You say the hill′s too steep to climb, Trying 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 treeline and the clouds I look down hear the sound of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling Nothing waits, the magistrate turns ′round, frowning I know the fool who wears the crown Go down in your own way And everyday is the right day And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown You look down Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
Oh my God, what a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? This place is bigger than our apartment. Uh, could I have a drink of water? Ya want some? Huh? Oh wow! Look at this tub! Wanna take a bath? What′re you watching? Hello? Are you feeling ok?
Day after day, Our love turns gray, Like the skin on a dying man. And night after night, We pretend it′s all right
On the day the wall came down They threw the locks onto the ground And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall cane down The ship of fools had finally run aground Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side No warmth, not even pride remained And even though you needed me It was clear that i could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day As friends and neighbours turn away And there′s a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands While nations wash their bloodied hands Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray
I woke to the sound of drums The music played, the morning sun streamed in I turned and i looked at you And all but the bitted residue slipped away...slipped away
Lime and limpid green, a second scene A fight between the blue you once knew. Floating down, the sound resounds Around the icy waters underground. Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania. Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten. Lime and limpid green, a second scene A fight between the blue you once knew. Floating down, the sound resounds Around the icy waters underground. Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania. Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.
Blinding signs flap, Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow. Stairway scare Dan dare who′s there? Lime and limpid green, the sounds around The icy waters under Lime and limpid green, the sounds around The icy waters underground.
fuck all that we′ve got to get on with these got to compete with the wily japanese there′s too many home fires burning and not enough trees so fuck all that we′ve got to get on with these
can′t stop lose job mind gone silicon what bomb get away pay day make hay break down need fix big six clickity 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 ok
not now john we′ve got to get on with the film show hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow who cares what it′s all 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 this Come at the end of the shift we′ll go and get pissed but not now john I′ve got to get on with this
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 black and green scarecrow as everyone knows Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere. He didn′t care. He stood in a field where barley grows. His head did no thinking His arms didn′t move except then the wind cut up Rough and mice ran around on the ground He stood in a field where barley grows. The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me But now he′s resigned to his fate ′cause life′s not unkind - he doesn′t mind. He stood in a field where barley grows.
Bridges burning gladly, Merging with the shadows, Flickering between the lines. Stolen moments floating softly on the air, Born on wings of fire and climbing higher. Ancient bonds are breaking, Moving on and changing sides. Dreaming of a new day, Cast aside the other way. Magic visions stirring, Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes. The door stands ajar, The wall that once were high. Beyond the gilded cage, Beyond the reach of ties. The moment is at hand. She breaks the golden band.
Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg He won it in the war, in 1944. Corporal Clegg had a medal too In orange, red, and blue He found it in the zoo. Dear, dear were they really sad for me? Dear, dear 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 No one is to blame Corporal Clegg recieved his medal in a dream
I was spending my time in the doldrums I was caught in a cauldron of hate I felt persecuted and paralysed I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies Engulfed in a fever of spite Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution Is not going to help at all Because ther′ll be no safety in numbers When the right one walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness? Is it true you beat your fists on the floor? Stuck in a world of isolation While the ivy grows over the door
So i open my door to my enemies And i ask could we wipe the slate clean But they tell me to please go fuck myself You know you just can′t win
"Look mummy, there′s an aeroplane up in the sky" 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 unfurled beneath a clear blue Sky?
Did you see the frightened ones? Did you hear the falling bombs? The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky Goodbye, blue sky. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
"The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching" "The 11:18 arrival...."
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.
The time is with the month of winter solstice When the change is due to come. Thunder in the other course of heaven. Things cannot be destroyed once and for all. Change returns success Going and coming without error. Action brings good fortune. Sunset, sunrise.
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 path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final cuplet rhyme And it′s high time Cymbaline It′s high time Cymbaline Please wake me
Butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in there′s no where you can hide Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone Selling colored photographs to magazines back home And it′s high time Cymbaline It′s high time Cymbaline Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane
Good morning, The Worm, Your 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. This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
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.
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
We smile and smile We smile and smile Laughter echoes in your eyes We climb and climb We climb and climb Footfall softly in the pines We cry and cry We cry and cry Sadness passes in a while We role and role We role and role Help me role away the stone
There was a king who ruled the land. His majesty was in command. With silver eyes the scarlet eagle Showers silver on the people. Oh Mother, tell me more.
Why′d′ya have to leave me there Hanging in my infant air Waiting? You only have to read the lines They′re scribbly black and everything shines.
Across the stream with wooden shoes With bells to tell the king the news A thousand misty riders climb up Higher once upon a time.
Wandering and dreaming The words have different meaning. Yes they did.
For all the time spent in that room The doll′s house, darkness, old perfume And fairy sories held me high on Clouds of sunlight floating by. Oh Mother, tell me more Tell me more. Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Summer′s thunder time of year, The sound of music in my ears. Distant bells, New mown grass smells so sweet.
I′m so afraid of mistakes that I made Taking every time that I wake I feel like a hard-boiled butter man So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
Are days are made since the first page I′ve lived every line that you wrote Take me down, take me down, from the shelf above your head So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
Remember a day before today A day when you were young. Free to play alone with time Evening never came. Sing a song that can′t be sung Without the morning′s kiss Queen-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 favorite 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 Blow away Blow away Remember Remember
they disembarked in 45 and no one spoke and no one smiled there were too many spaces in the line gathered at the cenotaph all agreed with hand on heart to sheath the sacrificial knifes
but now
she stands upon southampton dock with her handkerchief and her summer frock clings to her wet body in the rain in quiet desperation knuckles white upon the slippery reins she bravely waves the boys goodbye again
and still the dark stain spreads between 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 bottom of our hearts we felt the final cut
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.
tell me true tell me why was jesus crucified is it for this that daddy died? Was it for you? Was it me? Did I watch too much t.v.? Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes? If it wasn′t for the nips being so good at building ships the yards would still be open on the clyde and it can′t be much fun for them beneath the rising sun with all their kids committing suicide what have we done maggie what have we done what have we done to england should we shout should we scream ′′what happened to the post war dream?′′ oh maggie maggie what have we done?
