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The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
Produced by Norman Smith
Released August 7, 1967
Recorded in EMI Abbey Road Studios, April 1967 Frontcover photo: Vic Singh Backcover design: Syd Barrett

From Matilda Mother (Barrett)

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

You only have to read the lines
They're scribbly black and everything shines.

From Flaming (Barrett)

Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown.

Yippee! You can't see me
But I can you.

Lazing in the foggy dew
Sitting on a unicorn.

No fair, you can't hear me
But I can you.

Watching buttercups cup the light
Sleeping on a dandelion.

Too much, I won't touch you
But then I might.

Screaming through the starlit sky
Traveling by telephone.

Hey ho, here we go
Ever so high.

Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown.

Yippee! You can't see me
But I can you.

From Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk (Waters)

Gold is lead
Jesus bled
Pain is red

Music seems to help the pain
Seems to cultivate the brain.

From Chapter 24 (Barrett)

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.


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.

From Bike (Barrett)

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

A Saucerful of Secrets
Produced by Norman Smith
Released July 1968
Recorded at EMI Abbey Road Studios
Cover Design by Hipgnosis

From Let There Be More Light (Waters)

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 on a point of flame
Made contact with the human race
at Mildenhall

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

Carter's father saw him there and
Knew the road revealed to him
The living soul of .....

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

The outer lock rolled slowly back
The service men were heard to sigh
For there revealed in glowing robes
Was Lucy in the sky

Oh - oh - did you ever know - know
Never ever will they
I cannot say

Something in his cosmic art
And glowing slightly from his toes
His psychic emanations flowed

From Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun (Waters)

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven.
Whether 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.

From A Saucerful of Secrets (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)

a. Something Else
b. Syncopated Pandemonium
Syncopated: a temporary displacement of the regular metrical accent in music caused typically by stressing the weak beat

   /ˌpændəˈmoʊniəm/ Show Spelled[pan-duh-moh-nee-uhm] Show IPA
1. wild uproar or unrestrained disorder; tumult or chaos.
2. a place or scene of riotous uproar or utter chaos.
3. ( often initial capital letter ) the abode of all the demons.
4. hell.
c. Storm Signal
d. Celestial Voices
ce·les·tial (s-lschl)
1. Of or relating to the sky or the heavens: Planets are celestial bodies.
2. Of or relating to heaven; divine: celestial beings.
3. Supremely good; sublime: celestial happiness.

From Jugband Blues (Barrett)

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much 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.

Music from the film "More" by Barbet Schroder
Produced by Pink Floyd
Released 1969
Cover Design by Hipgnosis

Cirrus Minor (Waters)

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

From The Nile Song (Waters)

I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile.
I would take her out for a while,
For a while.

Oh, my 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 islands in the sun.

I will follow 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.

From Crying Song (Waters)

Help me roll away the stone

From Green is the Colour (Waters)

Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned

From Ibiza Bar (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

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

And if I live on the shelf like the rest
And if love bleeds like a sad song
Please pick-up your camera and use me again
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind

Released 1969
Recorded at Mothers Birmingham, April 27th 1969 and Manchester College of Commerge, May 2nd 1969 Live album produced by Pink Floyd
Studio album produced by Norman Smith Cover Design by Hipgnosis

From Astronomy Domine (Barrett)

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda
And Titania, Neptune, Titan.
Stars can frighten.

From Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun (Waters)

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven.
Whether 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.

From Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving With a Pict (Waters)

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?

From The Narrow Way Parts I,II, & III (Gilmour)

You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't catch the words they say
And you must you realize be on your way

Hear the roar get louder in your ears
You know the folly was your own
But the force behind can't conquer all your fears

Throw your thoughts back many years
To the time when love was life with every morning
Perhaps a day will come when the match for me the curlers past warning

Soundtrack from the film Zabriskie Point

From Crumbling land (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

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

Then a man appearing like a mirage 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

Atom Heart Mother
Produced by Pink Floyd
Released 1971
Recorded at Abbey Road Studios
Cover Design by Hipgnosis

From If (Waters) (And if I were a good 'man', I'd talk with you
More often than I do. Is this a reference to God?)

And if I were a 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 a book, I would bend for you.
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,
And they lock me away,
Will you still let me join in the game?

From Fat Old Sun (Gilmour)

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

Released 1971
Produced by Normal Smith
Cover Design for UK release: Nick Mason Cover Design for US release: David Coleman

From Arnold Layne (Barrett)

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?

From Interstellar Overdrive (Barrett, Waters, Wright, Mason)


From See Emily Play (Barrett) 2:54

There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and 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

From Remember a Day (Wright)

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

From Julia Dream (Waters)

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

From Biding My Time (Waters)

Wasting my time,
Resting my mind
And I'll never pine
For the sad days and the bad days

Produced by Pink Floyd
Released in US October 30, 1971
Released in UK November 13, 1971
Recorded in AIR Studios, EMI Abbey Road Studios and Morgan Sound, January and March through August 1971 Cover Design by Pink Floyd Inner sleeve photo by Hipgnosis
Outer sleeve photos by Bob Dowling

From One of These Days (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)

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

From A Pillow of Winds (Waters, Gilmour)

Now wakes the hour
Now sleeps the swan
Behold the dream
The dream is gone.
Green fields are calling
It's falling, in a golden door.

From Fearless (Waters, Gilmour)

You say the hill's too steep to climb
Climb it.
You say you'd like to see me try

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, hearing the sound of the things you've said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

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 his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.

