Produced by Pink Floyd
Released March, 1973
Recorded in Abbey Road Studios between June 1972 and January 1973 Cover Design by Hipgnosis
* Speak to Me
"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..."
(Instrumental)
*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
Long you'll live and high you'll 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'll live and high you'll fly
but 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, HaHaHaaaaaa!"
(Instrumental)
* 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 hometown
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
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
YOU ARE READING
Pink Floyd Lyrics
RandomThis isn't a story , nor is it a novel or any of that sort. As you can tell by its name , its purpose is obvious. It is merely a random "scribble" of mine in which I'll be writing all the lyrics to all known songs belonging to the legendary band , P...
