The Dark Side of the Moon
Speak to Me
"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been
over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for
"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad,
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,
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
only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
On The Run
[female announcer, announcing flights at airport, including 'Rome']
"Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me,
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
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.
then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
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
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
hear the softly spoken magic spells.
The Great Gig in the Sky
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
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.
all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
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!"
certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
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
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz 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
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
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
cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
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.
the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
Any Colour You Like
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
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
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
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.
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!"
that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
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
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
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."