PINK FLOYD
OBSCURED BY CLOUDS

© 1972 EMI Records Ltd.

Obscured by Clouds

(Instrumental)

When You're In

(Instrumental)

Burning Bridges

Bridges burning gladly
Merging with the shadows
Flickering between the lines
Stolen moments floating softly on the air
Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher

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

The doorway stands ajar
The walls that once were high
Beyond the gilded cage
Beyond the reach of ties
The moment is at hand
She breaks the golden band

The Gold it's in The...

Come on, my friends
Let's make for the hills
They say there's gold
But I'm looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find
Because I'm only coming along for the ride
Well, you go your way
I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
Everybody's searching for something they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains
Across the seas
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don't change
All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies
All I want to tell you
All I want to say
Is count me in on the journey
Don't expect me to stay

Wots...uh the Deal

Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies... wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak, but you're alone
Million miles from home
You're on your own

So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout 'Come on in
What's the news and where you been?'
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old

Mudmen

(Instrumental)

Childhood's End

You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears
Just two eyes

You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end
Your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
And all the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your final choice

Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born
Some men die
Beneath one infinite sky
There'll be war
There'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
And so all things, time will mend
So this song will end

Free Four

One, two, three, 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 sickroom
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
And mind how you go
And I can tell you 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off

And You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
And 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 of the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die

Stay

Stay and help me to end the day
And if you don't mind
We'll break a bottle of wine
Stick around
And maybe we'll put one down
'Cause I wanna find
What lies behind those eyes
Midnight blue
Burning gold
A yellow moon
Is growing cold

I rise
Looking through my morning eyes
Surprised to find you by my side
Rack my brain
And to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dues
Newborn day
Midnight blue
Turned to gray

Midnight blue
Burning gold
A yellow moon
Is growing cold

Absolutely Curtains

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