Pink Floyd Lyrics - Album: Obscured by Clouds [1972]



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Burning Bridges.

Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadow
Flickering between the lines
Stolen mormons floating softly on the air
Gone on wings of fire and climbing higher

Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sides
Dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way
Magic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flames
Lies in her eyes

The door it stands a jar
It was, it once was high beyond the guilded cage
Beyond the reach of time, the moment is at hand
She breaks the golden band
The Gold It's In The...

Come on my friend, let's make for the hills
They say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find
'cause I've only come along for the ride

Well you go your way and 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 may 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 the far distant skies
All I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
Is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay
Wot's... 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 me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line 'cause 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 red is... wot's... uh 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
You turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your own

Fly kite by candle light
With her by my side
Wish she prefers we never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
Well 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, where you've been
'cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old
Childhood's End.

You shout in your sleep
That's the price, it's just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
It was put to the test
You awake with a start
Just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes

You said, sail across the sea
Long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end: your fantasies
Merging harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You'll find your eyes are growing moist
And all the fears never voiced
Say you have to make the 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 and there'll be peace
But anything one day will cease
All the iron turn to rust
All the proud men turn to dust
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 the gloom of the sick room
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 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
But mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off

But you are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
And everyone's still on the run

And who is the master of foxhounds
And who says the hunt is begun
And who calls the tune in the court-room
And who beats the funeral drum

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 get one down
'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes

Midnight blue, burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold

I rise, looking through my morning eyes
Surpised to find you by my side
Light my brain, don't try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye

Morning dews, newborn day
Midnight blue turned to grey
Midnight blue, burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold.
"Obscured by Clouds" showcases Pink Floyd's versatility and musical experimentation, and is notable for its use of atmospheric soundscapes, atmospheric sound effects, and unconventional musical structures.
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