Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time Comes
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine
It was just before dawn one miserable morning In black 'forty four When the forward commander Was told to sit tight When he asked that his men be withdrawn
Emily tries but misunderstands she's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow There is no other day let's try it another way you'll
Lime and limpid green the second scene the fights between the bleu you once knew floating down the sound resounds around the icy waters underground
We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave the kids alone Hey teacher leave us kids
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime
Little by little the night turns around counting the leaves wich tremble in the dawn notices leaning on each other and yearning under the leaves the
When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children any way they could By pouring their derision Upon anything
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
Money, get away get a good job with more pay and you're O.K. money, it's a gas grab that cash with both hands and make a stash new car, caviar, four
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Hello, Is there anybody in there Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home Come on now I hear you're feeling down I can ease your pain And
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces
Us and them and after all we're only ordinary men me and you God only knows it's not what we would choose to do forward he cried from the rear and the
Into the distance, a ribbon of black stretched to the point of no turning back a flight of fancy on a wind swept field standing alone my sense reeled
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines they suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror distorted view, see through
