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Pink Floyd were an English rock band formed in London in 1964. Gaining an early following as one of the first British psychedelic groups, they were distinguished for their extended compositions, sonic experimentation, philosophical lyrics and elaborate live shows. They became a leading band of the progressive rock genre, cited by some as the greatest progressive rock band of all time.
Pink Floyd were founded in 1964 by Syd Barrett (guitar, lead vocals), Nick Mason (drums), Roger Waters (bass guitar, vocals), Richard Wright (keyboards, vocals) and Bob Klose (guitars); Klose quit in 1965. Guitarist and vocalist David Gilmour joined in December 1967; Barrett left in April 1968 due to deteriorating mental health.
Isn't it strange How little we change Isn't it sad we're insane Playing the game that we know end in tears The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands and...
Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow. There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play.
Over the mountain watching the watcher. Breaking the darkness Waking the grapevine. One inch of love is one inch of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine. Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down. All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground. Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet 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.
Echoes, written by Roger Waters, Richard Wright, Nick Mason, David Gilmour
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.
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.
I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years Been over the edge for yonks Been working with bands son long, I think 'Crikey' 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.
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.
Breathe, written by David Gilmour, Roger Waters, Richard Wright
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 Speak something to show you the way.
Time, written by David Gilmour, Nick Mason, Roger Waters, Richard Wright
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.
Time
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.
Time
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 rise it's no surprise that they're Giving none away.
Money
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.
Us and Them, written by Richard Wright, Roger Waters
Forward he cried, from the rear, and the front rank died. The general sat, and the lines on the map, moved from side to side.
Us and Them, written by Richard Wright, Roger Waters
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.
Brain Damage
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.
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.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
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.
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.
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.
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
In the Flesh?
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.
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.
We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry. Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true. Mother's gonna put all of her fears into you. Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing. She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. Mama will keep baby cozy and warm. Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby, Of course mama's gonna help build the wall.
Did-did-did-did you see the frightened ones? Did-did-did-did you hear the falling bombs? Did-did-did-did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath the clear blue sky?
I am just a new boy, Stranger in this town. Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Ooooh, I need a dirty woman. Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.
Young Lust, written by Roger Waters, David Gilmour
Day after day, love turns grey Like the skin of a dying man. Night after night, we pretend its all right But I have grown older and You have grown colder and 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.
Hey you, out there on your own Sitting naked by the phone Would you touch me? Hey you, with you 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
There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain you would not understand This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.
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. We're gonna find out where you fans really STAND OUT! Are there any queers, in the theater tonight? Get'em off against the wall. (gainst! The! Wall!) Now there's one in the SPOTLIGHT, he don't look right to me. Get him up against the wall. ('gainst! the!) And that one looks Jewish and that one's a COON! Who let all this riffraff into the room?! There's one smokin' a joint! And ANOTHER ONE WITH SPOTS! If I had my way, I'd have all of you SHOT!
In the Flesh
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.
THE EVIDENCE! BEFORE THE COURT IS! INCONTROVERTIBLE! There's no need for the jury to RETIRE! In all my years of judging, I have never heard before! Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law! THE WAY youmade them SUFFER, your exquisite wife and mother Fills me with the URGE to DEFECATE! (Go on, Judge, shit on him!) SINCE! my friend! you have revealed your deepest fear, I sentence you to be EXPOSED BEFORE YOUR PEERS! TEAR DOWN THE WAAAAALLL!!!!
The Trial
All alone, or in twos, 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 the 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.
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?
A place to stay Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what's more no-one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control And everyone has recourse to the law And no one kills the children anymore.
Button your lip And don't let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bulletproof 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 can hide, hide, hide {"I'll tell you what, mate, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five, alright?"} Behind petrified eyes
You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol-soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high And you hide, hide, hide Behind brown and mild eyes.
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Gotta compete with the wily Japanese. There's too many home fires burning And not enough trees. So fuck all that We've go to get on with these.
Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction is holding me fast, How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Dogs of war and men of hate With no cause, we don't discriminate Discovery is to be disowned Our currency is flesh and bone Hell opened up and put on sale Gather 'round and haggle.
A restless eye across a weary room A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin The music played and played as we whirled without end No hint, no word her honour to defend I will, I will she sighed to my request And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test.
Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire.
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had begun.
High Hopes, written by David Gilmour, Polly Samson
Well, there it is. I think you can pass your verdict as well as I can. My verdict is that it is a little bit of a regression to childhood, but after all, why not?
Hans Keller, discussing the then-new group Pink Floyd, The Look of the Week, BBC TV, May 1967.
Whereas the guys in Led Zeppelin dressed like sex-hungry geishas, the members of Pink Floyd favored sweaters, blue jeans and sneakers; they looked like their mothers had dressed them. In Pink Floyd's Live at Pompeii DVD, which includes footage from the making of Dark Side of the Moon, the cameras ponderously linger on Pink Floyd eating lunch in the studio canteen during a break from recording sessions. It's entirely possible that this was the most interesting part of making one of the most popular classic-rock albums of all time. It's like Pink Floyd was trying to be as boring as possible while also being insanely popular.
Steven Hyden, Twilight of the Gods: A Journey to the End of Classic Rock, 2018, pp. 25–26
[Their lifestyle] is interchangeable with the president of just about any bank in England.
Bob Ezrin, co-producer of The Wall, quoted in The Billboard Book of Number One Hits, Fred Bronson, 2003, p. 523