Waters, Gilmour) 5:07

Heaven sent the promised land

Looks alright from where I stand

Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step

Show 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 chill wind blowing in my soul

And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies

Wot's...uh the deal?

Got to make to the next meal

Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile

Stone after stone

Turn to speak but you're alone

Million mile from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold

Turn my lead into gold

Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul

And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight

And her by my side

And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone said 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 and where you been?"

Cause there's no wind left in my soul

And I've grown old

“Mudmen”

(Wright, Gilmour) 4:20

(Instrumental)

“Childhood's End”

(Gilmour) 4:31

You shout in your sleep.

Perhaps the price is just 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 everything 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”

(Waters) 4:15

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime.

You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die.

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.

And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know

You may find it hard to get off.

You are the angel of death

And I am the dead man's son.

And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.

And everyone is still in the run.

And who is the master of fox hounds?

And who says the hunt has begun?

And 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.

You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom

And talk to yourself till you die.

“Stay”

(Wright, Waters) 4:05

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,

Because 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,

Surprised to find you by my side.

Rack my brain to try to remember your name

To find the words to tell you good-bye.

Morning dues.

Newborn day.

Midnight blue turned to gray.

Midnight blue burning gold.

A yellow moon is growing cold.

“Absolutely Curtains”

(Waters, Gilmour, Wright, Waters) 5:51

(Instrumental)

Date: 2015-12-11; view: 758