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Víte, že ve filmu Potomci lidí režiséra Alfonse Cuaróna se objeví létací prase jako pocta kapele Pink Floyd? Víte, že když Mason 12.5.'11 přijel do londýnské O2 Areny, netušil, že na zkoušce na Wall uvidí s Watersem hrát i Gilmoura... "Nebylo to ještě vůbec jisté, mluvilo se třeba o Paříži," řekl Nick. "Takže bylo vážně hezké tam přijít a najednou vidět Davida." Víte, že při turné The Wall už Rick Wright nebyl členem kapely a hrál pouze jako najatý muzikant?
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One Of These Days (I´m Going To Cut You Into Little Pieces)

(instrumental)

A Pillow Of Winds

A cloud of eiderdown draws around me
Softening the sound
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies
When night comes down you lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls and waves roll by
The seasons change the wind is warm
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
Behold a dream, the dream is gone
Green field, a cold rain
Is falling in a golden dawn
And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's is breathing low
And I rise like a bird
In the haze when the first rays touch the sky
and the night winds die

Fearless

You say the hill's too steep to climb, climb it
You say you'd like to see me try, climbing
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down hearing the sound
Of the things you've said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns around, frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
No doubt in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd

San Tropez

As I reach for a peach
Slide a line down behind a sofa in San Tropez
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
If you're alone, I'll come home
Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
Born in a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far flung thoughts together
Speeding away on a wind to a new day
If you're alone, I'll come home
And I'll pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to the things they say
Digging for gold in hole in my hand
Open the book, take a look at the way things stand
And you're leading me down to the place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
Making a date for later by phone
And if you're alone, I'll come home

Seamus

I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
Well I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my old hound, was outside
Well you know the sun was sinking slowly
And my old hound-dog sat right down and cried

Echoes

Overhead the albatros hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide comes willowing
Across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or why
And something tries and starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two seperate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one crosses there alive and no one speaks
And no one tries and no one flies around the sun
Now this is the day, you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the skies
 
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