Produceret af Pink Floyd, Joe Boyd, Norman SmithUdgivet Juni 1983
Udgivet af Capitol Records
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Produceret af Pink Floyd, Joe Boyd, Norman Smith
Udgivet Juni 1983
Udgivet af Capitol Records
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Floyd havde opsagt sit samarbejde med pladeselsakbet Capitol i USA. Så den sidste krampetrækning fra Capitol, blev altså denne opsamlings skive.
Det er grundlæggende bare de samme gamle numre som vi kender fra deres tidligere udgivelser.
Der er lige mikset lidt, så overgangene mellem numrene glider bedre. Og så er der et
nummer der gør at alle Floyd fans simpelthen MÅ have denne plade : Embryo. Et nummer der
aldrig fik en rigtig studie indspilning af Floyd, men var blevet spillet live adskillige
gange. Nummeret var en årgang gang kaldt "The Return of the Son of Nothing".
Den udgave
der er her på Works er en kort udgave på under 5 minutter men live varede den gerne omkring
de 12 minutter. Altså i bund og grund en af de sange Floyd har spillet live og udviklet
i mange år. Dermed et rigtigt vigtigt nummer for ægte Floyd-nørder.
One of These Days [5:50](Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)
One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces
Arnold 'layne [2:52] (Barrett)
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing
line
They suit him fine
On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted
view, see through baby blue
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes
two to know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne,
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person.
They gave him time
Doors bang
- chain gang - he hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes
two to know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold
Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Don't do it again
Fearless [6:08] (Waters, Gilmour)
You say the hill's too steep to climb
Climb it.
You say you'd like to
see me try
Climbing.
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the
right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look
down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today.
Fearlessly the
idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning.
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above
the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in
the crowd.
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games
and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic
is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces
to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
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 forebidings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make
the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw
away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts,
thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're
in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
Eclipse [1:45] (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All
that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you
give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
everyone
you meet
All that you slight
everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that
is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun
is eclipsed by the moon.
Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun [5:23](Waters)
Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble
at dawn.
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning.
Under the eaves the
swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
Over
the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness
Waking the
grapevine.
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow
that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The
heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.
Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his
questions to Heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he
remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun
See Emily Play [2:54] (Barrett)
Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams
till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your
mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Soon after dark Emily cries,
ah ooh
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no
other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games
for may
See Emily play
Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh
Float
on a river forever and ever, Emily
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a
Cave and Grooving with a Pict [1:45] (Waters)
Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the
haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and
I cried, cried, cried.
The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize
and then Cried Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon,
doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma
feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of
the burnie crew
Well I snatched fer the blade o' my Claymore
cut and thrust
and I fell doon before him round his feet.
Aye!
That Was pretty avantgarde, Wasn't it ?
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 back.
Thank you.
Free Four [4:07] (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)
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.
All is love, is all I am
A ball is all I am
I'm so new compared to you
And I
am very small
Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Waiting
here seems like years
Never seen the light of day
All around I hear strange
sounds
Come gurgling in my ear
Red the light and dark the night
I feel my dawn
is near
Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Whisper low,
here I go
I will see the sunshine show
