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Pink Floyd
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we have left undone


And i suffer premonitions


Confirm suspicions


Of the holocaust to come




The rusting wire that holds the cork


That keeps the anger in


Gives way


And suddenly it's day again


The sun is in the east


Even though the day is done


Two suns in the sunset


Hmmmmmmmmmmm


Could be the human race is run




Like the moment when the brakes lock


And you slide towards the big truck


You stretch the frozen moments with your fear


And you'll never hear their voices


And you'll never see their faces


You have no recourse to the law anymore




And as the windshield melts


My tears evaporate


Leaving only charcoal to defend


Finally i understand


The feelings of the few


Ashes and diamonds


Foe and friend


We were all equal in the end




Works ‘83




A momentary lapse of reason ‘87





‘87




LEARNING TO FLY



Into the distance, ribbon of black,


stretched to the point of no turning back.


A flight of fancy on a wind swept field,


standing alone my senses reeled.


A fatal attraction holding me fast, how


can I escape this irresistible grasp?




Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky,


tongue-tied amp; twisted just an eath-bound misfit.i.


Ice is forming on the tips of my wings,


unheeded warnings.


I thought,I thought of everything,


no navigator to guide my way home.


Unladened.Empty and turned to stone.




A soul in tension that's learning to fly.


Condition grounded but determined to try.


Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies.


Tongue-tied amp; twisted just an eath-bound misfit.i.




Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,


my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air,


across the clouds I see my shadow fly,


out of the corner of my watering eye.


A dream unthreatened by the morning light.


Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.




There's no sensation to compare with this,


suspended animation, a state of bliss.


Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky.


Tongue-tied amp; twisted just an eath-bound misfit.i.




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