One Of These Days

One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces






Arnold Layne

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
Two to know
Why can't you see

Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
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
Two to know
Why can't you see

Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne don't do it again

Fearless

You say the hill's too 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 sound
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
No doubt in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd

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 paper boy 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
I'll 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 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the clouds 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

Eclipse

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

Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun

Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Under the eaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine

Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his question to heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving

Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun

See Emily Play

Emily tries, but misunderstands
She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for May
See Emily play

Soon after dark Emily cries
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for May
See Emily play

Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river forever and ever, Emily, Emily
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for May
See Emily play

Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict

"Aye, an' a bit of mackerel, settler rack and down
Ran it down by the home, and I flew
Well, I slapped me and I flopped it down in the shade
And I cried, cried, cried

The fear a fallen down had taken, never back the raise
And then cried Mary, an' took out wi' your Claymore
Right outta a' pocket, I ran down, down the mountainside
Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling around the feet.

Never! He cried, never shall ye get me alive
Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew
Well, I snatched fer the blade an' a Claymore cut and thrust
And I fell doon before him round his feet. Aye

A roar he cried
Frae the bottom of his heart
That I would nay fall but as dead
Dead as I can by a' feet, d'ya ken?

And the wind cried Mary

Free Four

One two free four

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in gloom of the sick room
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
But mind how you go
And I can tell you 'cos I know
You may find it hard to get off

But you are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
And everyone's still on 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 til you die

Embryo

All this love is all I am
A ball is all I am
I'm so new compared to you
And I am very small

Warm glow, moon glow
Always need a little more room

Waiting here seems like years
Never seen the light of day

All around I hear strange sounds come
gurgling in my ear
Red the light and dark the night
I feel my dawn is near

Warm glow, moon glow
Always need a little more room

Whisper low here I go
I will see the sunshine show