STUDIO ALBUM
MORE
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cirrus minor
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The Nile Song
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crying song
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Up The Khyber
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Green Is The Color
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Cymbaline
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Party Sequence
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Main Theme
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Ibiza Bar
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More Blues
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quicksilver
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A Spanish Piece
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Dramatic Theme
DAVID GILMOUR - Voice and Guitar
ROGER WATERS - Voice and Bass.
RICHARD WRIGHT - Voice and Keyboards
NICK MASON - Drums and Percussion
PRODUCER - Pink Floyd
ENGINEER - Brian Humphries
STUDIOS - Pye Recording Studios
Posted on June 13, 1969
CIRRUS MINOR (Waters)
In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the grace.
Yellow bird, you are alone
In singing and in flying on,
In laughing and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water,
Waving to the river daughters,
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor,
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand thousands of moonlight later.
In a church garden by the river.
loafing in the midday mist
laughing in the herbs and in the touch.
yellow bird, you are alone
while you sing and while you fly,
while you laugh and while you leave
weeping willow in the water,
undulating to the daughters of the wind,
reeling in the curls and the reeds.
On a Cirrus Minor trip
I saw a crater in the sun
about a thousand miles after moonlight
THE NILE SONG (Waters)
I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile.
I would take her out for a while,
For a while.
Oh, my tears wept like a child.
How her golden hair was blowing wild.
Then she spreads her wings to fly,
For to fly.
Soaring high above the breezes,
Going always where she pleases.
She will make it to the islands in the sun.
I will follow in her shadow
As I watch her from my window.
One day I will catch her eye.
She is calling from the deep,
Summoning my soul to endless sleep.
She is bound to drag me down,
drag me down
I was by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile.
I wanted to take her for a moment,
For a moment.
Oh, my tears cried like a child.
As her golden hair blew wild.
Then he spread his wings to fly,
to fly.
Soaring high on the breezes,
Always going where you like.
It will do it to the islands in the sun.
I will follow her in her shadow
As I look at her from my window.
One day I'm going to catch his eye.
She is calling from the dark.
Summoning my soul to eternal sleep
She comes together to drag me down
drag me down
CRYING SONG (Waters)
We smile and smile
We smile and smile
Laughter echoes in your eyes
We climb and climb
We climb and climb
Footfalls gently in the pines
We cry and cry
We cry and cry
Sadness passes in a while
we roll and roll
we roll and roll
Help me roll away the stone.
we smile and smile
we smile and smile
Echoes of laughter in your eyes
We go up and we go up
We go up and we go up
Soft footsteps in the pines
we cry and we cry
we cry and we cry
The sadness passes in a moment
We sway and sway
We sway and sway
Help me move the stone aside
UP THE KHYBER (Mason, Wright)
Instrumental
GREEN IS THE COLOUR (Waters)
Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines
through the dress that you wore.
She lays in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes
but moonshine made her cry ev'ry time.
Green is the color of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned
Strong hung the blue curtain canopy
I shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines
through the dress you're wearing
She puts herself in the shadow of the wave
Nebulas were the visions of his game
The sunlight is in her eyes
but the moonshine made her scream forever.
Green is your class color
The quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the relationship between the optimist and the condemned
CYMBALINE (Waters)
The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is shear 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
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling colored photographs
To magazines back home.
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me up.
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
And suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
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
The path you walk is narrow
And the drop is a very strong shearing
all the crows are watching
from a vantage point
Crawling in apprehension
Like a meter above your spine
The tightrope goes to reach the end
The end of the copla will rhyme
And these are important times
Cymbaline
these are important times
Cymbaline
Please wake me up.
A butterfly with broken wings
fall on your side
All the crows are coming
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
They're busy on the phone
Selling color photographs
To magazines to return home.
And these are important times
Cymbaline
these are important times
Cymbaline
Please wake me up.
The lines converge where you stand
They must have moved the paint on the plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You hear the train thunder
And suddenly you are surprised
that they move in the variety
Doctor Strange is always changing size.
And these are important times
Cymbaline
These are important times
Cymbaline
Please wake me up.
And these are important times
Cymbaline
These are important times
Cymbaline
please wake me up
PARTY SEQUENCE (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
Instrumental
MAIN THEME (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
Instrumental
IBIZA BAR (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made
Taking every time that I wake up
I feel like a hard-boiled and cut-up man
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
Are days are made since the first page
I've lived every line that you wrote
Take me down, take me down, from the shelf above your head
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
And if I live on the shelf like the rest
And if love bleeds like a sad song
Please pick up your camera and use me again
So give me a time when the countries
will lie on the storyline if kind
Yeah.
I'm so afraid of the mistakes I've made
Drinking every time I wake up
I feel like a tough man and cut to pieces
So give me a moment when countries meet in history
yes it is kind
They are days are made from the first page
I've lived every line you wrote
Take me, take me down, from the platform above your head
So give me a moment when countries meet in history
yes it is kind
And if I live on the platform like the rest
And if love bleeds like a sad song
Please pick up your camera and use me again
So give me a time when you countries
are found in the story yes type
Yeah.
MORE BLUES (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
Instrumental
QUICKSILVER (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
Instrumental
A SPANISH PIECE (Gilmour)
Pass the tequila, Manuel
(glug, snort)
Listen, gringo, laugh at my lisp and I kill you
I think
This Spanish music
It sets my soul on fire
Lovely lady
Your eyes are like stars
Your teeth are like pearls
Your ruby lips
Pass the tequila, Manuel
(gulp, snort)
Listen, gringo, laugh at my babbling and it will kill you
This Spanish music
Set my soul on fire
Adorable lady
Your eyes are like stars
Your teeth are like pearls
your lips like ruby
DRAMATIC THEME (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
Instrumental