I was standing by the Nile Whe I saw the lady smile. I would take her out for a while, For a while.
Light tears wept 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 follw in her shadow As I watch her from my window. One day I will catch her eye.
She is calling from the deep, Summoning my soul to endless sleep. She is bound to drag me down, Drag me down.
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 Babe Baby blue
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.
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 derilict 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 thing 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 thing 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
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 And 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.
The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime. You suffle in gloom in the sickroom And talk to yourself till 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.
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
Into the distanse, ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a wind swept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction holding me fast, how Can i escape this irresistable grasp?
Can′t keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings. i thought i thought of everything No navigator to fight my way home Unladened. empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that′s learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Can′t keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing ang a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air, Across the clouds i see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof of the Night.
There′s no sensation to compare with this, Suspended animation, a state of bliss Can′t keep my mind from the circling sky Tongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound misfit, I
From morning to night i stayed out of sight Didn′t recognise what i′d become No more than alive i′d barely survive In a word...overrun
Won′t hear a sound From my mouth I′ve spent too long On the inside out My skin is cold To the human touch This bleeding heart′s Not beating much
I murmured a vow of silence and now I don′t even hear when i think aloud Extinguished by light i turn on the night Wear its darkness with an empty smile
I′m creeping back to life My nervous system all away I′m wearing the inside out
Look at him now He′s paler somehow But he′s coming round He′s starting to choke It′s been so long since he spoke Well he can have the words right from my mouth
And with these words i can see Clear through the clouds that covered me Just give it time then speak my name Now we can hear ourselves again
I′m holding out For the day When all the clouds Have blown away I′m with you now Can speak your name Now we can hear Ourselves again
He′s curled into the corner But still the screen is flickering With an endless stream of garbage to ...curse the place In a sea of random images The self-destructing animal Waiting for the waves to break
He′s standing on the threshold Caught in fiery anger And hurled into the furnace he′ll ...curse the place He′s torn in all directions And the screen is still flickering Waiting for the flames to break
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 moon could be so big And I never knew the moon 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 And I don′t care if nothing is mine And I don′t care if 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?
I want to tell you a story About a little man If I can. A gnome named Grimble Grumble. 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 his time. And then one day-hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray.
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 places to go. And then one day-hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray. Hooooooooooooooray.
Bring the boys back home. Bring the boys back home. Don′t leave the children on their own, no, no. Bring the boys back home.
Wrong! do it again! Time to go! [knock, knock, knock, knock] Are you feeling okay? There′s a man answering, but he keeps hanging up! Is there anybody out there?
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you′re on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you You′ll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder You know it′s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older And in the end you′ll pack, 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 that you′ve sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it′s too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down alone Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I′m a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I′m just being used
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I′ve looked over Jordan and I have seen Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger′s not real Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes Now things are really what they seem No, this is no bad dream.
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
As I reach for a peach Slide around down behind The sofa 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 Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling If you′re alone I′ll come home
Backwards and home bound The pidgen the dove Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane Owning a home with no silver spoon I′m drinking champaigne like a big tycoon Sooner than wait for a break in the weather I′ll gather my far flung thoughts together Speeding away on a wind to a new day
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You′re gonna go far, fly high, You′re never gonna die, you′re gonna make it if you try, They′re gonna love you. Well I′ve always 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.
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 your brakes lock and you slide toward the big truck and 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
In a churchyard by a river, Lazing in the haze of midday, Laughing in the grasses and the graze. Yellow bird, you are alone in singing and in flying on, In and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water, Waving to the river daughters, Swaying in the ripples and the reeds. On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sun A thousand miles of moonlight later.
I got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb. When I′m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. Got those swollen hands blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. I got electric light, And I got second sight. 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 got the obligatory Hendrix perm, And the inevitable pinhole burns, All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I got nicotine stains on my fingers. I got a silver spoon on a chain. Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I′ve got wild, staring eyes. And I got a strong urge to fly, But I got nowhere to fly to (fly to fly to fly to). Ooooo Babe, When I pick up the phone, There′s still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots, And I got fading roots.
It was just before dawn One miserable morning in black ′forty four. When the forward commander Was told to sit tight When he asked that his men be withdrawn. And the Generals gave thanks As the other ranks held back The enemy tanks for a while. And the Anzio bridgehead Was held for the price Of a few hundred ordinary lives.
And old King George Sent Mother a note When he heard that father was gone. It was, I recall, In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all. And I found it one day In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed With his own rubber stamp.
It was dark all around. There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free. And no one survived From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
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 Mildenhall
Now now now is the time time To be be be aware Carter′s father saw it there And knew the Rhull revealed to him The living soul of Hereward the Wake
Oh my, something in my eye Something in the sky Waiting there for me The outer lock rolled slowly back The servicemen were heard to sign For the revealed in flowing robes was Lucy in the sky
Oh oh did you ever? No no never ever will they I′ll say! Summoning his cosmic power His psychic emanations flowed
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."