PINK FLOYD: Obscured by Clouds (1972)

1. Obscured By Clouds
2. When You're In
3. Burning Bridges
4. The Gold It's In The...
5. Wot's... Uh The Deal
6. Mudmen
7. Childhood's End
8. Free Four
9. Stay
10. Absolutely Curtains

OBSCURED BY CLOUDS

(Instrumental)

WHEN YOU'RE IN

(Instrumental)

BURNING BRIDGES

Bridges burning gladly

Merging with the shadows,

Flickering between the lines.

Stolen moments floating softly on the air,

Borne 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.


THE GOLD IT'S IN THE...

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,

Cause I'm only comin' 'long for the ride.

Well, you go your way, I'll go mine.

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

Ev'rybody's searching for something they say.

I'll get my kicks on the way.

Over the mountain, 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 close my eyes

To see the sea gulls wheeling in 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.

WOTS... UH THE DEAL

Heaven sent the promised land

Looks all right from where I stand

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

Waiting on the first step

Show me 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 a chill wind blowin' in my soul

And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies

Wots..uh the deal?

Got to make it to the next meal

Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel

Mile after mile stone after stone

You turn to speak but you're alone

Million miles from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold

Turn my lead into gold

'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul

And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight and her by my side

And if she prefers we never stir again

Someone sent 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? where you been?
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old

MUDMEN

(Instrumental)

CHILDHOOD'S END

You shout in your sleep.

Perhaps the price is 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 ev'rything 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.

FREE FOUR

One, two, free four.

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime.

You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die.

And life is a 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.

But mind how you go I can tell you `cause I know

You may find it hard to get off.

But you are the angel of death

And I am the dead man's son.

STAY

Stay and help me to end the day

And if you don't mind we'll break a bottle of wine

Stick around and maybe we'll put one down

Cause 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

Surpised to find you by my side

Rack my brain to try to remember your name

To find the words to tell you goodbye

ABSOLUTELY CURTAINS

(Instrumental)

Morning dues newborn day

Midnight blue turned to gray

Midnight blue burning gold

A yellow moon is growing cold

He was buried like a mole in a foxhole

And everyone's still on the run.

And who is the master of foxhounds?

And who says the hunt has begun?

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.

Shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die.