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Pink Floyd lyrics
Album: A Momentary Lapse of Reason [1987]

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Learning To Fly |
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Into the distanse, ribbon of
black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of
fancy on a wind swept field Standing alone my senses reeled A
fatal attraction holding me fast, how Can I escape this
irresistable grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling
sky Tongue-tied & twisted just an eath-bound
misfit.I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded
warnings. I thought I thought of everything No navigator to goide
my way home Unladened. empty and turned to stone
A soul in
tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined
to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied
& twisted just an eath-bound misfit.I
Above the planet on
a wing and a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty
air, Across the clouds I see my shadow fly Out of the corner
of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning
light Could blow this soul right through the roof of
the Night.
There's no sensation to compare with
this, Suspended animation, a state of bliss Can't keep my eyes
from the circling sky Tongue-tied & twisted just an
eath-bound misfit.I |
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The Dogs Of War |
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Dogs of war and men of hate With no
cause, we don't diskriminate Discovery is to be disowned Our
currency is flesh and bone Hell opened up and put on
sale Gather round and haggle For hard cache, we will lie and
deceive Even our masters don't know the webs we weave.
One
world, it's a battleground One world, and we will smash it
down One world ... one world.
Invisible transfers, long
distence calls, Hollow laughter in marble halls Steps have
been taken, a silent uproar Has unleashed the dogs of war You
can't stop what has begun Signed, sealed, they deliver
oblivion We all have a dark side, to say the least And dealing
in death is the nature of the beast
One world, it's a
battleground One world, and they smash it down One world ...
one world.
The dogs of war don't negotiate The dogs of war
won't capitulate, They will take and you will give, And you
must die so that they may live You can knock at any door, But
wherever you go, you know they've been there Before Well
winners can lose and things can get strained But whatever you
change, you know the dogs remain.
One world, it's a
battleground One world are we goung to smash it down? One
world ... one world. |
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One Slip |
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A restless eye across a waery room A
glazed look and I was on the road to ruin The music played and
played as we whirled without end No hint, no word her honour to
defend.
I will, I will she sighted to my request And then
she tossed her mane while my resolve was put To the test Then
drowned in desire, our souls on fire I led the way to the funeral
pyre And without thought of the consequence I gave in to my
decadence
One slip, and down the hole we fall, It seems to
take no time at all A momentary lapse of reason That binds a
life for life A small regret, you won't forget, There'll be no
sleep in here tonight
Was it love, or was it the idea of
being in love? Or was in the hand of fate, that seemed to fit
just Like a glove? The moment slipped by and soon the seeds
were sown The year grew late and neither one wanted to
remain Alone
One slip, and down the hole we fall, It
seems to take no time at all A momentary lapse of reason That
binds a life to a life The one regret, you will never
forget, There'll be no sleep in here tonight One slip ... One
slip |
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On The Turning
Away |
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On the turning away From the pale and
downtrodden And words they say Which we won't
understand "Dont accept that what's happening Is just a case
of other'suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in The
turning away"
It's a sin that somehow Light is changing to
shadow And casting it's shroud Over all we have
known Unaware how the ranks have grown Driven on by heart of
stone We could find that we're all alone In the dream of the
proud
On the wings of the night As the daytime is
stirring Where the speechless unite In a silent
accord Using words you will find us strange And mesmerised as
they light the flame Feel the new wind of change On the wings
of the night
No more turning away From the weak and the
weary No more turning away From the coldness inside Just a
world that we all must share It's not enough just to stand and
stare Is it only a dream that there'll be, No more turning
away? |
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Yet Another
Movie |
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One sound, one single sound One kiss, one
single kiss, A face outside the window pane, However did it
come to this?
A man who ran: A child who cried A girl who
heard, a voice that lied The sun that burned a fiery red The
vision of an empty bed
The use of force, he was so
touch She'll soon submit, she's had enough The march of fate,
the broken will Someone is lying very still
He has laughed
and he has cried He has fought and he has died He's just the
same as all the rest, He's not the worst, he's not the
best
And still this geaseless murmuring, The babling that
I brook, The seas of faces, eyes upraised The empty screen,
the vacant look
A man in black on a snow white horse, A
pointless life has run its cource, The red rimmed eyes, the tears
still run As the fades into the setting sun
A
New Machine (Part 1).
I have allways been here I have
allways looked out from behind these eyes It feels like more than
a lifetime Feels like more than a lifetime
Sometimes I get
tired of the waiting Sometimes I get tired of being in here Is
this the way it has always been? Could it ever have been
different?
Do you ever get tired of the waiting? Do you
ever get tired of being in there? Don't worry, nobody lives
forever, Nobody lives forever
A New Machine
(Part 2).
I will allways be here I will allways look out
from behind these eyes It's only a lifetime It's only a
lifetime It's only a lifetime |
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Sorrow |
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The sweet smell of great sorrow lies over
the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A
man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a
morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory
of a lost paradise In his youth or a dream, he can't be
precise He's chained forever to a world that's departed It's
not enough.It's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled
with fright His knees have trembled & given way in the
night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step
has faltered
One world, one soul, Time pass, the river
rolls.
And he talks to the river of lost love and
dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark
and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is to
be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this
night And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight And
silence that speaks so much louder than words, Of promises
broken

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