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OBSCURED BY CLOUDS

Obscured By Clouds
When You're In
Burning Bridges
The Gold It's In The...
mudmen
Wot's... Uh The Deal
Childhood's End
Free Four
stay
Absolutely Curtains

DAVID GILMOUR - Voice and Guitar

ROGER WATERS - Voice and Bass.

RICHARD WRIGHT - Voice and Keyboards

NICK MASON - Drums and Percussion

PRODUCER - Pink Floyd

ENGINEER - Andy Scott

STUDIOS - Strawberry Studios

Posted on June 2, 1972

OBSCURED BY CLOUDS (Waters, Gilmour)

Instrumental

WHEN YOU'RE IN (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

Instrumental

BURNING BRIDGES (Wright, Waters)

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 aside the other way.

Magic visions stirring,

Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.

The doorway stands ajar,

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.

Bridges burning gloriously

Blending with the shadows,

waving between the lines.

gently stealing moments floating in the air,

Holding the wings of fire and climbing to the top.

Old unions are broken,

slopes continue to change.

Dreaming of a new day

pulling to one side of another path,

awesome magical visions,

They are lit by a burning flame that ascends through your eyes.

the door is kept ajar,

the walls that were once high.

Beyond the golden cage,

Beyond the mooring

The moment is at hand.

She breaks the golden band.

THE GOLD IT'S IN THE... (Waters, Gilmour)

Come on, my friends,

Let's make for the hills.

They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.

You can get your hands on whatever we find,

Because I'm only coming along for the ride.

Well, you go your way,

I'll go mine.

I don't care if we get there on time.

Everybody'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 seagulls wheeling on 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.

Let's go friends

We are going to the mountains

They say that there is gold but I will only look for it for the sensations

You can take it with your hands anywhere

We'll find it on the way

Well you'll do it your way

me to mine

I don't care if we find it at once

They say that everyone is looking for gold for a reason.

I will have my feelings along the way

Over mountains, across seas

Who knows what will be waiting for me?

I could sail unknown seas forever

Neither the faces nor the names of the people change

All I have to do is close my eyes

Look at the seagulls that circle those distant skies

Everything I want to tell you,

What I want to say is that you can count on me on the trip.

But don't expect me to stay

WOTS... UH THE DEAL(Waters, Gilmour)

Heaven sent the promised land

Looks alright from where I stand

Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in.

Waiting on the first step

Show 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 chill wind blowing in my soul

And I think I'm growing old.

Flash the red is wots...uh the deal

Got to make the next meal

Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile

Stone after stone

Turn to speak but you're alone

Million mile from home you're on your own.

So let me in from the cold

Turn my lead into gold

Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul

And I think I'm growing old.

Fire bright by candlelight

And her by my side

And if she prefers we will never stir again.

Someone said 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 and where have you been?"

Cause there's no wind left in my soul

And I've grown old

heaven sent promised land

Looks good from where I'm standing

Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

waiting for the first step

Show me where the key is kept

Point me to the right line 'cause it's time

let me in from the cold

Turn my lead into gold

Cause there's a cold wind blowing into my soul

And I think I'm getting old

Shine red is wots…or the deal

I have to make my next meal

Try to stay up on the wheel motion

mile after mile

stone after stone

You turn to talk but you're alone

Million miles from home you are with yourself

So let me in from the cold

Turn my lead into gold

Cause there's a cold wind blowing into my soul

And I think I'm getting old

Shine red is wots…or the deal

and she by my side

And if she prefers we won't move again

Did someone mention the promised land?

And I take it with my two hands

Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me say "Come inside,

What's New and how have you been?

Because there is no wind left in my soul

And I have aged.

MUDMEN (Wright, Gilmour)

Instrumental

CHILDHOOD'S END (Gilmour)

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 long past thoughts and memories.

Childhood's end, your fantasies

Merge with harsh realities.

And then as the sail is hoist,

You find your 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 everything 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.

you scream in your dreams

Maybe the price is excessive

Is your conscience rested?

Have you ever put it to the test?

you wake up scared

By the beat of your heart

The only man below heaven

Only your two ears and your two eyes

You sail across seas

From a long past of thoughts and memories

The end of your childhood, your fantasies

Mixed with the harsh reality

So like the sailboat that is lifted

You realize that you have wet eyes

All the fears never expressed

It tells you that you have to choose an ending

Who are you and who am I?

Why do we say we are right?

Some are born, some die

Unworthy of an infinite sky

They will be at war, they will be at peace

But everything will someday cease

All iron will rust

All proud men will return to dust

Until this song will end.

FREE FOUR (Waters)

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime.

You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die.

Life is 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, and 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 buried like a mole in a fox hole.

And everyone is still in 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 memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime.

You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom

And talk to yourself till you die.

A man's memories reside in his age
They are the deeds of a man in the prime of his life
You drag your feet with sadness in the hospital room
And you tell yourself how to die
Life is short, warm moments
And death is a long cold rest
You try to change in the blink of an eye
80 years lucky or maybe less
everyone aboard on the tour of america
maybe you'll be in time to go on top
and you think how to address and tell him, I know
that you should find a way to get rid of it
you are an angel of death
and I am the son of the dead man
and was buried like a mole in a fox hole
everyone hurry up
and who is the owner of the hunting dog?
Who says the hunt has to start?
Who calls the shots in the courtroom?
Who plays the drum at the funeral?
A man's memories reside in his age
Are the deeds of a man in the prime of life
You drag your feet with sadness in the hospital room
And you tell yourself, how to die.

STAY (Wright, Waters)

Stay and help me to end the day.

And of you don't mind,

We'll break a bottle of wine.

Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,

Because 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.

Rack my brain to try to remember your name

To find the words to tell you good-bye.

Morning dues.

Newborn day.

Midnight blue turned to gray.

Midnight blue burning gold.

A yellow moon is growing cold.

Stay and help me until the end of the day.

Don't worry,

We'll open a bottle of wine.

Stick around and maybe we'll get every last detail out,

because I want to find out what lies are behind those eyes.

A sad midnight melting gold.

A yellow moon is growing cold.

I look up with my morning eyes,

amazed to find you by my side.

I rack my brain to remember your name

To find the words to say goodbye to you.

Deserved mornings.

A new day.

A sad midnight turns to grey.

A sad midnight melting gold.

A yellow moon is growing cold.

ABSOLUTELY CURTAINS (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

Instrumental