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Tracklist Pink Floyd Archives 1970. Remastered 2002. CD 1. 1. Astronomy Domine - 00:00 2. Fat Old Sun - 10:27 3. Atom Heart Mother (Small band version) - 24:55 4. Cymbaline - 43:17 5. The Embryo - 54:56 6. Just Another Twelwe Bar Original - 1:08:07 CD 2. 1. More Blues - 1:13:32 2. Green ls The Colour - 1:22:54 3. Careful With That Axe Eugine - 1:26:30 4. If - 1:34:17 5. Atom Heart Mother Suite (Full Orchestra) - 1:38:52 All copyrights go to Pink Floyd - David, Richard(RIP), Nick and Roger. Tried to get Pink Floyd uploaded here earlier since they're such a huge influence in my life but copyrights were a pain in the ass. Anyway, hope this stays. It's an absolute classic.

An eclectic collection of 30 official tracks realized by Pink Floyd between 1970-2014. Tracklist: Obscured By Clouds (0:00) On The Run (2:41) Shine On You Crazy Diamond - Part 8 (5:35) Unknown Song/Zabriskie Point (8:07) The Grand Vizier's Garden Party I (Intro) Welcome To The Machine (12:19) Time (18:29) Comfortably Numb (25:09) Is There Anybody Out There (31:27) The Final Cut (33:44) Dogs (37:51) Echoes (54:20) The Great Gig In The Sky (1:02:58) Mudmen (1:05:26) Wearing The Inside Out (1:09:16) Sheep (1:15:47) Breathe (1:19:33) Have A Cigar (1:22:22) One Of My Turns (1:27:19) The Fletcher Memorial Home (1:30:39) Funky Dung (1:34:41) The Show Must Go On (1:39:58) Keep Talking (1:41:34) Money (1:47:09) Wish You Were Here (1:53:33) Two Suns In The Sunset (1:58:52) Hey You (2:04:01) What Do You Want From Me (2:08:33) It's What We Do (2:12:50) Love Scene (2:20:24)

01. In The Flesh? 02. The Thin Ice 03. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1) 04. The Happiest Days Of Our Lives 05. Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2) 06. Mother 07. Goodbye Blue Sky 08. Empty Spaces 09. Young Lust 10. One Of My Turns 11. Don’t Leave Me Now 12. Another Brick In The Wall Part 3 13. Goodbye Cruel World 14. Hey You 15. Is There Anybody Out There? 16. Nobody Home 17. Vera 18. Bring The Boys Back Home 19. Comfortably Numb 20. The Show Must Go On 21. In The Flesh 22. Run Like Hell 23. Waiting For The Worms 24. Stop 25. The Trial 26. Outside The Wall

Pink Floyd Lyrics "Two Suns In The Sunset" in my rear view mirror the sun is going down sinking behind bridges in the road and i think of all the good things that we have left undone and i suffer premonitions confirm suspicions of the holocaust to come the rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger ingives way and suddenly it's day again the sun is in the east even though the day is done two suns in the sunset hmmmmmmmmm could be the human race is run like the moment when your brakes lock and you slide toward the big truck and stretch the frozen moments with your fear and you'll never hear their voices and you'll never see their faces you have no recourse to the law anymore and as the windshield melts my tears evaporate leaving only charcoal to defend finally i understand the feelings of the few ashes and diamonds foe and friend we were all equal in the end.

Not Now John Pink Floyd Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Gotta compete with the wily Japanese There's too many home fires burning And not enough trees So fuck all that We've go to get on with these Can't stop! Lose job! Mind gone! Silicon! What bomb? Get away! Pay day! Make hay! Break down! Need fix. Big six. Clickity click. Hold on! Oh no, Bring bingo! Make 'em laugh Make 'em cry Make 'em dance in the aisles Make 'em pay Make 'em stay Make 'em feel okay Not nah John We've got to get on with the film show Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow Who cares what it's about As long as the kids go? Not now John we've Got to get on with the show Hang on John I've got to get on with this I don't know what it is But it fits on here like Come at the end of the shift We'll go and get pissed Not now John I've got to get on with this Hold on John I think there's something good on I used to read books but It could be the news Or some other amusement It could be reusable shows Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily Japanese No need to worry about the Vietnamese Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees Well, maybe not the Russian Bear Maybe the Swedes We showed Argentina Now let's go and show these Make us feel tough And wouldn't Maggie be pleased? Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah! S'cusi dove il bar (What?) Se para collo pou eine toe bar s'il vous plait ou est le bar (Say it in English!) Oi, where's the fucking bar John? (Oh, now you're talking!)" Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day Down! Go, Maggie! Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now! Compositor: ROGER WATERS © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Solo para uso no comercial. Datos de: LyricFind

The Final Cut Lyrics Produced by Roger Waters, James Guthrie, and Michael Kamen Released 1983 Recorded at Mayfair, Olympic, Abbey Road, Eel Pie, Audio Internation, RAK, Hookend, and The Billiard Room July through December 1982 Sleeve Design by Roger Waters The Final Cut (Waters) Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. "Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"

Southampton Dock Pink Floyd They disembarked in 45 And no-one spoke and no-one smiled There were to many spaces in the line. Gathered at the cenotaph All agreed with the hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial Knifes. But now She stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief And her summer frock clings To her wet body in the rain. In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again. And still the dark stain spreads between His shoulder blades. A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. And when the fight was over We spent what they had made. But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut. Compositor: ROGER WATERS © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Solo para uso no comercial. Datos de: LyricFind

Pink Floyd Lyrics "The Fletcher Memorial Home" take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home a little place of their own the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings and they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v. to make sure they're still real it's the only connection they feel "ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley mr. brezhnev and party the ghost of mccarthy the memories of nixon and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin american meat packing glitterati" did they expect us to treat them with any respect they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye with their favourite toys they'll be good girls and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be applied

LETRA 'GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DESERT' "oi...get your filthy hands off my desert!" "what 'e say?" Brezhnev took afghanistan. begin took beirut. galtieri took the union jack. and maggie, over lunch one day, took a cruiser with all hands. apparently, to make him give it back

Pink Floyd Lyrics "Paranoid Eyes" button your lip don't let the shield slip take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask and if they try to break down your disguise with their questions you can hide hide hide behind paranoid eyes you put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar laughing too loud at the rest of the world with the boys in the crowd you hide hide hide behind petrified eyes you believed in their stories of fame fortune and glory now you're lost in a haze of alchohol soft middle age the pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high and you hide hide hide behind brown and mild eyes