From San Tropez (Waters)

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.
And 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.

Open a book
Take a look at the way things stand.

And you're leading me down
To the place by the sea.
I hear your soft voice
Calling to me.
Making a date for
Later by phone
And if you're alone
I'll come home.

From Seamus (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)

Well, the sun sinks slowly
But my old hound just sat right down and cried

From Echoes (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.

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 called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....

Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting 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 lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....

Obscured by Clouds
Soundtrack to the movie "La Vallee," by Barbet Schroder
Produced by Pink Floyd
Released 1972
Recorded at Chateau d'Herouville, Paris February 23 - 29, 1972
Cover Design by Hipgnosis

From Burning Bridges (Wright, Waters)

Bridges burning gladly
Merging with the shadows,
Flickering between the lines.
Stolen moments floating softly on the air,
Borne 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 doorway stands ajar,
The walls that once were high.
Beyond the gilded cage,
Beyond the reach of ties.
The moment is at hand.
She breaks the golden band.

From The Gold it's in The... (Waters, Gilmour) 3:07

All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey.
Don't expect me to stay.

From Wots...uh the Deal (Waters, Gilmour) 5:07

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 where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time

Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own

Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul

Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old

From Childhood's End (Gilmour)

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, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.

And so all things, time will mend.
So this song will end.

From Free Four (Waters)

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.

The Dark Side of the Moon
Produced by Pink Floyd
Released March, 1973
Recorded in Abbey Road Studios between June 1972 and Junary 1973 Cover Design by Hipgnosis

From Speak to Me (Mason) 1:16

"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..."

From Breathe (Waters, Gilmour, Wright)

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,

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.

From Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)

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.

From 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.

From The Great Gig in the Sky (Wright)

"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."

From Money (Waters)

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.

From Us and Them (Waters, Wright)

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 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.

From Brain Damage (Waters)

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!"

From Eclipse (Waters)

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."

Wish You Were Here
Produced by Pink Floyd
Released September 15, 1975
Recorded in Abbey Road Studios between January 6th and July 19th, 1975 Cover Design by Hipgnosis

From Shine On You Crazy Diamond (1-5)

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 your 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!

From Welcome to the Machine (Waters)

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'.

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

So welcome to the Machine.

From Have a Cigar (Waters)

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

From Wish You Were Here (Waters, Gilmour)

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys 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 heros 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.

From Shine On You Crazy Diamond

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!


Produced by Pink Floyd
Released January 23, 1977
Recorded at Britannia Row Studios April through November 1976 Sleeve Design by Roger Waters Photography by Aubrey Powell, Peter Christopherson, Howard Bartrop, Nic Tucker, Bob Ellis, Rob Brimson, Colin Jones Inflatable Pig designed by E.R.G. Amsterdam

Pigs on the Wing (Part One) (Waters)

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 buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing

From Dogs (Waters, Gilmour)

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 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 lose the weight you used to need to throw

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 way out of this

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 pat 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.

From Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Waters)

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 hatpin,
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.

From Sheep (Waters)

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.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie

Through 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 bugger's 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.

From Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters)

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.

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 needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

The Wall
Produced by David Gilmour, Bob Ezrin, and Roger Waters
Released November 30, 1979
Recorded in Super Bear Studios between April and November 1979 Sleeve Design by Gerald Scarfe and Roger Waters

From In the Flesh? (Waters)

Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.

From The Thin Ice (Waters)

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.

From Another Brick in the Wall Part 1 (Waters)

Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd'ja 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.

From The Happiest Days of our Lives (Waters)

When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children in any way they could

By pouring their derision
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.

From Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 (Waters)

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control

All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

From Mother (Waters)

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother should I build the wall?

Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooh is it just a waste of time?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.

Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.

Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

From Goodbye Blue Sky (Waters)

"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

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.

From Empty Spaces (Waters)

"Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message.

From One of My Turns (Waters)

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 the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.

Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
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 time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

From Another Brick in the Wall Part 3 (Waters)

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.

From Goodbye Cruel World (Waters)

Goodbye cruel world,
I'm leaving you today.

Goodbye, all you people,
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind.

From Hey You (Waters)

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, dont help them 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 your 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, standing in 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.

From Is There Anybody Out There? (Waters)

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

From Nobody Home (Waters)

"Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time, but there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington"

Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.

I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.

But I got nowhere to fly to.

From Vera (Waters)

What has become of you?
Does anybody else here
Feel the way I do?

From Comfortably Numb (Gilmour, Waters)

I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.

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.

From The Show Must Go On (Waters)

There must be some mistake
I didnt mean to let them
Take away my soul.

Am I too old, is it too late?

From In The Flesh (Waters)

Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall!
There's one 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 of 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!

From Run Like Hell (Gilmour, Waters)

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise.

With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes.

With your empty smile
And your hungry heart.

Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.

With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door.
You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better run all day
And run all night.

They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box.
You better run.

From Waiting for the Worms (Waters)

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.

We're {waiting to succeed} and going to convene outside Brixton
Town Hall where we're going to be...

Waiting to cut out the deadwood.
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 strengthen 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.

All you need to do is follow the worms.

From Stop (Waters)

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

From The Trial (Waters, Bob Ezrin)

Good morning, Worm your honor.
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 honor.

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?

Toys in the attic I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.

They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy.

Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.

Since, my friend, you have revealed your
Deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before
Your peers.

Tear down the wall!

From Outside the Wall (Waters)

All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.


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