1973
Dark Side of the Moon
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Songs:
Speak to me
Breathe in the air
On the run
Time
Breathe reprise
The great gig in the
sky
Money
Us and them
Any colour you like
Brain damage
Eclipse
Lyrics:
(Instrumental)
(b) Breathe in the
air
(Waters, Gilmour, Wright)
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around, choose your own ground
For long you live and high you
fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll
cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your live will ever be
Run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
When at last the work is done
Don't seat down it's time to dig
another one For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
Balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
(Instrumental)
Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)
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
And 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 year is getting shorter, never
seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught, or half a page
of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
thought I'd something more to say
Breathe reprise
(Waters, Gilmour, Wright)
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And 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
The great gig in
the sky
(Wright)
(Instrumental)
Money, get away
You 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
A new car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands
off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good
bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class
traveling 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
And after all we're only ordinary
men
Me and you
God only knows is not what we would
choose to do
Forward he cried, from the rear
and the front rank died
The general sat, and the lines
on the map moved from side to side
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and
who is who
Up and down
And in the end it's only round
and round, and round
Haven't you heard, it's a battle
of words, the poster bearer lied
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
Any colour you like
(Gilmour, Mason, Wright)
(Instrumental)
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 to soon
And if there is no room upon the
hill
And if your head explodes for dark
forebodings 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 rearrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
And there's someone in my head
but it's not me And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout but no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts
playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of
the moon
All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is
in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the
moon
All lyrics © Pink Floyd Music Publ. Ltd. / Chappell Music Ltd. Used without permission
