Posts Tagged ‘Pink Floyd’

Dogs

Суббота, Январь 3rd, 2009

Информация о композиции:

обложка альбомаИсполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Animals
Год: 1977
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 2
Длительность: 17:04

Текст Dogs:
Pink Floyd - Dogs

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight
You got to 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, 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 gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
Yeah, and in the end, you’ll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you lose 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…

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 own 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 by the phone?
Who was dragged down by the stone?
Who was dragged down by the stone?

Cymbaline

Понедельник, Декабрь 29th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

обложка альбомаИсполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Around the Mystic
Год: 1969
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 1
Длительность: 18:31

Текст Cymbaline:
Pink Floyd - Cymbaline

The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high.
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby.
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube-train up your spine.
Will the tightrope reach the end?
Will the final couplet rhyme?

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side.
The ravens all are closing in,
There’s nowhere you can hide.
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs
To magazines back home.

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

The lines converging where you stand,
They must have moved the picture plane.
The leaves are heavy around your feet;
You hear the thunder of the train.
Suddenly it strikes you
That they’re moving into range.
And Doctor Strange
Is always changing size.

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

Atom Heart Mother

Четверг, Декабрь 25th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

обложка альбомаИсполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: The Killesberg Tapes
Год: 1970
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 2
Длительность: 16:03

Текст Atom Heart Mother:
{{Instrumental}}

Ráaah. Si-kh’ páaah.
Míh, D’oh! Dáki-miú. Yahh!
Sasasasa sáaahh. bsssh!
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrro’ti!
Rapatìta Bogot-há! Rapatìta Bogot-cha!
Bossa! Bambi’ah. Rapatitlé-chá!
Raparrule, mmmmmmmmmmhh…
Bassa ooh! Bassa ooh! Bassa ooh! Bassa ooh!
ooooooooh-aaaah!
Wukuloo! Wuku’ooh! Ye-ja-yeh!
Ruh! Ruh! Luku-u! Yu!
Uh-Ruh, Uh-Ruh, Fuh-Luh, Uh-Tuh, Liú-Muh, Uh-Ruh Uuuuuuooooouuuuooooo ooooooooooooo-u-u-u-u-oooh!!!

Here is a loud announcement…

Silence in the studio!

Bike

Четверг, Декабрь 25th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

обложка альбомаИсполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Relics
Год: 1971 05
Стиль: Rock
Рейтинг: 2
Длительность: 3:22

Текст Bike:
Pink Floyd - Bike

I’ve got a bike;
You can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket,
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could,
But I borrowed it.

You’re the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I’ll give you anything, everything
If you want things.

I’ve got a cloak;
It’s a bit of a joke.
There’s a tear up the front,
It’s red and black,
I’ve had it for months.
If you think it could look good,
Then I guess it should.

You’re the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I’ll give you anything, everything
If you want things.

I know a mouse,
And he hasn’t got a house,
I don’t know why I call him Gerald.
He’s getting rather old,
But he’s a good mouse.

You’re the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I’ll give you anything, everything
If you want things.

I’ve got a clan of gingerbread men,
Here a man, there a man,
Lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish,
They’re on the dish.

You’re the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I’ll give you anything, everything
If you want things.

I know a room of musical tunes,
Some rhyme, some ching,
Most of them are clockwork.
Let’s go into the other room
And make them work.

Paintbox

Понедельник, Декабрь 22nd, 2008

Информация о композиции:

обложка альбомаИсполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Relics
Год: 1971 05
Стиль: Rock
Рейтинг: 2
Длительность: 3:33

Текст Paintbox:
Pink Floyd - Paintbox

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress but feeling rather empty
I had another drink
Drink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink

What a way to spend that evening
They all turn up with their friends
Playing the game
But in the scene I should have been
Far away
Away - away - away - away - away
Getting up, I feel as if I’m remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go out to a show
So what can I do - I can’t think what to say
She sees through anyway
Away - away - away - away - away

Out of the front door I go
Traffic’s moving rather slow
Arriving late, there she waits
Looking very angry, as cross as she can be
Be - a - be - a - be - a - be - a - be
Getting up, I feel as if I’m remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

Embryo

Четверг, Декабрь 11th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

обложка альбомаИсполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Works
Год: 1983
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 2
Длительность: 4:38

Текст Embryo:
Pink Floyd - Embryo

All is love, is all I am
a ball is all I am
I’m so new compared to you
and I am very small

Warm glow, moon bloom
always need a little more room
waiting here seems like years
never seen the light of day

All around I hear strange sounds
come gurgling in my ear
red the light and dark the night
I feel my dawn is near

Warm glow, moon bloom
always need a little more room
whisper low, here I go
I will see the sunshine show

Paintbox

Воскресенье, Декабрь 7th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

Исполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Masters of Rock
Год: 1974
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 2
Длительность: 3:27

Текст Paintbox:
Pink Floyd - Paintbox

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress but feeling rather empty
I had another drink
Drink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink

What a way to spend that evening
They all turn up with their friends
Playing the game
But in the scene I should have been
Far away
Away - away - away - away - away
Getting up, I feel as if I’m remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go out to a show
So what can I do - I can’t think what to say
She sees through anyway
Away - away - away - away - away

Out of the front door I go
Traffic’s moving rather slow
Arriving late, there she waits
Looking very angry, as cross as she can be
Be - a - be - a - be - a - be - a - be
Getting up, I feel as if I’m remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

Breathe Reprise

Воскресенье, Декабрь 7th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

обложка альбомаИсполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Dogs And Sheep
Год: 1975
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 1
Длительность: 1:06

Текст Breathe Reprise:
Нет текста…

Eclipse

Суббота, Декабрь 6th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

Исполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Dogs And Sheep
Год: 1975
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 1
Длительность: 2:59

Текст Eclipse:
Pink Floyd - Eclipse

All that you touch
And all that you see,
All that you taste,
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate,
All you distrust,
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune,
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

== Spoken Words ==

There is no dark side of the moon, really. Matter of fact, it’s all dark.”

Cymbaline

Пятница, Декабрь 5th, 2008

Информация о композиции:

Исполнитель: Pink Floyd
Альбом: Smoking Blues Disc 2
Год: 1970
Стиль: Progressive Rock
Рейтинг: 1
Длительность: 11:42

Текст Cymbaline:
Pink Floyd - Cymbaline

The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high.
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby.
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube-train up your spine.
Will the tightrope reach the end?
Will the final couplet rhyme?

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side.
The ravens all are closing in,
There’s nowhere you can hide.
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs
To magazines back home.

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

The lines converging where you stand,
They must have moved the picture plane.
The leaves are heavy around your feet;
You hear the thunder of the train.
Suddenly it strikes you
That they’re moving into range.
And Doctor Strange
Is always changing size.

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

And it’s high time, Cymbaline;
It’s high time, Cymbaline.
Please, wake me.

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