ONE OF THESE DAYS (Gilmour, Waters, Wright, Mason)

« One of these days, I’m going to cut into little pieces »

A PILLOW OF WINDS (Gilmour, Waters) © 1971 and 1986 Hampshire House Publishing Corp.

A cloud of eiderdown

Draws around me

Softening a sound

Sleepy time, when I lie

With my love by my side

And she’s breathing low

And the candle dies …

When night comes down

You lock the door

The book falls to the floor

As darkness falls

The waves roll by

The seasons change

The wind is warm

Now wakes the owl

Now sleeps the swan

Behold a dream

The dream is gone

Green fields

A cold rain is falling

In a golden dawn

And deep beneath the ground

The early morning sounds

And I go down

Sleepy time, when I lie

With my love by my side

And she’s breathing low

And I rise, like a bird

In the haze, when the first rays

Touch the sky

And the night winds die

FEARLESS (Gilmour, Waters) © 1971 and 1983 Hampshire House Publishing Corp..

You say the hill’s too steep to climb, chiding

You say you’d like to see me try climbing

You pick the place and I’ll choose the time

And I’ll climb that hill in my own way

Just wait a while for the right day

And as I rise above the tree lines 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?

And go down 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, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd

« Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone

You'll never walk alone

Liverpool! Liverpool! »

SAN TROPEZ (Roger Waters)

As I reach for a peach

Slide a rind down behind

The sofa in San Tropez

Breakin’ a stick

With a brick on the sand

Ridin’ a wave

In the wake of an old sedan

Sleepin’ alone in the

Drone of the darkness

Scratched by the sand that

Fell from my love

Deep in my dreams and I

Still hear her callin’

If you’re alone

I’ll come home

Backward and homebound

The pigeon, the dove

Gone with the wind

And the rain, on an airplane

Owning a home

With no silver spoon

I’m drinking champagne

Like a good tycoon

Sooner than wait for

A break in the weather

I’ll gather my far-flung

Thoughts together

Speeding away On the wind to a new day

If you’re alone

I’ll come home

And I pause for a while

By a country style

And listen to the things they say

Diggin’ for gold

In a hole in my hand

Open a book

Take a look at the way things stand

And you’re leading me down

To the place by the sea

I hear your soft voice

Calling to me

Making a date for

Later by phone

If you’re alone

I’ll come home

SEAMUS (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)

Roger Waters: Bass guitar/David Gilmour: Lead vocals, Acoustic guitar, Harmonica/Richard Wright: Piano/Seamus: Barking

Well, I was in the kitchen

Seamus, that's the dog, was outside

Well, I was in the kitchen

Seamus, my old hound, was outside

Well, you know the sun was singing slowly

But my old hound dog sat right down and cried

Here is the actual dog.

ECHOES (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour) © 1971 and 1976 Hampshire House Publishing Corp.

Roger Waters: Bass guitar, Tape effects/David Gilmour: Martin D-35 six-strings guitar, Twelve-string acoustic guitars, Fender Stringmaster twin neck pedal steel

 tape effects, lead vocals, backing vocals, scat singing/Nick Mason: Drums, Tape effects/Richard Wright: Steinway piano, Minimoog

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant time

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land

And no one knows the wheres or whys

But something stirs, and something tries

It starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land

And help me understand the best I can

And no one calls us to move on

And no one forces down our eyes

No one speaks, and no one tries

No one flies around the sun

Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes

Inviting and inciting me to rise

And through the window in the wall

Come streaming in on sunlight wings

A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no one sings me lullabies

And no one makes me close my eyes

So I throw the windows wide

And call to you across the sky

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