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Pink Floyd - Disco: 'Meddle' |
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Autor: Portal Esquizofrenia
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jueves, 28 de junio de 2007 |
One of these days
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces
A pillow of winds
The cloud of eiderdown draws around me softening the sound sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side and she's breathing low, and the candle dies
When night comes down you lock the door the book falls to the floor as darkness falls and waves roll by the seasons changed, the wind is warm
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan behold the dream, the dream is gone green fields, a cold rain is falling in a golden dawn
and deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds and I go down sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side and she's breathing low and I rise like a bird in the haze when the first rays touch the sky and the night winds die
Fearless
You say the hill's to steep to climb, climbing you say you'd like to see me try, climbing you pick the place and I'll choose the time and I'll climb the hill in my own way just wait a while for the right day and as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds I look down, hearing the sounds of the things you've said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling merciless the magistrate turns round, frowning and who's the fool who wears the crown go down in your own way and every day is the right day and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
You never walk alone, you never walk alone walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you never walk alone, you never walk alone
San Tropez
As I reach for a peach, slide a line down behind, a sofa in San Tropez breaking a stick with a brick on the sand riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness scratched by the sand that fell from my love keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling if you're alone, I'll come home
Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove gone with the wind, the rain on a aeroplane owning a home with no silver spoon I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon sooner than wait for a break in the weather I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together speeding away on the wind to a new day if you're alone, I'll come home
And I pause for a while by a country style and listen to the things they say digging the gold in a hole in my hand hoping the good, take a look at the way things end and you're leading me down to a place by the sea I hear your soft voice calling to me making a date for Rita Pavone
Seamus
I was in the kitchen Seamus, that's the dog, was outside well I was in the kitchen Seamus, my own hound, was outside well you know the sun was sinking slowly and my own hound-dog sat right down and cried
Echoes
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine
And no-one showed us to the land And no-one knows the where or whys But something stirs and something tries And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand the best I can
And no-one calls us to move on And no-one forces down our eyes And no-one speaks and no-one tries And no-one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes Inviting and inciting me to rise And through the window in the wall Come streaming in on sunlight wings A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies And no-one makes me close my eyes And so I throw the windows wide And call to you across the sky |