        Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me.
        Hey you! Don't tell me there's no hope at all
        Together we stand, divided we fall.


                  ID THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ?

        Is there anybody out there?


                  NOBODY HOME

        I've got a little black book with my poems in
        I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
        When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
        I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
        Got those swollen hand blues.
        Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
        I've got electric light
        And I've got second sight
        I've got amazing powers of observation
        And that is how I know
        When I try to get through
        On the telephone to you
        There'll be nobody home.
        I've got obligatory Hendrix perm
        And the inevitable pinhole burns
        All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
        I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
        I've got a silver spoon on the chain
        I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
        I've got wild staring eyes
        I've got a strong urge to fly
        But I've got nowhere to fly to
        Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
        There's still nobody home.
        I've got a pair of Gohills boots
        And I've got fading roots.


                  VERA

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


                  BRING THE BOYS BACK HOME

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


                   COMFORTABLY NUMB

  Hello,
  Is there anybody in there
  Just nod if you can hear me
  Is there anyone at home
  Come on now,
  I hear you are feeling down
  I can ease your pain
  And get you on your feet again
  Relax
  I'll need some information first
  Just the basic facts
  Can you show me where it hurts.
  There is no pain you are receiding
  A distant ship smoke on the horison
  You are only coming through in waves
  Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
  When I was a child I had a fever
  My hands felt just like two baloons
  Now I've got that feeling once again
  I can't explain you would not understand
  This is not how I am.
  I have become comfortably numb.
  O.K.
  Just a little pin prick
  There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
  But you may feel a little sick.
  Can you stand up?
  I do believe it's working, good
  That'll keep you going though the show
  Come on it's time to go.
  There is no pain you are receiding
  A distant ship smoke on the horizon
  You are only coming through in waves
  Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
  When I was a child
  I caught a fleeting glimpse
  Out of the corner of my eye
  I turned to look but it was gone
  I cannot put my finger on it now
  The child has grown
  The dream is gone
  And I have become
  Comfortably numb.


                  THE SHOW MUST GO ON

Oooh ma Oooh pa
Does the show must to go on
Oooh Pa take me home
Oooh Ma let me go
Do I have to stand up
Wild eyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare. Why!
Don't I turn and run
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them
Take away my soul.
Am I too old is it too late
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Where has the feeling gone?
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Will I remember the songs?
The show must go on!


                  IN THE FLESH

        So ya
        Thought ya
        Might like to
        Go to the show.
        To feel the warm thrill of confusion
        That space cadet glow.
        I've got some bad news for you sunshine
        Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
        And they sent us along as a surrogate, band
        And we're going to find out where your fans
        Really stand
        Are there any queers in the theatre tonight
        Get 'em up against the wall.
        There's on in the spotlight
        He don't look right to me
        Get him up against the wall
        That one looks Jewish
        And that one's a coon
        Who let all this riff-raff into the room
        There's one smoking a joint and
        Another with spots
        If I had my way
        I'd have all of you shot.


                  RUN LIKE HELL

   You better run like hell
   You better make your face up on
   Your favorite disguise
   With your button down lips and your
   Roller blind eyes
   With your empty smile
   And your hungry heart
   Feel the bite rising from your guilty past
   With your nerves in tatters
   When the cockleshell shatters
   And hammers butter
   Down the door.
   You better run like hell
   You better run all day
   And run all night
   And keep your dirty feelings
   Deep inside. And if you
   Take your girlfriend
   Out tonight,
   You better park the car
   Well out of sight.
   'Cos if they catch you in the back seat
   Trying to pick her looks
   They're gonna send you back to mother
   In a cardboard box
   You better run.


                  WAITING FOR THE WORMS

        Ooooh, You cannot reach me now
        Ooooh no matter now you try
        Goodbye cruel world it's over
        Walk on by.
        Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
        Waiting for the worms to come.
        In perfect isolation here behind my wall
        Waiting for the worms to come.
        Waiting to cut out the deadwood
        Waiting to clean up the city
        Waiting to follow the worms.
        Waiting to put on a blackshirt
        Waiting to weed out the weaklings
        Waiting to smash in their windows
        And kick in their doors.
        Waiting for the final solution
        To strang then the strain
        Waiting to follow the worms.
        Waiting to turn on the showers
        And fire the ovens
        Waiting for the queens and the coons
        And the Reds and the Jews
        Waiting to follow the worms.
        Would you like to see Britannia
        Rule again my friend
        All you have to do is follow the worms
        Would you like to send our coloured cousins
        Home again, my friend,
        All you need to do is follow the worms.


