Meddle. Pink Floyd.

1. One of these days.

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


2. A pillow of winds.

The cloud of eiderdown draws around me softening the sound, sleepy time when I lie with my 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 dawn. 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.


3. Fearless.

You say the hill's to steep to climb, climbing, you say you'ld like to see me try, climbing. 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.

Fearlessly 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 growd.

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.


4. San Tropez.

As I reach for a peach, slide a line down behind, a sofa in San Tropez, breaking a stick with a brick on the sand, riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan, sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness, scratched by the sand that fell from my love, keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling, if you're alone, I'll come home.

Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove, gone with the wind, the rain on a airplane, owning a home with no silver spoon, I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon. Sooner than wiat for a break in the weather, I'll gather my far-glung thoughts together, speeding away on the wind to a new day, 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, digging the gold in a hole in my hand, hoping the good, take a look at the way things end, and you're leading me down to a 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.


5. Seamus.

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.


6. Echoes.

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 willowing across the sand and everything is green and submarine. And noone showed us to the land, and noone knows the where or whys, but something stirs and something tries and starts to climb towards the light.

Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances 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 understand the best I can. And noone calls us to move on, and noone forces down our eyes, and noone speaks and noone tries, and noone flies around the sun.

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes inviting and inciting me to rise. And through the window in the wall come streaming in on sunlight wings. A million bright ambassadors of morning. And noone sings me lullabies, and noone makes me close my eyes, and so I throw the windows wide and call to you across the sky.

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Año: 1971.
Procedencia de la banda: Londres, Inglaterra.
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