# Arnold Layne
# Had a strange hobby
# Collecting clothes
# Moonshine
# Washing line
# They suit him fine
# On the wall
# Hung a tall mirror
# Distorted view
# See through baby blue
# He dug it
# Oh, Arnold Layne
# It's not the same
# Takes two to know
# Two to know
# Why can't you see?
# Arnold Layne
# Now he's caught
# A nasty sort of person
# They gave him time
# Doors bang
# Chain gang
# He hates it
# Oh, Arnold Layne
# It's not the same
# Takes two to know
# Two to know
# Why can't you see?
# Arnold Layne
# Arnold Layne, don't do it again. #
# Hey, Jean, this is Henry McClean
# And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
# And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving
# And maybe you'd like to fly with me
# And hide with me, baby
# Isn't it strange
# How little we change?
# Isn't it sad we're insane
# Playing the games that we know end in tears
# The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and...
# Jumped into his cosmic flyer
# Pulled his plastic collar higher
# Light the fuse and stand well back
# He cried, "This is my last goodbye"
# Point me at the sky and let it fly
# Point me at the sky and let if fly
# And if you survive till 2005
# I hope you're exceedingly thin
# For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
# While the people around you breathe in, breathe in...
# People pressing on my sides
# Is something that I hate
# And so is sitting down to eat
# With only little capsules on my plate
# Point me at the sky and let it fly
# And all we've got to say to you is goodbye
# Tell my mother, my sister and my brother it's goodbye
# Hey, Jean, look at the screen It's goodbye
# Call the fire brigade It's goodbye
# Crash, crash, crash, crash, goodbye. #
# The path you tread is narrow
# And the drop is sheer and very high
# The ravens all are watching
# From a vantage point nearby
# Apprehension creeping
# Like a tube train up your spine
# Will the tightrope reach the end?
# Will the final couplet rhyme?
# And it's high time
# Cymbaline
# It's high time
# Cymbaline
# Please wake me
# A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
# The ravens all are closing in
# And there's nowhere you can hide
# Your manager and agent
# Are both busy on the phone
# Selling coloured photographs
# To magazines back home
# And it's high time
# Cymbaline
# It's high time
# Cymbaline
# Please wake me
# The lines converging where you stand
# They must have moved the picture plane
# The leaves are heavy around your feet
# You feel the thunder of the train
# And suddenly it strikes you
# That they're moving into range
# Doctor Strange is always changing size
# And it's high time
# Cymbaline
# It's high time
# Cymbaline
# Please wake me
# A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
# The ravens all are closing in
# And there's nowhere you can hide
# Your manager and agent
# Are both busy on the phone
# Selling coloured photographs
# To magazines back home
# And it's high time
# Cymbaline
# It's high time
# Cymbaline
# Please wake me. #
# Icy wind of night, be gone
# This is not your domain
# In the sky a bird is heard to cry
# Misty morning whisperings
# And gentle stirring sounds
# Belied the deathly silence that lay all around
# Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog
# Fox gone to ground
# See the splashing of the kingfisher
# Flashing to the water
# And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
# Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
# Making for the sea
# In the lazy water meadow
# I lay me down
# All around me
# Golden sunflakes covering the ground
# Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
# Bringing sounds of yesterday
# Into my city room
# Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog
# Fox gone to ground
# See the splashing of the kingfisher
# Flashing to the water
# And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
# Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
# Making for the sea
# In the lazy water meadow
# I lay me down
# All around me
# Golden sunflakes covering the ground
# Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
# Bringing sounds of yesterday
# Into my city room
# Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog
# Fox gone to ground
# See the splashing of the kingfisher
# Flashing to the water
# A river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
# Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
# Making for the sea. #
# One of these days
# I'm going to cut you into little pieces
# Money
# Get away
# You get a good job with more pay and you're OK
# Money
# It's a gas
# Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
# New car, caviar Four star daydream
# Think I'll buy me a football team
# Money
# Well, get back
# I'm all right, Jack
# Keep your hands off of my stack
# Money
# It's a hit
# Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit
# I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
# I think I need a Learjet
# Money
# It's a crime
# Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
# Money, so they say
# Is the root of all evil today
# But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise
# That they're giving none away
# Away
# Away, away
# Away, away... #
I was in the right. Yes, absolutely in the right.
I certainly was in the right.
