Pink Floyd      c 1973
                     The Dark Side Of The Moon

       Speak to me
       Breathe
       On the run
       Time
       The great gig in the sky
       Money
       Us and them
       Any colour you like
       Brain damage
       Eclipse

BREATHE

      Breathe, breathe in the air
      Don't be afraid to care
      Leave but don't leave me
      Look around and choose 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.

ON THE RUN

      Run, 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.

TIME

      Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
      You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
      Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
      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 then one day you find ten years have got behing you
      No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

      And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
      And racing around to come up behing 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 desperation is the English way
       he time is gone the song is over thought I'd something more to say.

BREATHE ( reprise )

      Home, home again
      I like to be here when I can
      When I come home coldened 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
      To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

MONEY

      Money, get away
      Get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
      Money, it's a gas
      Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
      New car, caviar, four star daydream,
      Think I'll buy me a footbal team.

      Money, get back
      I'm alright, 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 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, away, away

US AND THEM

      Us and them
      And after all we're only ordinary men
      Me and you
      God only knows it's not 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
      And in the end it's only round and 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

      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
      And I've got things on my mind
      For want of the price of tea and a slice
      The old man died.

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 forbodings 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 'till 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 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.

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 everyone you meet
      All that you slight 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.

      There is no dark side on the Moon really

           David Gilmour         vocals, guitars, VCS3
           Nick Mason            drums, percussion,
                                 tape effects
           Richard Wright        keyboards, vocals, VCS3
           Roger Waters          bass guitar, vocals,
                                 VCS3, tape effects

           Dick Parry            Saxophone on
                                 "Money" and "Us and Them"
           Clare Torry           Vocals on
                                 "The Great Gig in the Sky"

           Recorded at Abbey Road studious, London

Pink Floyd c 1973,march