Dark Side of the Moon Songtext / Lyric

Pink Floyd - speak to me

"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been
over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."

"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even
if you're not mad..."

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Pink Floyd - breathe

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don´t be afraid to care
Leave, but don´t leave me
Look around, chose your own ground

For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you´ll give and tears you´ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don´t sit down, it´s time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave


Pink Floyd - On The Run

(female announcing flights)
"...have your passports ready....Rome..."

"Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me, HaHaHaaaaaa!"

(Instrumental)

Pink Floyd - time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around all the piece of groung in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
and there is time to kill today
And the one day you´ll find
ten years have got behind you
No one told you where to run,
you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
But it´s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way,
but you´re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter,
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I´d something more to say



Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It´s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
And hear the softly spoken magic spell

Pink Floyd - the great gig in the sky

"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."

"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

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Pink Floyd - money

Money, get away
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 good stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I´ll buy me a football team

Money, get back
i´m alright Jack keep your hands off my stack
Money, it´s a hit
Don´t give me that do goody good bullshit
I´m in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

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


Pink Floyd - Us and Them

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

Pink Floyd - Any Colour You Like

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Pink Floyd - brain damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paperboy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till I´m sane
You lock the door, and throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but it´s not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you´re in starts playing different tunes
I´ll see you on the dark side of the moon


Pink Floyd - eclipse

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that´s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon