1983
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Tracks:
One of these days
Arnold layne
Fearless
Brain damage
Eclipse
Set the controls for
the heart of the sun
See emily play
Several species of
small furry animals gathered together in a cave and grooving with a pict
Free four
Embryo
Lyrics:
"One of These Days" (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)
One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through baby
blue
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to
know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold
Layne, Arnold Layne
Now he's caught - a nasty sort of
person
They gave him time
Doors bang - chain gang - he hates
it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to
know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold
Layne, Arnold Layne
Don't do it again
"Fearless (Interpolating "You'll Never Walk Alone")" (Waters, Gilmour)
You say the hill's too steep to
climb
Climb it.
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbing.
You pick the place and I'll choose
the time
And I'll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right
day.
And as I rise above the tree lines
and the clouds
I look down, in the sound of the
things you said today.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns
'round
Frowning.
And who's the fool who wears the
crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines
in the crowd
You look down, in the sound of
the faces in the crowd.
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 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 re-arrange me 'til 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.
"I can't think of anything to say
except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"
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
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is
in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the
moon.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
"Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun" (Waters)
Little by little the night turns
around.
Counting the leaves which tremble
and turn.
Lotus's lean on each other in union.
Over the hills where a swallow
is resting.
Set the controls for the heart
of the sun.
Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness waking the
grapevine.
Morning to birth is born into shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens
the wine.
Set the controls for the heart
of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart
of the sun.
Who is the man who arrives at the
wall?
Making the shape of his questions
at asking.
Thinking the sun will fall in the
evening.
Will he remember the lesson of
giving?
Set the controls for the heart
of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart
of the sun.
Emily tries but misunderstands,
ah ooh
She often inclined to borrow somebody's
dreams till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Soon after dark Emily cries, ah
ooh
Gazing through trees in sorrow
hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Put on a gown that touches the
ground, ah ooh
Float on a river forever and ever,
Emily
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Several Species
of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving With a
Pict
(Waters)
Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler
rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped
it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.
The fear a fallen down taken never
back the raize and then Craig Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi
pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was
fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it
ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew.
Well I snatched fer the blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell
doon before him round his feet.
Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom
of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be
by his feet; de ya ken?
...and the wind cried back.
[In English] Thank you.
The memories of a man in his old
age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
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 in 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.
And mind how you go, and I can
tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.
You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in
a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in his old
age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.
All this 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 glow,
Always need a little more room.
Waiting here,
Seems like years,
Never see the light of day.
All around
I hear strange sounds
Come gurgling in my ear.
Red the light
And dark the night
I feel my dawn is near.
Warm glow,
Moon glow,
Always need a little more room.
Whisper low
Here I go,
I will see the sunshine show.