PINK FLOYD: More (1969)

1. Cirrus Minor
2. The Nile Song
3. Crying Song
4. Up The Khyber
5. Green Is The Colour
6. Cymbaline
7. Party Sequence
8. Main Theme
9. Ibiza Bar
10. More Blues
11. Quicksilver
12. A Spanish Piece
13. Dramatic Theme

CIRRUS MINOR

In a churchyard by a river

Lazing in the hazy midday

Laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not long in singing

And in flying up and 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 miles of moonlight later

THE NILE SONG

I was standing by the Nile

When I saw the lady smile

I would take her out for a while, for a while.

Ninteen years act like a child

How her golden hair was blowing wild

Then she spread her wings to fly, oh 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

She is calling from the deep

Summoning my soul to endless sleep

She is bound to drag me down, drag me down.

CRYING SONG

We smile and smile

We smile and smile

Laughter echoes in your eyes

We climb and climb

We climb and climb

Footfalls softly 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

UP THE KHYBER
(Instrumental)

GREEN IS THE COLOUR

Heavy hung the canopy blue

Shade my eyes and I can see you

White is the light that shines

Thru the dress that you wore

She lay in the shadow of a wave

Hazy were the visions over played

Sunlight in her eyes

But moonshine made her cry ev'ry time

Green is the colour of her kind

Quickness of the eye decieves the mind

Envy is the bond between

The hopeful and the damned

CYMBALINE
The path you tread is narrow

And the drop is sheer 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.

And it's high time Cymbaline.

Please wake me.

A butterfly with broken wings

Is falling by your side.

The ravens all are closing in

There's nowhere you can hide.

Your manager and agent

Are both busy on the phone

Selling coloured photographs

To magazines back home.

And it's high timeCymbaline.

And it's high time Cymbaline.

Please wake me.

The lines converging where you stand

They must have moved the picture plane.

The leaves are heavy round your feet

You hear the thunder of the train.

Suddenly it strikes you

That they're moving into range

And Dr. Strange is always changing size.

And it's high time Cymbaline.

And it's high time Cymbaline

Please wake me.

And it's high time Cymbaline.

And it's high time Cymbaline

Please wake me.

PARTY SEQUENCE

(Instrumental)

MAIN THEME
(Instrumental)

IBIZA BAR

I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made

Taking every time that I wake

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

Yea

MORE BLUES
(Instrumental)

QUICKSILVER
(Instrumental)

A SPANISH PIECE

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 seniorita

Your eyes are like stars

Your teeth are like pearls

Your ruby lips

DRAMATIC THEME
(Instrumental)