Pink Floyd - dark side of the moon


breathe

breathe, breathe in the air  
don't be afraid to care  
leave, but don't leave me  
look around, choose your own ground  
for long you live  
and high you fly  
and smiles you give  
and tears you cry  
as all you touch and all you see  
is all your life will ever be  
 
  
run, rabbit, run  
dig that hole, forget the sun  
and when at last the work is done  
don't sit down, it's time to dig another one  
for long you live  
and high you fly  
smiles you give  
and tears you cry  
and balanced on the biggest wave 
you race towards an early grave  




time
 
ticking away the moments that make up a dull day  
you fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way  
kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown  
waiting for someone or something to show you the way  
 
tired of lying in the sunshine  
staying home to watch the rain  
you are young  
and life is long  
and there is time to kill today  
and then one day you find  
ten years have got behind you  
no one told you when to run  
you missed the starting gun  
 
and you run and you run  
to catch up with the sun  
but it's sinking  
racing around to come up behind you again  
the sun is the same in a relative way  
but you're older  
shorter of breath and one day closer to death  
 
every year is getting shorter  
never seemed to find the time  
plans that either come to naught  
or half a page of scribbled lines  
hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way  
the time is gone  
the song is over  
thought i'd something more to say  
 
home, home again  
i like to be here when i can  
when i come home, cold and tired  
it's good to warm my bones beside the fire  
as far away across the field  
the tolling of the iron bell  
cal.ls the faithful to their knees  
to hear the softly spoken magic spell  




money
 
money, get away  
get a good job with more pay and you're ok  
money, it's a gas  
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash  
new car, caviar, four-star daydream  
think i'll buy me a football team  
 
money, get back  
i'm all right jack, keep your hands off my stack  
money, it's a hit  
don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit  
i'm in the high fidelity, first-class traveling sect  
and i think i need a lear jet  
 
money, it's a crime  
share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie  
money, so they say  
is the root of all evil today  
but if you ask for a rise it's no surprise  
that they're giving none away  




us and them
 
us and them  
and after all, we're only ordianry men  
me and you  
god only knows, it's not what we would choose to do  
 
"forward" he cried  
from the rear  
and the front rank died  
the general sat  
and the lines on the map  
moved from side to side  
 
black and blue  
and who knows which is which  
and who is who  
up and down  
and in the end it's only round and round and round  
 
"haven't you heard  
it's a battle of words"  
the poster bearer cried  
"listen, son"  
said the man with the gun  
"there's room for you inside"  
 
down and out  
it can't be helped if there's a lot of it about  
with, without  
and who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about  
 
out of the way  
it's a busy day  
i've got things on my mind  
for want of the price  
of tea and a slice  
the old man died  




brain damage
 
the lunatic is on the grass  
the lunatic is on the grass  
remembering games and daisychains and laughs  
got to keep the loonies on the path  
 
the lunatic is in the hall  
the lunatics are in my hall  
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor  
and every day the paper boy brings more  
 
and if the dam breaks open many years too soon  
and if there is no room upon the hill  
and if your head explodes with dark forebodings too  
i'll see you on the dark side of the moon  
 
the lunatic is in my head  
the lunatic is in my head  
you raise the blade 
you make the change  
you rearrange me til i'm sane  
 
you lock the door and throw away the key  
there's someone in my head  
but it's not me  
 
and when the cloud bursts  
thunder in your ear  
you shout and no one seems to hear  
and when the band you're in starts playing different tunes 
i'll see you on the dark side of the moon  




eclipse
 
all that you touch  
and all that you see  
all that you taste  
all you feel  
all that you love  
and all that you hate  
all you distrust  
all you save  
all that you give  
and all that you deal  
all that you buy  
beg, borrow, or steal  
all you create  
and all you destroy  
all that you do  
all that you say  
all that you eat  
and everyone you meet  
all that you slight  
and everyone you fight  
all that is now  
and all that is gone  
all that's to come  
and everything under the sun is in tune  
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon