Now I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky…
There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.
I’m so new compared to you
and I am very small
warm glow moon gloom,
always need a little more room
And mind how you go,
I can tell ya coz I know
you may find it hard to get off.
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl
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
Silence in the studio!
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is on the grass…
His head did no thinking
His arms didn’t move except when the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I’ll gather my far flung thoughts together
Speeding away on a wind to a new day
If you’re alone I’ll come home
Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?
…and the wind cried Mary.
You’re lookin’ a little shaggy, there, Andy. Why don’t you come in for a trim?
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
And everything is green and submarine.
I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time.
Doctor doctor!
I’m in bed
Achin’ head
Gold is lead
Choke on bread
You shuffle in the gloom of a sick room,
and talk to yourself as you die.
Goodbye cruel world,
I’m leaving you today.
All you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be.