And then one day you find, ten years has got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.”

You say the hill's too steep to climb,
You say you'd like to see me try,
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
The hill in my own way

Babbling and bleating
We fell on his neck with a scream

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've got to be crazy...
Gotta have a real need...
Gotta sleep on your toes when you're on the street...
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed...

Remember when you were young,
you shone like the sun

Thirteen channel of s!it on the tv to chose from

Careful
with that axe, Eugene

One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces.

Great thread! :)

It's funny, when people talk about the great British groups, they mention The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Who, Led Zeppelin.... and then there's Pink Floyd, usually mentioned with a faraway look and a dreamy smile...

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If they catch you in the backseat trying to pick her locks
They're going to send you back to mother in a cardboard box.
You'd better run.

set the controls for the heart of the sun

Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound surrounds
Around the icy waters underground.

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

And after all, we're only ordinary men....
......

(there is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark)

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to die
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of Karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

When I was a child, I got a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to look, but it was gone.

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown, the dream is gone

I........ have become comfortably numb

(followed by the greatest guitar solo of all time)

Perfect isolation here behind my wall.....

The band is just fantastic,
That is really what I think,
Oh, by the way,
Which one is Pink?

Cold comfort for change ...