01 -
Cirrus minor (Waters)
02 - The Nile song (Waters)
03 - Crying song (Waters)
04 - Up the Khyber (Mason/Wright)
05 - Green is the colour (Waters)
06 - Cymbaline (Waters)
07 - Party sequence (Waters/Wright/Gilmour/Mason)
08 - Main theme (Waters/Wright/Gilmour)
09 - Ibiza bar (Waters/Wright/Gilmour/Mason)
10 - More blues (Waters/Wright/Gilmour/Mason)
11 - Quicksilver (Waters/Wright/Gilmour/Mason)
12 - A spanish piece (Gilmour)
13 - Dramatic theme (Waters/Wright/Gilmour/Mason)
David
Gilmour, Syd Barrett: Guitar, vocals Roger Waters: Bass, guitar, vocals Richard Wright: Keyboards, vocals Nick Mason: Drums
Cirrus Minor In a churchyard by a river
lazing in the haze of midday
laughing in the grasses and the graves
Yellow bird you are not lonely
in singing and in flying on
in laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the water
waving to the river-daughters
swaying in the ripples and the wreaths
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
like tears that like a child
how her golden hair was blowing wild
then she spread her wings to fly, for to fly
soaring high above the breezes
going always where she pleases
She will make it to island in the sun
I will follow her in her shadow
and I'll 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
Crying Song We smile and smile
laughter echoes in your eyes
we climb and climb
fruits falls softly in the pines
we cry and cry
sadness passes in a while
we roll and roll
help me roll away the stone
Green Is The Colour Heavy hung the canopy of blue
shade my eyes and I can see you
white is the light that shines through the dress that
you wore
She lay in the shadow of a wave
hazy were the vision overplayed
sunlight in her eyes,
but moonshine made her cry
every time
Green is the colour of her kind,
quickness of the eye deceives the mind
envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned
Cymbaline The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets 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 tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme
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 magazine back home
and it's high time, Cymbaline
please wake me
The lions converting where you stand, they must have
moved the picture plain
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 Doctor Strange is always changing size
and it's high time, Cymbaline
please wake me
Ibiza Bar I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made
making every time that I lay
I feel like and oddball with a cut-off mind
so if you excuse me it's time
when the count is rhymed
and the story-line is fine
I've been amazed since the first time
I can't get a line too close
take me down, take me down
from the cell of my mind
and hear me slowly floating lonely somewhere
I live far enough on a shelf like a dress
on the end of all that reads like a sad song
leaves began to grow beautiful
and years they began
and hear me slowly floating lonely
flowing down too slow
