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Tracklist Pink Floyd Archives 1970. Remastered 2002. CD 1. 1. Astronomy Domine - 00:00 2. Fat Old Sun - 10:27 3. Atom Heart Mother (Small band version) - 24:55 4. Cymbaline - 43:17 5. The Embryo - 54:56 6. Just Another Twelwe Bar Original - 1:08:07 CD 2. 1. More Blues - 1:13:32 2. Green ls The Colour - 1:22:54 3. Careful With That Axe Eugine - 1:26:30 4. If - 1:34:17 5. Atom Heart Mother Suite (Full Orchestra) - 1:38:52 All copyrights go to Pink Floyd - David, Richard(RIP), Nick and Roger. Tried to get Pink Floyd uploaded here earlier since they're such a huge influence in my life but copyrights were a pain in the ass. Anyway, hope this stays. It's an absolute classic.

An eclectic collection of 30 official tracks realized by Pink Floyd between 1970-2014. Tracklist: Obscured By Clouds (0:00) On The Run (2:41) Shine On You Crazy Diamond - Part 8 (5:35) Unknown Song/Zabriskie Point (8:07) The Grand Vizier's Garden Party I (Intro) Welcome To The Machine (12:19) Time (18:29) Comfortably Numb (25:09) Is There Anybody Out There (31:27) The Final Cut (33:44) Dogs (37:51) Echoes (54:20) The Great Gig In The Sky (1:02:58) Mudmen (1:05:26) Wearing The Inside Out (1:09:16) Sheep (1:15:47) Breathe (1:19:33) Have A Cigar (1:22:22) One Of My Turns (1:27:19) The Fletcher Memorial Home (1:30:39) Funky Dung (1:34:41) The Show Must Go On (1:39:58) Keep Talking (1:41:34) Money (1:47:09) Wish You Were Here (1:53:33) Two Suns In The Sunset (1:58:52) Hey You (2:04:01) What Do You Want From Me (2:08:33) It's What We Do (2:12:50) Love Scene (2:20:24)

01. In The Flesh? 02. The Thin Ice 03. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1) 04. The Happiest Days Of Our Lives 05. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2) 06. Mother 07. Goodbye Blue Sky 08. Empty Spaces 09. Young Lust 10. One Of My Turns 11. Don’t Leave Me Now 12. Another Brick In The Wall Part 3 13. Goodbye Cruel World 14. Hey You 15. Is There Anybody Out There? 16. Nobody Home 17. Vera 18. Bring The Boys Back Home 19. Comfortably Numb 20. The Show Must Go On 21. In The Flesh 22. Run Like Hell 23. Waiting For The Worms 24. Stop 25. The Trial 26. Outside The Wall

Pink Floyd Lyrics "Two Suns In The Sunset" in my rear view mirror the sun is going down sinking behind bridges in the road and i think of all the good things that we have left undone and i suffer premonitions confirm suspicions of the holocaust to come the rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger ingives way and suddenly it's day again the sun is in the east even though the day is done two suns in the sunset hmmmmmmmmm could be the human race is run like the moment when your brakes lock and you slide toward the big truck and stretch the frozen moments with your fear and you'll never hear their voices and you'll never see their faces you have no recourse to the law anymore and as the windshield melts my tears evaporate leaving only charcoal to defend finally i understand the feelings of the few ashes and diamonds foe and friend we were all equal in the end.

Not Now John Pink Floyd Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Gotta compete with the wily Japanese There's too many home fires burning And not enough trees So fuck all that We've go to get on with these Can't stop! Lose job! Mind gone! Silicon! What bomb? Get away! Pay day! Make hay! Break down! Need fix. Big six. Clickity click. Hold on! Oh no, Bring bingo! Make 'em laugh Make 'em cry Make 'em dance in the aisles Make 'em pay Make 'em stay Make 'em feel okay Not nah John We've got to get on with the film show Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow Who cares what it's about As long as the kids go? Not now John we've Got to get on with the show Hang on John I've got to get on with this I don't know what it is But it fits on here like Come at the end of the shift We'll go and get pissed Not now John I've got to get on with this Hold on John I think there's something good on I used to read books but It could be the news Or some other amusement It could be reusable shows Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily Japanese No need to worry about the Vietnamese Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees Well, maybe not the Russian Bear Maybe the Swedes We showed Argentina Now let's go and show these Make us feel tough And wouldn't Maggie be pleased? Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah! S'cusi dove il bar (What?) Se para collo pou eine toe bar s'il vous plait ou est le bar (Say it in English!) Oi, where's the fucking bar John? (Oh, now you're talking!)" Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day Down! Go, Maggie! Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now! Compositor: ROGER WATERS © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Solo para uso no comercial. Datos de: LyricFind

The Final Cut Lyrics Produced by Roger Waters, James Guthrie, and Michael Kamen Released 1983 Recorded at Mayfair, Olympic, Abbey Road, Eel Pie, Audio Internation, RAK, Hookend, and The Billiard Room July through December 1982 Sleeve Design by Roger Waters The Final Cut (Waters) Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. "Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"

Southampton Dock Pink Floyd They disembarked in 45 And no-one spoke and no-one smiled There were to many spaces in the line. Gathered at the cenotaph All agreed with the hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial Knifes. But now She stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief And her summer frock clings To her wet body in the rain. In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again. And still the dark stain spreads between His shoulder blades. A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. And when the fight was over We spent what they had made. But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut. Compositor: ROGER WATERS © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Solo para uso no comercial. Datos de: LyricFind

