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Floydian Slips

by Garrett Hicks

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1.
Lime and limpid green, a second scene, A fight between the blue you once knew. Floating down, the sound resounds Around the icy waters underground. Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda, and Titania. Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten. Oooo... Blinding signs flap, Flicker, flicker, flicker, blam, POW! POW! Scare away, scare Dan, dare who's there? Oooo... Lime and limpid green, The sound surrounds the icy waters under- Lime and limpid green, The sound surrounds the icy waters underground.
2.
Bike 01:56
I've got a bike! You can ride it, if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings And things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke. There's a tear up the front, it's red and black, I've had it for months. If you think it could look good then I guess it should. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house. I don't know why I call him Gerald. He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things. I've got a clan of gingerbread men. Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men. Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things I know a room of musical tunes. Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork. Let's go into the other room and make them work.
3.
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear That I'm not here. And I never knew the moon could be so big And I never knew the moon could be so blue And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes And brought me here instead dressed in red And I'm wondering who could be writing this song. I don't care if the sun don't shine And I don't care if nothing is mine And I don't care if I'm nervous with you I'll do my loving in the winter. And the sea isn't green And I love the queen And what exactly is a dream? And what exactly is a joke?
4.
Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg He won it in the war In nineteen forty four. Corporal Clegg had a medal too In orange, red, and blue He found it in the zoo. Dear, dear were they really sad for me? Dear, dear will they really laugh at me? Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him. Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin. Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain He's never been the same No one is to blame Corporal Clegg recieved his medal in a dream From Her Majesty the queen His boots were very clean. Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin? Corporal Clegg Corporal Clegg...
5.
One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces!
6.
Speak to Me 01:06
Original Lyrics: I've been mad for f***ing years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands... I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the most of us are... Very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad... My Revised Lyrics: Mad? I've been mad for years, working my buns off and wasting my time on bands who don't even care! I've been mad all my life, ain't we all? Here's a challenge: you try and find someone sane to explain madness!
7.
Time 06:12
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say...
8.
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine. Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'. You bought a guitar to punish your ma, And you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool, So welcome to the machine. Welcome my son, welcome to the machine. What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream. You dreamed of a big star, He played a mean guitar, He always ate in the Steak Bar. He loved to drive in his Jaguar. So welcome to the Machine.
9.
Now you feel it, a shiver, and you begin Frozen breath that spreads across the skin A sound you never heard before: you screaming. Welcome to the world of random noise, Where you simply haven't got a choice When we push your levers and pull your strings. It's another world, It's a better world that we bring. Here you are on the planet of hot and cold, Where you'll do exactly as you're told. [Telephone]: In the world of a thousand furry toys, You can hear the screams of little girls and boys. It's a charming noise if you really want that kind of thing, Mama. Mmmm... Now you feel it, a shiver, and you've begun. When they pull your strings, how you'll start to run. And there's no stepping off Or stepping down. It's another world, It's a better world. That's what we have found.
10.
Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reel A fatal attraction is holding me fast How can I escape its irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I! Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings, I thought I'd thought of everything No navigator to find my way home Unladen, empty, and turned to stone My sole intention is learning to fly Condition: grounded, but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air Across the clouds I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night There's no sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, a state of bliss Can't keep my mind from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
11.
Part 1: I have always been here. I have always looked out from behind these eyes. Feels like more than a lifetime, feels like more than a lifetime. Sometimes I get tired of the waiting. Sometimes I get tired of being in here. Is this the way it has always been? Could it ever have been different? Do you ever get tired of the waiting? Do you ever get tired of being in there? Don't worry, nobody lives forever. Nobody lives forever. Part 2: I will always be here. I will always look out from behind these eyes. It's only a lifetime, It's only a lifetime, It's only a lifetime.
12.
Smile 03:37
Would this do To make it all right While sleep has taken you Where I'm out of sight? I'll make my getaway Time on my own Search for a better way To find my way home To your smile... Your smile. Wasting days and days On this fight. Always down and up Half the night. Hopeless to reminisce Through the dark hours, We'll only sacrifice What time will allow us. You're sighing... sighing All alone, Though you're right here. Now it's time to go From your sad stare. Make my getaway Time on my own, Needing a better way To find my way home To your smile... Your smile.
13.
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. 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... Witness the man who raves at the Wall, Making the shape of his question 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...
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Part 1: If you didn't care what happened to me, and I didn't care for you, we would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain, occasionally glancing up through the rain, wondering which of the buggers to blame, and watching for pigs on the wing. Part 2: You know that I care what happens to you, and I know that you care for me too, so I don't feel alone, or the weight of the stone, now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone. And any fool knows a dog needs a home, a shelter from pigs on the wing.
15.
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. They can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still real. It's the only connection they feel. [Spoken]: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisly, Mr. Brezhnev and party. The ghost of McCarthy, And the memories of Nixon. And now, adding color, a group of anonymous Latin- American meatpacking glitterati!" Did they expect us to treat them with any respect? They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, And amuse themselves playing games for awhile. Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye their favorite toy They'll be good girls and boys In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial Wasters of life and limb. Is everyone in? Are you having a nice time? (Good night!) Now the final solution can be applied.
16.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? And cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk on part in the war, For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found The same old fears. Wish you were here. How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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(Instrumental)

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A tribute album of covers selected to highlight the talents of each member of Pink Floyd.

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released June 4, 2011

Thanks to Tom Urrutia and the Songsterr users Leland, Angel, and Leonard.

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