a Momentary Lapse...
| Dark Side of the Moon | TD | |
| Breathe Breathe, breathe in the air 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 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... 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 Money Money, get away get a good job with more pay and you're O.K. 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 alright, Jack, keep your hands off my stack money, it's a hit don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling 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, away, away Us and Them 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 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 cried 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 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 the 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 rearrange 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 Eclipse 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 |
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