"I've
been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been
over
the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."
"I've
always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most
of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even
if
you're not mad..."
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.
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 dig 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 towards an early grave.
On The Run (Instrumental)
[female
announcer, announcing flights at airport, including 'Rome']
"Live
for today, gone tomorrow, that's me, HaHaHaaaaaa!"
Time
Ticking
away the moments that make up a dull day
You
fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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.
So you
run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing
around to come up behind you again.
The
sun is the same in a 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
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.
The Great Gig In The Sky (Instrumental)
"And
I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't
mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's
no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."
"I never
said I was frightened of dying."
Money
Money,
get away.
Get
a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money,
it's a gas.
Grab
that cash with both hands and make a stash.
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 high-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 raise it's no surprise that they're
giving
none away.
"HuHuh!
I was in the right!"
"Yes,
absolutely in the right!"
"I
certainly was in the right!"
"You
was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why
does anyone do anything?"
"I
don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I
was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why
he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming
and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It
came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
Us and Them
Us,
and them
And
after all we're only ordinary men.
Me,
and you.
God
only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward
he cried from the rear
and
the front rank died.
And
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.
But
in the end it's only 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.
"I mean,
they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp,
shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly,
'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It
was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't
cost nothing do they, eh?"
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
the want of the price of tea and a slice
The
old man died.
Any Colour You Like (Instrumental)
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 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!"
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
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."