Pink Floyd lyrics

Album: Masters of Rock (compilation) [1974]

Candy And A Current Bun
Oh my girl sitting in the sun Go buy candy and a current bun I like good to see you Lay flat Oh talk talk sweet Please just fuck with me Please no feeling afraid It's true sun shining very bright It's you I'm gonna love tonight Icecream tastes good in the afternoon Icecream tastes good if you eat it soon Don't touch me child Please, you know you drive me wild Please, you know I'm feeling frail Don't try another cat Don't go a lot like that you must know I'm very very bad

Apples And Oranges
Got a fliptop pack of cigarettes in the pocket Feeling good at the top shopping at shops She's walking in the sunshine town Feeling very cool But the butchers and the bakers In the supermarket stores Getting everything she wants From the supermarket store Apples and oranges Apples anf oranges Cornering meekly she treeps up sweetly To meet the people She's on time again And then, I catch her by the eye Then stop and have to think What a funny thing to do 'cause I'm feeling very thin I love she She loves me See you, see you, see you Thought you might like to know I'm a lorrydriver man She's on the run Down by the riverside Feeding ducks in the afternoon time

It Would Be So Nice
It would be so nice to leave some time Everybody wakes and in the morning Hot tea can't stop yarning Pass the butter please Have you ever read the Daily Standard Reading all about the plane that's landed Upside down Everyone knows what I do today There can be no other way But I would just like to say Everybody cares about the weather But everybody should know better What a waste of time Everybody lives beneath the ceiling Living out a dream that sends them reeling To a distant place But no one knows what I do today There can be no other way But I would just like to say

Crumbling Land
(soundtrack from ZABRISKIE POINT) In a while I'll find the time to make The sunshine mine In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky Wheeling, soaring, gliding high On a hill there lived a man with many Shining things Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings Wining, dining, shining king Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies Drinking in the clear blue well Back here on the ground another dealer Coughs and dies But fifty more come rolling off The floor production line Then a man commuting like a village On the sand In his hand a moving picture of The crumbling land Screaming, dealing, movie man Here we go, hold your breath to see If something blows Close your eyes, count till ten and see The sunrise rise Gliding high into the sky By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise Upon the finger of the king On high the eagle flies, that glitter All of gold Then wheeling in a cloudy sky, He flies into the sun

Embryo
(from the bootleg Omayad) 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 durgling 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, where I go I will see the sunshine show

Point Me At The Sky
Hey Gene, this is Henry Maclean And I finished my beautiful flying machine And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving And maybe You'd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby Isn't it strange how little we changed Isn't it sad we're insane Playing the games that we know end in tears The games we've been playing For thousands and thousands Point me to this cosmic flight And throw away the plastic coloured eye I'd like to use the static miles that we fly This is my last summarize Point me at the sky and let it fly And if you survive till two thousand and five I hope you're exceedingly thin For if you are stout you Will have to breath out While the people around you breath in, Breath in People blaspheme all I say To something that I hate to say Stooping down to eat the air Breathe careful that you might die, my friend All we've got to say to you is goodbye Time will die in our eye And we fly, it's goodbye Point me at the sky and let it fly