Pink Floyd

thumb|Remember a day before todayA day when you were young.Free to play alone with timeEvening never came. thumb|Isn't it strangeHow little we changeIsn't it sad we're insanePlaying the game that we know end in tearsThe games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands and... thumb|Life is a short, warm momentAnd 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. thumb|Oh by the way, which one's Pink? Pink Floyd were an English rock band formed in London in 1964. Gaining an early following as one of the first British psychedelic groups, they were distinguished for their extended compositions, sonic experimentation, philosophical lyrics and elaborate live shows. They became a leading band of the progressive rock genre, cited by some as the greatest progressive rock band of all time. Pink Floyd were founded in 1964 by Syd Barrett (guitar, lead vocals), Nick Mason (drums), Roger Waters (bass guitar, vocals), Richard Wright (keyboards, vocals) and Bob Klose (guitars); Klose quit in 1965. Guitarist and vocalist David Gilmour joined in December 1967; Barrett left in April 1968 due to deteriorating mental health. Song lyrics Isn't it strangeHow little we changeIsn't it sad we're insanePlaying the game that we know end in tearsThe games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands and... Point Me at the Sky, written by David Gilmour and Roger Waters (1968) The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967) Lime and limpid green, a second sceneA fight between the blue you once knew.Floating down, the sound resoundsAround the icy waters underground. Astronomy Domine, written by Syd Barrett Emily tries but misunderstands, ah oohShe often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow.There is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'll lose your mind and playFree games for maySee Emily play. See Emily Play, written by Syd Barrett A Saucerful of Secrets (1968) thumb|Set the controls for the heart of the sun. thumb|It's awfully considerate of you to think of me hereAnd I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here. Remember a day before todayA day when you were young.Free to play alone with timeEvening never came. Remember a Day, written by Richard Wright Over the mountain watching the watcher.Breaking the darknessWaking the grapevine.One inch of love is one inch of shadowLove is the shadow that ripens the wine.Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun, written by Roger Waters It's awfully considerate of you to think of me hereAnd I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here. Jugband Blues, written by Syd Barrett Ummagumma (1969) In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground.Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoonBringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. Grantchester Meadows, written by Roger Waters Atom Heart Mother (1970) thumb|If I were the moon, I'd be cool.If I were a book, I would bend for you.If I were a good man, I'd understandThe spaces between friends. If I were the moon, I'd be cool.If I were a book, I would bend for you.If I were a good man, I'd understandThe spaces between friends. If, written by Roger Waters Meddle (1971) A cloud of eiderdownDraws around meSoftening a sound.Sleepy time, and I lie,With my love by my side,And she's breathing low. A Pillow of Winds, written by Roger Waters & David Gilmour Strangers passing in the streetBy chance two separate glances meetAnd I am you and what I see is me.And do I take you by the handAnd lead you through the landAnd help me understandThe best I can. Echoes, written by Roger Waters, Richard Wright, Nick Mason, David Gilmour Obscured by Clouds (1972) Ancient bonds are breaking,Moving on and changing sides.Dreaming of a new day,Cast aside the other way.Magic visions stirring,Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes. Burning Bridges, written by Roger Waters & Richard Wright Life is a short, warm momentAnd 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. Free Four, written by Roger Waters The memories of a man in his old ageAre the deeds of a man in his prime.You shuffle in gloom in the sickroomAnd talk to yourself till you die. Free Four The Dark Side of the Moon (1973) thumb|And if the dam breaks open many years too soonAnd if there is no room upon the hillAnd if your head explodes with dark forebodings too,I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.~ Brain Damage the dark side of the Moon dark side of the Moon thumb|I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely yearsBeen over the edge for yonksBeen working with bands son long, I think 'Crikey'I've always been mad, I know I've been madLike the most of us, very hard to explain why you're madEven if you're not mad. Speak to Me, written by Nick Mason Long you live and high you flyAnd smiles you'll give and tears you'll cryAnd all you touch and all you seeIs all your life will ever be. Breathe, written by David Gilmour, Roger Waters, Richard Wright thumb|Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the way. Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or Speak something to show you the way. Time, written by David Gilmour, Nick Mason, Roger Waters, Richard Wright So 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 a relative way but you're older;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Time thumb|Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English wayThe time is gone, the song is over,Thought I'd something more to say. Time thumb|Money, it's a hit.Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. thumb|Money, it's a crime.Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.Money, so they sayIs the root of all evil today.But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they'reGiving none away. Money, 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 traveling setAnd I think I need a Lear jet. Money, written by Roger Waters Money, it's a crime.Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.Money, so they sayIs the root of all evil today.But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they'reGiving none away. Money Us, and themAnd after all we're only ordinary men.Me, and you.God only knows it's not what we would choose to do. Us and Them, written by Richard Wright, Roger Waters Forward he cried, from the rear, and the front rank died.The general sat, and the lines on the map, moved from side to side. Us and Them, written by Richard Wright, Roger Waters And if the dam breaks open many years too soonAnd if there is no room upon the hillAnd if your head explodes with dark forebodings tooI'll see you on the dark side of the moon. Brain Damage, written by Roger Waters The lunatic is in my head.The lunatic is in my headYou raise the blade, you make the changeYou re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.You lock the doorAnd throw away the keyThere's someone in my head but it's not me. Brain Damage All that is nowAll that is goneAll that's to comeAnd everything under the sun is in tuneBut the sun is eclipsed by the moon. Eclipse, written by Roger Waters thumb|There's no dark side of the moon really.Matter of fact it is all dark. There's no dark side of the moon really.Matter of fact it is all dark. Eclipse Wish You Were Here (1975) thumb|Shine on you crazy diamond. You reached for the secret too soon,You cried for the moon.Shine on you crazy diamond.Threatened by shadows at night,And exposed in the light.Shine on you crazy diamond. Shine On You Crazy Diamond, written by Roger Waters, Richard Wright, David Gilmour thumb|Welcome my son, welcome to the machine. Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.Where have you been?It's alright we know where you've been.You've been in the pipeline, filling in time. Welcome to the Machine, written by Roger Waters thumb|Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.You're gonna go far, fly high,You're never gonna die,You're gonna make it if you try;They're gonna love you. Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.You're gonna go far, fly high,You're never gonna die,You're gonna make it if you try;They're gonna love you. Have a Cigar, written by Roger Waters Oh by the way, which one's Pink? Have a Cigar So, so you think you can tellHeaven from Hell,Blue skies from pain?Can you tell a green fieldFrom a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell? Wish You Were Here, written by Roger Waters and David Gilmour How I wish, how I wish you were here.We're just two lost soulsSwimming in a fish bowl,Year after year,Running over the same old ground.What have we found?The same old fears.Wish you were here. Wish You Were Here Animals (1977) thumb|What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.Meek and obedient you follow the leaderDown well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.What a surprise!A look of terminal shock in your eyes.Now things are really what they seem.No, this is no bad dream. You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. Dogs, written by Roger Waters, David Gilmour Haha, charade you are! Pigs (Three Different Ones), written by Roger Waters What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.Meek and obedient you follow the leaderDown well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.What a surprise!A look of terminal shock in your eyes.Now things are really what they seem.No, this is no bad dream. Sheep, written by Roger Waters The Wall (1979) Pink Floyd The Wall (film) All songs written by Roger Waters, except as noted thumb| All in all it's just another brick in the wall.All in all you're just another brick in the wall. thumb|We don't need no educationWe don't need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave them kids aloneHey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! So ya, thought ya, might like to go to the show?To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow In the Flesh? If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyesYou'll just have to claw your way through this disguise. In the Flesh? If you should go skatingOn the thin ice of modern lifeDragging behind you the silent reproachOf a million tear-stained eyesDon't be surprised when a crack in the iceAppears under your feet. The Thin Ice When we grew up and went to schoolThere were certain teachers who wouldHurt the children in any way they couldBy pouring their derisionUpon anything we didAnd exposing every weaknessHowever carefully hidden by the kids. The Happiest Days of Our Lives We don't need no educationWe don't need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave them kids aloneHey! Teachers! 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. Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2 thumb|Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.Mother's gonna put all of her fears into you.Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,Of course mama's gonna help build the wall. Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.Mother's gonna put all of her fears into you.Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,Of course mama's gonna help build the wall. Mother Did-did-did-did you see the frightened ones?Did-did-did-did you hear the falling bombs?Did-did-did-did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath the clear blue sky? Goodbye Blue Sky What shall we useTo fill the empty spacesWhere we used to talk? Empty Spaces I am just a new boy,Stranger in this town.Where are all the good times?Who's gonna show this stranger around?Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.Ooooh, I need a dirty girl. Young Lust, written by Roger Waters, David Gilmour Day after day, love turns greyLike the skin of a dying man.Night after night, we pretend its all rightBut I have grown older andYou have grown colder andNothing is very much fun any more.And I can feel one of my turns coming on.I feel cold as a razor blade,Tight as a tourniquet,Dry as a funeral drum. One of My Turns thumb| But it was only fantasy.The wall was too high,As you can see.No matter how he tried,He could not break free.And the worms ate into his brain. Hey you, out there on your ownSitting naked by the phoneWould you touch me?Hey you, with you ear against the wallWaiting for someone to call outWould you touch me?Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?Open your heart, I'm coming home. Hey You But it was only fantasy.The wall was too high,As you can see.No matter how he tried,He could not break free.And the worms ate into his brain. Hey You thumb|I have become comfortably numb. There is no pain you are recedingA 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 feverMy hands felt just like two balloons.Now I've got that feeling once againI can't explain you would not understandThis is not how I am.I have become comfortably numb. Comfortably Numb, written by Roger Waters, David Gilmour So ya!thought ya!Might like to!Go to the show!To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.I've got some bad news for you sunshine:Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotelAnd they sent us along as a surrogate band.We're gonna find out where you fans really STAND OUT!Are there any queers, in the theater tonight? Get'em off against the wall.(gainst! The! Wall!)Now there's one in the SPOTLIGHT, he don't look right to me.Get him up against the wall.('gainst! the!)And that one looks Jewish and that one's a COON!Who let all this riffraff into the room?!There's one smokin' a joint!And ANOTHER ONE WITH SPOTS!If I had my way, I'd have all of you SHOT! In the Fleshthumb|Good morning, Worm your honor.The crown will plainly showThe prisoner who now stands before youWas caught red-handed showing feelingsShowing feelings of an almost human nature;This will not do. Good morning, Worm your honor.The crown will plainly showThe prisoner who now stands before youWas caught red-handed showing feelingsShowing feelings of an almost human nature;This will not do. The Trial, written by Roger Waters, Bob Ezrin THE EVIDENCE! BEFORE THE COURT IS! INCONTROVERTIBLE!There's no need for the jury to RETIRE!In all my years of judging, I have never heard before!Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law!THE WAY youmade them SUFFER, your exquisite wife and motherFills me with the URGE to DEFECATE!(Go on, Judge, shit on him!)SINCE! my friend! you have revealed your deepest fear,I sentence you to be EXPOSED BEFORE YOUR PEERS!TEAR DOWN THE WAAAAALLL!!!!''' The Trial All alone, or in twos,The ones who really love youWalk up and down, outside the wall.Some hand in hand,And some gathered together in bands,The bleeding hearts and the artists make their stand.And when they've given you their all,Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easyBanging your heart against some mad bugger's wall. Outside the Wall The Final Cut (1983) All songs written by Roger Waters thumb|The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high And you hide, hide, hideBehind brown and mild eyes. Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified?Is it for this that Daddy died?Was it for you? Was it me?Did i watch too much t.v.?Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?The Post War Dreamthumb|A place to stayEnough to eatSomewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the streetWhere you can speak out loudAbout your doubts and fearsAnd what's more no-one ever disappearsYou never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.You can relax on both sides of the tracksAnd maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote controlAnd everyone has recourse to the lawAnd no one kills the children anymore. A place to stayEnough to eatSomewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the streetWhere you can speak out loudAbout your doubts and fearsAnd what's more no-one ever disappearsYou never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.You can relax on both sides of the tracksAnd maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote controlAnd everyone has recourse to the lawAnd no one kills the children anymore. The Gunner's Dream Button your lipAnd don't let the shield slip.Take a fresh grip on your bulletproof mask.And if they try to break down your disguise with their questionsYou can hide, hide, hideBehind paranoid eyes.You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jarFixing your grin as you casually lean on the barLaughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowdYou can hide, hide, hide{"I'll tell you what, mate, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five, alright?"