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CIRRUS MINOR
Lyrics by R. Waters
In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves.
Yellow bird you are not lonely
In Singin and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the wreaths.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later…
THE NILE SONG
Lyrics by R. Waters
I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile.
I would take her out for a while, for a while.
Like tears that like a child
How her golden hair was blowing wild
Then she spread her wings to fly, for to fly.
Soaring high above the breezes
Going always where she pleases
She will make it to the island in the sun.
I will follow her in her shadow
And I’ll watch her from my window.
One day I will catch her.
She is calling from the deep
Summoning my soul to endless sleep.
She is bound to drag me down, drag me down.
CRYING SONG
Lyrics by R. Waters
We smile and smile,
We smile and smile,
Laughter echoes in your eyes.
We climb and climb,
We climb and climb,
Fruits falls softly in the pines.
We cry and cry,
We cry and cry,
Sadness passes in a while.
We roll and roll,
We roll and roll,
Help me roll away the stone.
UP THE KHYBER (JUKE BOXE)
(N. Mason – R. Wright)
-Instrumental-
GREEN IS THE COLOUR
(Lyrics by R. Waters)
Heavy hung the canopy of blue,
Shade my eyes and I can see you.
White is the light that shines
Through the dress that you wore.
She lay in the shadow of a wave,
Hazy were the visions overplayed.
Sunlight in her eyes,
But moonshine made hew cry every time.
Green is the colour of her kind.
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind.
Anvy is the bond between
The hopeful and the damned.
CYMBALINE
(R. Waters)
The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer andvery high.
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby.
Apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine.
Will the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme?
And it’s high time, Cymbaline, please,
High time, Cymbaline, please wake me.
A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side.
The ravens all are closing in, there’s nowhere you can hide.
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling colour photographs to magazines back home.
And it’s high time, Cymbaline, please,
High time, Cymbaline, please wake me.
The lions converging where you stand, they must have moved the picture plain.
The leaves are heavy ’round your feet, you hear the thunder of the rain.
Suddenly it strikes you that they’re moving into range.
And Doctor Strange is always changing size.
And it’s high time, Cymbaline, please,
High time, Cymbaline, please wake me.
And it’s high time, Cymbaline, please,
High time, Cymbaline, please wake me.
IBIZA BAR
(R. Waters -R. Wright – D. Gilmour – N.Mason)
I’m so afraid of the mistakes that i made
Making every time that i lay.
I feel like an oddball with a cut-off mind.
So if you excuse me it’s time
When the count is rhymed
And the story line is fine.
I’ve been amazed since the first day,
I can’t get a line too close.
Take me down, take me down
From the cell of my mind
And hear me slowly floating lonely
Somewhere.
I live far enough on a shelf like a dress,
On the end of all that reads like a sad song.
Leaves began to grow beautiful
And years they began.
And hear me slowly floating lonely
Flowing down too slow.
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