Seamus
Track #5 | Time: 02:15 |
Composer: Gilmour, Mason, Waters, Wright | Report | Print | Up^ As I reach for a peachSlide a rind down behindThe sofa in San Tropez.Breakin' a stickwith a brick on the sand.Ridin' a waveIn the wake of an old sedan.
Sleepin' alone in theDrone of the darkness,Scratched by the sand thatFell from my love,Deep in my dreams and IStill hear her callin'"If you're alone,I'll come home."
Backward and homebound,The pigeon, the dove,Gone with the windAnd the rain, on an airplane.Owning a homeWith no silver spoon,I'm drinking champagneLike a good tycoon.
Sooner than wait forA break in the weather,I'll gather my far-flungThoughts together.Speeding awayOn the wind to a new day.And if you're aloneI'll come home.
And I pause for a whileBy a country styleAnd listen to the things they say.Diggin' for goldWith a hoe in my hand.Open a bookTake a look at the way things stand.
And you're leading me downTo the place by the sea.I hear your soft voiceCalling to me.Making a date forLater by phoneAnd if you're aloneI'll come home.
Fearless
Track #3 | Time: 06:08 |
Composer: Gilmour, Waters | Report | Print | Up^ When the fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evenin' birds are callingSummer's thunder time of yearThe sound of music in my earsDistant bells, new mown grassSmells so sweetBy the river holding handsRoll me up and lay me downAnd if you sit don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evenin' birds are callingChildren's laughter in my earsThe last sunlight disappearsAnd if you sit don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Echoes
Track #6 | Time: 23:27 |
Composer: Gilmour, Mason, Waters, Wright | Report | Print | Up^ Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one SHOWED us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
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