(Nov. 1971)
01 - One of These Days (Pink Floyd) 5:57
02 - A Pillow of Winds (Pink Floyd) 5:07
03 - Fearless (Pink Floyd) 6:05
04 - San Tropez (Pink Floyd) 3:40
05 - Seamus (Pink Floyd) 2:13
06 - Echoes (Pink Floyd) 23:31

David Gilmour: Guitar, vocals
Roger Waters: Bass, guitar, vocals
Richard Wright: Keyboards, vocals
Nick Mason: Drums, percussion


One of these days...
One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces

A pillow of winds
The cloud of eidedown draws around me softening the sound
sleepy time when I lie with mi love by my side
and she's breathing low, and the candle dies
When night comes down you lock the door
the book falls to the floor
as darkness falls and waves roll by
the seasons changed, the wind is warm
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
behold the dream, the dream is gone
green fields, a cold rain
is falling in a golden glow
and deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
and I go down
sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
and she's breathing low and I rise like a bird
in the haze when the first rays touch the sky
and the night winds die.

You say the hill's too steep to climb, try it
you say you'd like to see me try climb it
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
and I'll climb the hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sounds of the things you've said today
Fearlessy the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
mercyless the magistrate turns round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your own way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
You never walk alone, you never walk alone
walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
and you never walk alone, you never walk alone

San Tropez
As I reach for a peach slide a rind down behind
The sofa in San Tropez.
Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand.
Ridin' a wave in the wake of an old sedan.
Sleepin' alone in the drone of the darkness,
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love,
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her callin'
"If you're alone, I'll come home."
Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove,
Gone with the wind and the rain, on an airplane.
Owning a home with no silver spoon,
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon.
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather,
I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together.
Speeding away on the wind to a new day.
And if you're alone I'll come home.
And I pause for a while by a country style
And listen to the things they say.
Diggin' for gold with a hoe in my hand.
Open a book take a look at the way things stand.
And you're leading me down to the place by the sea.
I hear your soft voice calling to me.
Making a date for later by phone
And if you're alone I'll come home.

I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
well I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my own hound, was outside
well you know the sun was sinking slowly
and my own hound-dog sat right down and cried

Overhead the albatros hangs motionless upon the air
and deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
the echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sand
and everything is green, the sun beneath
and no one showed us to te land
and no one knows the where's or the why's
but something stares and something tries
and start to climb towards the land
Srangers passing in the street by chance to separate closes meet
and I am you and what I see is me
and do I take you by the hand
and lead you through the land
and help me understant the best I can
and no one calls us to the dawn
and no one forces down our eyes
and no one speaks and no one tries
no one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and insighting me to rise
and through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors of morning
on no one sings me lullabies
and no one makes me close my eyes
so I throw the windows wide
and call to you across the sky

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