The geezer was cruisin' for a bruisin'.
# Woo-woo. #
HEARTBEAT
# We don't need no education
# We don't need no thought control
# No dark sarcasm in the classroom
# Teacher, leave them kids alone
# Hey, teacher! Leave them kids alone
# All in all it's just another brick in the wall
# All in all you're just another brick in the wall
# We don't need no education
# We don't need no thought control
# No dark sarcasm in the classroom
# Teachers, leave them kids alone
# Hey, teacher! Leave us kids alone
# All in all you're just another brick in the wall
# All in all you're just another brick in the wall. #
HEARTBEAT
# Take all your overgrown infants
# Away somewhere
# And build a home
# A little place of their own
# The Fletcher Memorial Home For Incurable Tyrants And Kings
# They can appear to themselves every day
# On closed-circuit TV
# To make sure they're still real
# It's the only connection
# They feel... #
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...
Reagan and Haig.
Mr Begin and friend.
Mrs Thatcher. The Paisley.
Mr Brezhnev and party.
The ghost of McCarthy.
And the memories of Nixon.
And now, and in colour,
a group of anonymous Latin American meat-packing glitterati.
# Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
# They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles
# And amuse themselves playing games for a while
# Boom-boom, bang-bang
# Lie down, you're dead
GUITAR SOLO PLAYS AS THEY MOUTH WORDS
# Safe in the permanent gaze
# Of a cold glass eye
# Their favourite toy
# They'll be good girls and boys
# In the Fletcher Memorial Home For Colonial Wasters Of Life And Limb
# Is everyone in?
# Are you having a nice time?
# Now the final solution can be applied. #
HEARTBEAT
# Into the distance a ribbon of black
# Stretched to the point of no turning back
# Flight of fancy on a windswept field
# Standing alone, my senses reel
# Fatal attraction that's holding me fast
# How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
# Can't keep my eyes from circling the sky
# Tongue-tied and twisted Just an Earth-bound misfit, I
# Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
# Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
# No navigator to find my way home
# Unladen, empty, and turned to stone
# A sole intention that's learning to fly
# Condition - grounded Determined to try
# Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
# Tongue-tied and twisted Just an Earth-bound misfit, I... #
RADIO CHATTER
# Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
# My grubby halo a vapour 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 mind from the circling sky
# Tongue-tied and twisted Just an Earth-bound misfit, I. #
HEARTBEAT
BELLS PEAL
# Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
# In a world of magnets and miracles
# Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
# The ringing of the division bell had begun
# Along the long road and on down the causeway
# Do they still live there by the cut?
# There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
# Running before time took our dreams away
# Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
# To a life consumed by slow decay
# The grass was greener
# The light was brighter
# With friends surrounded
# The nights of wonder
# Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
# To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
# Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
# Dragged by the force of some inner tide
# At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
# We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed-of world
# Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
# There's a hunger still unsatisfied
# Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
# Though down this road we've been so many times
# The grass was greener
# The light was brighter
# The taste was sweeter
# The nights of wonder
# With friends surrounded
# The dawn mist glowing
# The water flowing
# The endless river
# Forever and ever. #
BELL TOLLS
HEARTBEAT
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Here we go.
CROWD: Pink Floyd! Pink Floyd!
# Hello
# Is there anybody in there?
# Just nod if you can hear me
# Is there anyone at home?
# Come on, now
# I hear you're feeling down
# Well, I can ease the pain
# And get you on your feet again
# Relax
# I need some information first
# Just the basic facts
# Can you show me where it hurts?
# There is no pain, you are receding
# A distant ship Smoke on the horizon
# You are only coming through in waves
# Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
# When I was a child I had a fever
# My hands felt just like two balloons
# Now I've got that feeling once again
# I can't explain You will not understand
# This is not how I am
# I have become comfortably numb
# OK, just a little pin prick
# There'll be no more... "Ahh-ahh-ahh"
# But you may feel a little sick
# Can you stand up?
# I do believe it's working good
# That'll keep you going through the show
# Come on, it's time to go
# There is no pain, you are receding
# A distant ship Smoke on the horizon
# You are only coming through in waves
# Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
# When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
# Out of the corner of my eye
# I turned to look but it was gone
# I cannot put my finger on it now
# The child has grown The dream is gone
# I have become comfortably numb. #
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Thank you very much, good night.
HEARTBEAT
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