                  STOP

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


                   THE TRIAL

   Good morning worm you honour
   The crown will plainly show
   The prisoner who now stands before you
   Was caught red-handed showing feelings,
   Showing feelings of an almost human nature
   Shame on him.
   This will not do.
   Call the shcoolmaster

   I always said he'd come to no good
   In the end your honour
   If they'd let me have my way I could
   Have flayed him into shape.
   But my hands were tied
   The bleeding hearts and artists
   Let him get away with murder
   Let me hammer him today.
   Crazy toys in the attic I'm crazy
   They must have taken my marbles away.
   Call the defendans wife.
   You little shit, you're in it now
   I hope they throw away the key
   You should have talked to me more often
   Than you did, but no you had to
   Go your own way. Have you broken any
   Homes up lately?
   "Just five minutes worm your honour
   Him and me alone!"
   Babe!
   Come to mother baby let me hold you
   In my arms
   But I never wanted him to
   Get in any trouble
   Why'd he ever have to leave me
   Worm your honour let me take him home.
   Crazy over the rainbow he is crazy
   There must have been a door in the wall when I came in
   Crazy over the rainbow he's crazy
   The evidence before the court is
   Incontravertible, there's no need for
   The jury to retire
   In all my years of judging
   I have never heard before of
   Some one more deserving
   The full penalty of law.
   The way you made them suffer
   You exquisite wife and mother
   Fills me with the vage to defecate.
   But my friend you have revealed your
   Deepest fear
   I sentence you to be exposed before
   Your peers
   Tear down the wall!


                  OUTSIDE THE WALL

        All alone, or in twos
        The ones who really love you
        Walk up and down outside the wall.
        Some hand in hand
        Some gathering together in bands
        The bleeding hearts and the artists
        Make their stand.
        And when they're given you their all
        Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy
        Banging your heart against some mad buggers
        Wall.
Dick Parry saxophone on Shine On You Crazy Diamond
Roy Harper vocal on Have A Cigar
Backing vocal by Venetta Fields & Carlena William
All lyrics by Roger Waters


                         WISH YOU WERE HERE - 1975

             1. Shine On Your Crazy Diamond (Part 1)
             2. Welcome to the Mashine
             3. Have a Cigar
             4. Wish You Were Here
             5. Shine On Your Crazy Diamond (Part 2)


                  SHINE ON YOUR CRAZY DIAMOND
                            part 1

             Remember when you were young
             You shone like the Sun
             Shine on, you crazy diamond !
             Now there's a look in your eyes
             Like black holes in the sky
             Shine on, you crazy diamond !
             You were caught on the cross fire
             Of childhood and stardom
             Blown on the steel breeze
             Come on, you target for faraway laughter
             Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr
             and shine !
             You reached for the secret too soon
             You cried for the Moon.
             Shine on, you crazy diamond !
             Threatened by shadows at night
             And exposed in the light.
             Shine on you crazy diamond !
             Well you wore out you welcome
             With random precision
             Rode on the steel breeze
             Come on, you raver, you seer of visions
             Come on, you painter,you piper, you prisoner
             And shine !


                  WELCOME TO THE MASHINE

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

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


                  HAVE A SIGAR

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

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

                  WISH YOU WERE HERE

             So, so you think you can tell
             Heaven from Hell blue skies from Pain
             Can you tell a green field
             From a cold steel rail ?
             A smile from a veil ?
             Do you think you can tell
             And did they get you to trade
             Your heroes for ghosts ?
             Hot ashes for trees ?
             Hot air for a cool breeze ?
             Cold comfort for change ?
             And did you exchange
             A walk on part in the war
             For a lead role in a cage
 
             How I wish, how I wish you were here
             We're just two lost souls
             Swimming in a fish bowl,
             Year after year
             Running over the same old ground
             What have we found ?
             The same old fears
             Wish you were here
   

                  SHINE ON YOUR CRAZY DIAMOMD
                            part 2

             Nobody knows where you are
             How near or how far
             Shine on, you crazy diamond !
             Pile on many more layers
             And I'll be joining you there
             Shine on, you crazy diamond !
             And we'll bask in the shadow
             Of yesterday's triumph
             And sail on the steel breeze
             Come on you boy child, you winner and loser
             Come on you miner for truth and delusion
             And shine !


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