Pink Floyd Lyrics "The Fletcher Memorial Home" take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home a little place of their own the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings and they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v. to make sure they're still real it's the only connection they feel "ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley mr. brezhnev and party the ghost of mccarthy the memories of nixon and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin american meat packing glitterati" did they expect us to treat them with any respect they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye with their favourite toys they'll be good girls and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be applied

LETRA 'GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DESERT' "oi...get your filthy hands off my desert!" "what 'e say?" Brezhnev took afghanistan. begin took beirut. galtieri took the union jack. and maggie, over lunch one day, took a cruiser with all hands. apparently, to make him give it back

Pink Floyd Lyrics "Paranoid Eyes" button your lip don't let the shield slip take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask and if they try to break down your disguise with their questions you can hide hide hide behind paranoid eyes you put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar laughing too loud at the rest of the world with the boys in the crowd you hide hide hide behind petrified eyes you believed in their stories of fame fortune and glory now you're lost in a haze of alchohol soft middle age the pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high and you hide hide hide behind brown and mild eyes

The Gunner's Dream (Waters) Floating down through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field I had a dream. I had a dream. Good-bye Max. Good-bye Ma. After the service when you're walking slowly to the car And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air You hear the tolling bell And touch the silk in your lapel And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream. A place to stay "Oi! A real one ..." Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what's more no-one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control And everyone has recourse to the law And no-one kills the children anymore. And no one kills the children anymore. Night after night Going round and round my brain His dream is driving me insane. In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene. Take heed of his dream. Take heed.

El regreso del Heroe Jesús, Jesús,¿De que trata todo eso? Intentando castigar a estos pequeños ingratos en perfil Cuando yo tenía su edad, todas las luces se apagaron No había tiempo para llorar o andar por ahí deprimido. E incluso ahora parte de mí sobrevuela desde angeles uno cinco Y aunque ellos nunca podrán entenderlo, detrás de mi sarcasmo yacen recuerdos desesperados. Cariño, cariño,¿Estás profundamente dormida?,Bien, Porque esa es la unica manera en que realmente puedo hablar contigo Y hay algo que he cerrado bajo llave para que pueda resistir la luz del día. Cuando regresamos de la guerra las pancartas y banderas colgaban de cada puerta. Bailamos y cantamos en las calles y Las campanas de la iglesia sonaron. Pero, ardiendo en mi corazón, Sigue en mí brasa viva el recuerdo de las últimas palabras del artillero por el intercomunicador.

Pink Floyd Lyrics "When The Tigers Broke Free" It was just before dawn One miserable morning in black 'forty four. When the forward commander Was told to sit tight When he asked that his men be withdrawn. And the Generals gave thanks As the other ranks held back The enemy tanks for a while. And the Anzio bridgehead Was held for the price Of a few hundred ordinary lives. And kind old King George Sent Mother a note When he heard that father was gone. It was, I recall, In the form of a scroll, With gold leaf adorned, And I found it one day In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed With his own rubber stamp. It was dark all around. There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free. And no one survived From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z. They were all left behind, Most of them dead, The rest of them dying. And that's how the High Command Took my daddy from me.

When you're one of the few, To land on your feet. What do you do to make ends meet? (Teach) Make 'em mad Make 'em sad Make 'em add two and two Make 'em me Make 'em you Make 'em do what you want them to Make 'em laugh Make 'em cry Make 'em lay down and die Read more: Pink Floyd - One Of The Few Lyrics | MetroLyrics Songwriters WATERS, ROGER

Your Possible Pasts Pink Floyd They flutter behind you your possible pasts Some brightened and crazy some frightened and lost A warning to anyone still in command Of their possible future to take care In derelict sidings the poppies entwine With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time Do you remember me? how we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs Stepping uo boldly one put out his hand He said, " I was just a child then now I'm only a man" Do you remember me? how we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? By the cold and religious we were taken in hand Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay And strung out behind us the banners and flags Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags Do you remember me? how we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? Compositor: ROGER WATERS © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Solo para uso no comercial. Datos de: LyricFind

The Post War Dream Pink Floyd Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified Is it for this that daddy died? Was it for you? was it me? 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 do? Compositor: ROGER WATERS © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Solo para uso no comercial. Datos de: LyricFind

Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters) 1:27 You know that I care what happens to you, And I know that you care for me. So I don't feel alone, Or the weight of the stone, Now that I've found somewhere safe To bury my bone. And any fool knows a dog needs a home, A shelter from pigs on the wing.

Hopelessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the danger's not real Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel What a surprise The look of terminal shock in your eyes Now things are really what they seem No, this is no bad dream The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by With bright knives he releaseth my soul He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places He converteth me to lamb cutlets For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger When cometh the day we lowly ones Through quiet reflection, and great dedication Master the art of karate Lo, we shall rise up And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream Wave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the drem Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead You better stay home And do as you're told Get out of the road if you want to grow old Read more: Pink Floyd - Sheep Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Big man, pig man Ha, ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel Ha, ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying 'Keep on digging' Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find Down in the pig mine? You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry Bus stop rat bag Ha, ha, charade you are You fucked up old hag Ha, ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hatpin And good fun with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry Hey you, White House Ha, ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse Ha, ha, charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? You got to stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry Lyrics Songwriters ROGER WATERS

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder. You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer. And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone, Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise. If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend. And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who was given a pat on the back. Who was breaking away from the pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone. Who was dragged down by the stone.