Lirik Lagu dari Album Obscured By Cloud (1972). Pink Floyd!
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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 beyond the guilded cage Beyond the reach of time, the moment is at hand
She breaks the golden band
You shout in your sleep That’s the price, it’s just too steep Is your conscience at rest It was put to the test You awake with a start Just the beating of your heart Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes
You said, sail across the sea Long past thoughts and memories Childhood’s end: your fantasies Merging harsh realities And then as the sail is hoist You’ll find your eyes are growing moist And all the fears never voiced
Say you have to make the final choice
Who are you and who am I To say we know the reason why Some are born, some men die Beneath one infinite sky There’ll be war and there’ll be peace But anything one day will cease All the iron turn to rust All the proud men turn to dust So all things time will mend
So this song will end
The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime. You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.
Life is a short, warm moment And death is a long cold rest. You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.
So all aboard for the American tour, And maybe you’ll make it to the top. And mind how you go, and I can tell you, ‘cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.
You are the angel of death And I am the dead man’s son. And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds? And who says the hunt has begun? And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime. You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.
Stay and help me to end the day And if you don’t mind, we’ll break a bottle of wine Stick around and maybe we’ll get one down
‘cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes
Midnight blue, burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold
I rise, looking through my morning eyes Surpised to find you by my side Light my brain, don’t try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dews, newborn day Midnight blue turned to grey Midnight blue, burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold.
THE GOLD IT’S IN THE…
Come on my friend, let’s make for the hills They say there’s gold and I’m looking for thrills You can get your hands on whatever we find
‘cause I’ve only come along for the ride
Well you go your way and I’ll go mine I don’t care if we get there on time Everybody’s searching for something, they say
I’ll get my kicks on the way
Over the mountains, across the sea Who knows what may be waiting for me I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don’t change
All I have to do is just close my eyes To see the seagulls wheeling in the far distant skies All I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
Is count me in on the journey, don’t expect me to stay
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