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, 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 start 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)
Time
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 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
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.
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 some time. 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 good 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 of 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 toda. But if you ask for a
rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away
Huh! 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
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 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 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, 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 the want of the price of tea
and a slice The old man died
Any Colour You Like (Instrumental)
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.
I can't think of anything to say except... I think it's marvelous!
ha-ha-ha!
Eclipse
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 everyone you meet
All that you slight 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.