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Pink Floyd
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ground


float on a river


for ever and ever


Emily, Emily




PAINT BOX



Last night I had too much to drink


sitting in a club with so many fools


playing to rules


trying to impress and feeling rather empty


I had another drink




What a way to spend that evening


you don't turn up with their friends


playing their game


here in the scene or it should be


far away




Getting up first without remembering


where I've been before


I open the door to an empty room


then I forget




The telephone rings and someone speaks


she would very much like to go


out to a show


so what can I do, I can't think what to say


she sees through any way




Out of the front door I go


traffic's moving rather slow


arriving late


there she waits looking very angry


as cross as she can be




BIDING MY TIME



Wasting my time, resting my mind


and I'll never pine for the sad days and the bad days


when we was working from nine to five




And if you don't mind


I'll spend my time here by the fireside


in the warm light of the love in her eyes




JULIA DREAM



Sunlight bright upon my pillow


lighter than an eiderdown


wishing that the weeping-willow


winds its branches round




Julia dream


dream that queen


queen of all my dreams




Every night I turn the light out


waiting for the velvet bride


will the scaly armadillo


find me where I'm hiding




Will the misty master break me


will the key unlock my mind


will the following footsteps catch me


am I really dying




Obscured by clouds ‘72





‘72




BURNING BRIDGES



Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadow


flickering between the lines


stolen mormons floating softly on the air


gone on wings of fire and climbing higher




Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sides


dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way


magic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flames


lies in her eyes




The door it stands a jar


it was, it once was high

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