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Víte, že na konci alba Wish You Were Here hraje Rick Wright několik tónů z refrénu skladby See Emily Play jako poctu Sydu Barrettovi, který se objevil ve studiu během nahrávání alba? Víte, že odhadovaný příjem Pink Floyd v roce 1994 a 1995 činil 62 mil. dolarů (2.5 miliardy korun)? Víte, že Petr Kalandra, český skladatel a hudebník, jenž se nejvíce proslavil jako člen skupiny Marsyas, zemřel přesně rok po koncertě Pink Floyd na Strahově?
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Obscured By Clouds

Obscured By Clouds

(Instrumental)

When You´re In

(Instrumental)

Burning Bridges

Bridges burning gladly
Merging with the shadows
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 a side the other way
Magic visions stirring
Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes
The door that stands a jar
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…

Come on, my friends, let's make it for the hills
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills
You can get your hands on what-ever we find
'cause 'm only comin' 'long for the ride
Well, you go your way, I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
Ev'rybody's searching for something, they say
I'll get my kicks on the way
Over the mountains, across the seas
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 sea gulls 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

Heaven send the promised land
Looks all right 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 blowin' 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
You 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 blowin' in my soul
and I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candle light and her by my side
Or if she prefers, we 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? Where you been?
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
and I've grown old

Mudmen

(Instrumental)

Childhood´s End

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 longpast thoughts and memories childhood's end
You fantasies merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find you 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 ev'rything 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

The mem'ries of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in gloom in 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 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
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 burried like a mole in a fox hole
And ev'ryone 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 mem'ries of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in gloom in the sick room
And talk to yourself as you die

Stay

Stay and help me to end of the day
And if you don't mind we'll break a bottle of wine
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down
'cause 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
Lack my brain and try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dues
Newborn day
Midnight blue turn to grey
Midnight blue
Burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold

Absolutely Courtains

(Instrumental)
 
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