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Dark Side Of The Moon
Speak to Me (Instrumental)
I’ve been mad for fucking years, absolutely years.
Been over the edge of yonks.
Been working me buns off for bands.
I’ve always been mad, I know I’ve been mad
like the most of us are...
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
For 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)
Live for today, gone tomorrow, that’s me, hahaaa
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
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
And 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 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 all right 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
Huuh! I was in the right! Yes, absolutey 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
the 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 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 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
I mean they’re not gonna 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 give 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 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 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
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
There is no dark side of the moon really.
Matter of fact it’s all dark.