} Behind petrified eyesYou believed in their stories of fame, fortune and gloryNow you're lost in a haze of alcohol-soft middle ageThe pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high And you hide, hide, hideBehind brown and mild eyes. Paranoid Eyes Paranoid Eyes (song) YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyJHL8GFaIs&list=RDNyJHL8GFaIs 13 November 2015 Take all your overgrown infants away somewhereAnd build them a home, a little place of their own.The Fletcher MemorialHome for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. The Fletcher Memorial Home Fuck all that we've got to get on with theseGotta compete with the wily Japanese.There's too many home fires burningAnd not enough trees.So fuck all thatWe've go to get on with these. Not Now JohnNot now John we've got to get on with the film show Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow Who cares what it is about as long as the kids go. Not Now John A Momentary Lapse of Reason (1987) thumb|Into the distance, a ribbon of blackStretched to the point of no turning backA flight of fancy on a windswept fieldStanding alone my senses reeledA fatal attraction is holding me fast,How can I escape this irresistible grasp?</p>Can't keep my eyes from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I. Into the distance, a ribbon of blackStretched to the point of no turning backA flight of fancy on a windswept fieldStanding alone my senses reeledA fatal attraction is holding me fast,How can I escape this irresistible grasp?Can't keep my eyes from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I. Learning to Fly, written by David Gilmour, Anthony Moore, Bob Ezrin, Jon Carin Dogs of war and men of hateWith no cause, we don't discriminateDiscovery is to be disownedOur currency is flesh and boneHell opened up and put on saleGather 'round and haggle. The Dogs of War, written by David Gilmour, Anthony Moore A restless eye across a weary roomA glazed look and I was on the road to ruinThe music played and played as we whirled without endNo hint, no word her honour to defendI will, I will she sighed to my requestAnd then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test. One Slip, written by David Gilmour, Phil Manzanera Don't accept that what's happeningIs just a case of others' sufferingOr you'll find that you're joining inThe turning away. On the Turning Away, written by David Gilmour, Anthony Moore The Division Bell (1994) thumb|Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were youngIn a world of magnets and miraclesOur thoughts strayed constantly and without boundaryThe ringing of the division bell had begun. Her love rains down on me easy as the breezeI listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the seaI was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desireWe were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire. Take It Back, written by David Gilmour, Bob Ezrin, Polly Samson, Nick Laird-Clowes Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were youngIn a world of magnets and miraclesOur thoughts strayed constantly and without boundaryThe ringing of the division bell had begun. High Hopes, written by David Gilmour, Polly Samson Quotes about Pink Floyd The influence that Floyd has had on bands that have come after is truly incredible. Whether psychedelic rock, progressive rock, alternative rock, and even some aspects of metal, Pink Floyd has been able to leave its mark with bands like Queensryche, Alice in Chains, Foo Fighters, and Pearl Jam.YardbarkerThe Wall might be progressive rock’s White Album in the sense that different fans would disagree on which songs are sublime and which are second-tier. Sean Murphy of Pop Matters (March 7, 2023) Well, there it is. I think you can pass your verdict as well as I can. My verdict is that it is a little bit of a regression to childhood, but after all, why not? Hans Keller, discussing the then-new group Pink Floyd, The Look of the Week, BBC TV, May 1967. Whereas the guys in Led Zeppelin dressed like sex-hungry geishas, the members of Pink Floyd favored sweaters, blue jeans and sneakers; they looked like their mothers had dressed them. In Pink Floyd's Live at Pompeii DVD, which includes footage from the making of Dark Side of the Moon, the cameras ponderously linger on Pink Floyd eating lunch in the studio canteen during a break from recording sessions. It's entirely possible that this was the most interesting part of making one of the most popular classic-rock albums of all time. It's like Pink Floyd was trying to be as boring as possible while also being insanely popular. Steven Hyden, Twilight of the Gods: A Journey to the End of Classic Rock, 2018, pp. 25–26 [Their lifestyle] is interchangeable with the president of just about any bank in England. Bob Ezrin, co-producer of The Wall, quoted in The Billboard Book of Number One Hits'', Fred Bronson, 2003, p. 523 External links Pink Floyd's UK site Pink Floyd's US site Category:English bands Category:Progressive rock bands Category:Psychedelic rock bands