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FEBUARY 2002: WYWH: SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND I IV

Remember when you were young,

you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes,

like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,

blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter,

come on you stranger,

you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon,

you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night,

and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,

rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver,

you seer of visions,

come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

JANUARY 2002: PIPERS AT THE GATES OF DAWN: ASTRONOMY DOMAINE

Lime and limpid green, a second scene

A fight between the blue you once knew.

Floating down, the sound resounds

Around the icy waters underground.

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.

Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.

Blinding signs flap,

Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.

Stairway scare Dan dare who's there?

Lime and limpid green, the sounds surronds

The icy waters under

Lime and limpid green, the sounds surronds

The icy waters underground.

DECEMBER 2001: THE FINAL CUT: THE POST WAR DREAM

tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified

is it for this that daddy died?

did i watch too much t.v.?

is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?

if it wasn't for the nips

being so good at building ships

the yards would still be open on the clyde

and it can't be much fun for them

beneath the rising sun

with all their kids committing suicide

what have we done maggie what have we done

what have we done to england

should we shout should we scream

"what happened to the post war dream?"

oh maggie maggie what have we done?

NOVEMBER 2001: DIVISION BELL: POLES APART

Did you know...it was all going to go so wrong for you

And did you see it was all going to be so right for me

Why did we tell you then

You were always the golden boy then

And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes

Hey you...did you ever realise what you'd become

And did you see that it wasn't only me you were running from

Did you know all the time but it never bothered you anyway

Leading the blind while I stared out the steel in your eyes

The rain fell slow, down on all the roofs of uncertainty

I thought of you and the years and all the sadness fell away from me

And did you know...

I never thought that you'd lose that light in your eyes

OCTOBER 2001: WYWH: SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND I IV

Remember when you were young,

you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes,

like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,

blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter,

come on you stranger,

you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon,

you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night,

and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver,

you seer of visions,

come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

SEPTEMBER 2001: MORE: IBIZA BAR

(Waters, Mason, Wright, Gilmour)

Fuck If I know where this one came form or how I missed it for so long but this is one of my new top ten.

I swear to fucking God man. Shine your shoes, thats right back in the tub!

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I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made

Taking every time that I wake

I feel like a hard-boiled and cut-up man

So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind

Are days are made since the first page

I've lived every line that you wrote

Take me down, take me down, from the shelf above your head

So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind

And if I live on the shelf like the rest

And if love bleeds like a sad song

Please pick-up your camera and use me again

So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind

Yea

AUGUST 2001: THE DIVISION BELL: LOST FOR WORDS

I was spending my time in the doldrums

I was caught in a cauldron of hate

I felt persecuted and paralysed

I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies

Engulfed in a fever of spite

Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades

Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution

Is not going to help at all

Because there'll be no safety in numbers

When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?

Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?

Stuck in a word of isolation

While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies

And I ask could we wipe the slate clean

But they tell me to please go fuck myself

You know you just can't win

SEPTEMBER 2001: THE WALL disc 2: STOP

STOP!!!!!!

I wanna go home,

Take off this uniform and leave the show,

But I'm waiting here in this cell because I have to know,

Have I been guilty all this time?

AUGUST 2001: MOMENTARY LAPSE OF REASON: LEARNING TO FLY

Into the distance, a ribbon of black

Stretched to the point of no turning back

A flight of fancy on a windswept field

Standing alone my senses reeled

A fatal attraction holding me fast, how

Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings

Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything

No navigator to guide my way home

Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly

Condition grounded but determined to try

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,

My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,

Across the clouds I see my shadow fly

Out of the corner of my watering eye

A dream unthreatened by the morning light

Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this

Suspended animation, A state of bliss

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

JULY 2001: SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS: CORPORAL CLEGG

(Waters)

Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg

He won it in the war, in 1944.

Corporal Clegg had a medal too

In orange, red, and blue

He found it in the zoo.

Dear, dear were they really sad for me?

Dear, dear will they really laugh at me?

Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him.

Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin.

Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain

He's never been the same

No one is to blame

Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream

From Her Majesty the queen

His boots were very clean.

Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him

Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin.

JUNE 2001: SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS: JUGBAND BLUES

(Barrett)

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here

And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear

That I'm not here.

And I never knew we could be so thick

And I never knew the moon could be so blue

And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes

And brought me here instead dressed in red

And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.

I don't care if the sun don't shine

And I don't care if nothing is mine

And I don't care if I'm nervous with you

I'll do my loving in the winter.

And the sea isn't green

And I love the queen

And what exactly is a dream

And what exactly is a joke.

MAY 2001: OBSCURED BY THE CLOUDS: STAY

Stay and help me to end the day.

And of 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.

APRIL 2001: MORE: GREEN IS THE COLOUR

(Waters)

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 cry 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

MARCH 2001: THE GNOME: PIPERS AT THE GATES OF DAWN

I want to tell you a story

About a little man

If I can.

A gnome named Grimble Grumble.

And little gnomes stay in their homes.

Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic,

A blue green hood,

It looked quite good.

He had a big adventure

Amidst the grass

Fresh air at last.

Wining, dining, biding his time.

And then one day - hooray!

Another way for gnomes to say

Hoooooooooray.

Look at the sky, look at the river

Isn't it good?

Look at the sky, look at the river

Isn't it good?

Winding, finding places to go.

And then one day - hooray!

Another way for gnomes to say

Hoooooooooray.

Hooooooooooooooray.

FEBRUARY 2001: NILE SONG:MORE

I was standing by the Nile

When I saw the lady smile.

I would take her out for a while,

For a while.

Light 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 island 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.

JANUARY 2001: ATOM HEART MOTHER:IF

(Waters)

If I were a swan, I'd be gone.

If I were a train, I'd be late.

And if I were a good man,

I'd talk with you

More often than I do.

If I were to sleep, I could dream.

If I were afraid, I could hide.

If I go insane, please don't put

Your wires in my brain.

If I were the moon, I'd be cool.

If I were a book, I would bend for you.

If I were a good man, I'd understand

The spaces between friends.

If I were alone, I would cry.

And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.

And if I go insane,

And they lock me away,

Will you still let me join in the game?

If I were a swan, I'd be gone.

If I were a train, I'd be late again.

If I were a good man,

I'd talk with you

More often than I do.

December 2000: BARRET: Baby Lemonade

In the sad town

cold iron hands clap

the party of clowns outside

rain falls in grey far away

please, please, Baby Lemonade

In the evening sun going down

when the earth streams in, in the morning

send a cage through the post

make your name like a ghost

please, please, Baby Lemonade

I'm screaming, I met you this way

you're nice to me like ice

in the clock they sent through a washing machine

come around, make it soon, so alone...

please, please, Baby Lemonade

In the sad town

cold iron hands clap

the party of clowns outside

rain falls in grey far away

please, please, Baby Lemonade

In the evening sun going down

when the earth streams in, in the morning

send a cage through the post

make your name like a ghost

please, please, Baby Lemonade

November 2000: Anybody Out There: The Show must go On

Ooooh ah oh ah take me home take me home.

Ooooh ah oh ah let me go let me go.

Must the show Go on?

Do i have to stand up,

Wilded-eyed in the spotlight what a nightmare.

Why don't i turn and run!?

Oooooh aah oh ah It was just a mistake,

i didnt mean to let them take away my soul.

Am i too wrong is it too late.

And where has the feeling gone?

And will i remember the song.

OOOOOOOOOOOOH AH...

The show must go ooon.

OCTOBER 2000: FINAL CUT: THE HERO'S RETURN

Jesus Jesus what's it all about

trying to clout these little ingrates into shape

when i was their age all the lights went out

there was no time to whine and mope about

and even now part of me flies over

dresden at angels one five

though they'll never fathom it behind my sarcasm desperate memories lie

sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep, good

'cos that's the only time that i can really talk to you

and there is something that i've locked away

a memory that is too painful

to withstand the light of day

when we came back from the war the banners and

flags hung on everyones door

we danced and we sang in the street and the church bells rang

but burning in my heart my memory smoulders on

of the gunners dying words on the intercom