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"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 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.
Live for today,
gone tomorrow,
that's me,
Ha Ha Haaaaaa!
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.
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
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, 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
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?
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.
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!
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."
-Pink Floyd: David Gilmour, Roger Waters, Richard Wright, Nick Mason; 1973
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