Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother

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Atom Heart Mother Suite
If
Summer '68
Fat Old Sun
Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast

Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother Suite

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Pink Floyd - If

If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late. And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do. If I were to sleep, I could dream. If I were afraid, I could hide. If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain. If I were the moon, I'd be cool. If I were a book, I would bend. If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends. If I were alone, I would cry. And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry. And if I go insane, will you still let me join in with the game? If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late again. If I were a good man, I'd talk to you more often than I do. ,
Pink Floyd - Summer '68

Would you like to something before you leave? Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel. We say goodbye before we've said hello. I hardly even like you. I shouldn't care at all. We met just six hours ago. The music was too loud. From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year. And I would like to know, how do you feel? How do you feel? Not a single word was said. They lied still without fears. Occasionally you showed a smile, but what was the need? I felt the cold far too soon in a wind of ninetyfive. Have you time before you leave to greet another man Just to let me know, how do you feel? How do you feel? Goodbye to you. Childish bangles too. I've had enough for one day. ,
Pink Floyd - Fat Old Sun

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Summer's thunder time of year, The sound of music in my ears. Distant bells, New mown grass smells so sweet. By the river holding hands, Roll me up and lay me down. And if you sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Children's laughter in my ears, The last sunlight disappears. And if you sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me. ,
Pink Floyd - Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast

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