Pink Floyd c 1969

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        Cirrus minor
        The Nile song
        Crying song
        Up the Khyber
        Green is the colour
        Cymbaline
        Party sequence
        Main theme
        Ibiza bar
        More blues
        Quicksilver
        A spanish piece
        Dramatic theme

Cirrus minor

       In a churchyard by a river
       lazing in the haze of midday
       laughing in the grasses and the graves

       Yellow bird you are not lonely
       in singing and in flying on
       in laughing and in leaving

       Willow weeping in the water
       waving to the river-daughters
       swaying in the ripples and the wreaths

       On a trip to Cirrus Minor
       saw a crater in the sun
       a thousand miles of moonlight later

The Nile song

       I was standing by the Nile
       when I saw the lady smile
       I would take her out for a while, for a while
       like tears that like a child
       how her golden hair was blowing wild
       then she spread her wings to fly, for to fly
       soaring high above the breezes
       going always where she pleases

       She will make it to the island in the sun
       I will follow her in her shadow
       and I'll watch her from my window
       one day I will catch her

       She is calling from the deep
       summoning my soul to endless sleep
       she is bound to drag me down, drag me down.

Crying Song

       We smile and smile
       laughter echoes in your eyes
       We climb and climb
       fruit falls softly in the pines
       We cry and cry
       sadness passess in a while
       We roll and roll
       help me roll away the stone

Green is the Colour

       Heavy hung the canopy of blue
       shade my eyes and I can see you
       white is the light that shines
       through the dress that you wore

       She lay in the shadow of a wave
       hazy were the visions overplayed
       sunlight in her eyes,
       but moonshine made her cry every time

       Green is the colour of her kind
       quickness of the eye deceives the mind
       envy is the bond between
       the hopeful and the damned

Cymbaline

       The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets 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 tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme
       And it's high time, Cymbaline please wake me

       A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
       the ravens all are closing in, 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 please wake me

       The lions converging where you stand, they must have moved the picture plain
       the leaves are heavy 'round your feet, you hear the thunder of the train
       suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
       and Doctor Strange is always changing size
       And it's high time, Cymbaline please wake me

Ibiza Bar

       I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made
       making every time that I lay
       I feel like an oddball with a cut-off mind
       So if you excuse me it's time
       when the count is rhymed
       and the story-line is fine

       I've been amazed since the first day
       I can't get a line too close
       take me down, take me down
       from the cell of my mind
       and hear me slowly floating lonely somewhere

       I live far enough on a shelf like a dress
       on the end of all that reads like a sad song
       leaves began to grow beautiful
       and years they began
       and hear me slowly floating lonely
       flowing down too slow

                    Pink Floyd     c 1969,july

                       Pink Floyd      c 1969
                              UmmaGumma

Live album:

       Astronomy Domine
       Careful with that Axe, Eugene
       Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
       A Saucerful of Secrets

Studio album:

       Richard Wright -  Sysyphus( parts 1- 4)
       Roger Waters   - a) Grantchester meadows
                        b) Several species of small furry animals
                           gathered together in a cave
                           and grooving with a pict
       David Gilmour  -  The narrow way( parts 1- 3)
       Nick Mason     -  The grand vizier's
                         garden party

          Part 1 - Entrance
          Part 2 - Entertainment
          Part 3 - Exit

Grantchester meadows

      Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain
      in the sky a bird was heard to cry
      misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
      be like the deathly silence that lay all around

      Hear the knock and hearten
      to the barking of the dog fox
      gone to ground
      see the splashing of the kingfisher
      flashing through the water
      and the river of green
      is sliding unseen beneath the trees
      laughing as it passes
      through the endless summer
      making for the sea

      In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down
      all around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground
      basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
      bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room
      In the lazy watermeadow 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.

The narrow way

      Flowing in the path
      as it leads toward the darkness in the north
      weary stranger's faces show their sympathy
      they've seen that home before

      If you wanna stay for a little bit
      rest your aching limbs for a little bit
      before you can find his private room
      and you can't delay
      hear the nightbirds calling him
      to care and catch the words to say
      close by in the nightmare of your brain

      Misty swelling creatures crawling
      hear the roar get louder in your ears
      you know the volume as you're on the force
      behind can't conquer all your fears

      All your birds aren't really listening
      tell them there is life with every morning
      perhaps today you can when you answer me
      it's clear, it's all nights warning

Pink Floyd c 1969,november