BURNING BRIDGES (Wright, Waters)

Bridges burning gladly

Merging with the shadow

Flickering between the lines

Stolen moments floating softly on the air

Born 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 vision stirring

Kindled by and burning

Flames rise in her eyes

The door 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 … (Gilmour, Waters)

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 sea

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

WOT’S … UH THE DEAL ? (Gilmour, Waters)

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 me 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 a chill wind blowing in my soul

And I think I’m growing old

Flash the readies

Wot’s… uh-the deal?

Got to make it 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 a 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 sent 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've you been?”

Cause there’s no wind left in my soul

And I’ve grown old

CHILDHOOD’S END (David Gilmour)

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

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 (Roger Waters)

One, two, free, 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


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 is 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 in the sickroom

And talk to yourself till you die

STAY (Waters, Wright)

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

Because 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 to try to remember your name

To find the words to tell you good-bye


Morning dues

Newborn day

Midnight blue

Turned to gray

Midnight blue

Burning gold

A yellow moon

Is growing cold

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