CIRRUS MINOR (Roger Waters)

In a churchyard by a river

Lazing in the haze of midday

Laughing in the grasses and the graves


Yellow bird, you are not lone

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 reeds


On a trip to Cirrus Minor

Saw a crater in the sun

A thousand miles of moonlight later

We can hear a countdown in the very beginning of this song.

THE NILE SONG (Roger Waters)

I was standing by the Nile

When I saw the lady smile

I would take her out for a while

For a while


My tears wept 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 islands in the sun

I will follow in her shadow

As I watch her from my window

One day I will catch her eye


She is calling from the deep

Summoning my soul to endless sleep

She is bound to drag me down

Drag me down

CRYING SONG (Roger Waters)

We smile and smile

We smile and smile

Laughter echoes in your eyes


We climb and climb

We climb and climb

Footfalls softly in the pines

We cry and cry

We cry and cry

Sadness passes in a while


We roll and roll

We roll and roll

Help me roll away the stone

GREEN IS THE COLOUR (Roger Waters) © 1968 & 1983 Hampshire House Publishing Corp.

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 the wave

Hazy were the visions of her playing

Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine made her blind ev’ry 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 (Roger Waters)

The path you tread is narrow

And the drop is shear and very high

The ravens all are watching

From a vantage point nearby

Apprehension creeping

Like a tube-train up your spine

Will the tightrope reach the end?

Will the final couplet rhyme?


And it’s high time!

Cymbaline

It’s high time!

Cymbaline

Please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings

Is falling by your side

The ravens all are closing in

And 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

It’s high time!

Cymbaline

Please wake me

The lines converging where you stand

They must have moved the picture plane

The leaves are heavy around your feet

You hear the thunder of the train

And suddenly it strikes you

That they’re moving into range

And Doctor Strange is always changing size


And it’s high time!

Cymbaline

It’s high time!

Cymbaline

Please wake me

And it’s high time!

Cymbaline

It’s high time!

Cymbaline

Please wake me

IBIZA BAR (Gilmour, Mason, Waters, Wright)

I'm so afraid

Of all the mistakes that I've made

Shaking every time that I awake

I feel like a cardboard cut-out man


So build me a time

When the characters rhyme

And the story line is kind

I've aged and aged since the first page

I've lived every line that you wrote

Take me down, take me down

From the shelf above your head


And build me a time

When the characters rhyme

And the story line is kind

I live where I'm left

On the shelf like the rest

And the epilogue reads like a sad song

Please pick up your camera

And use me again


And build me a time

When the characters rhyme

And the storyline is kind

Yeaaaah!

IBIZA BAR (Gilmour)

« Bath of tequila, Manuel

Listen Gringo

Laugh at my lisp and I kill you

I think

This Spanish music

It sets my soul on fire

Lovely seniorita

Your eyes are like stars

Your teeth are like pearls

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