Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne had a strange hobbycollecting clothes, moonshine washing linesthey suit him fineOn the wall hung a tall mirrordistorted view, see through, baby bluehe got itOh Arnold Layne, it's not the sameit takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to knowwhy can't you seeArnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold LayneNow he's caught a nasty sort of personthey gave him time, doors bang chainganghe hatedArnold Layne, Arnold LayneArnold LayneArnold Laynedon't do it again
See Emily play
Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrowThere is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'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 tomorrowThere is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'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 BR>There is no other dayLet's try it another wayYou'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play
Remember a day
Remember a day before todaya day when you were youngrenew a play along with timeevening with a thymeSing now a song that can't be sungwithout a morning's kissdream you shall be it if you wishlook for your kingWhy can't we play todaywhy can't we stay that wayClimb your fatal apple treetry to catch the sunhide from your little brother's gundream yourself awayWhy can't we reach the sunwhy can't we blow the years awaygo awayremember remember
Paint box
Last night I had too much to drinksitting in a club with so many foolsplaying to rulestrying to impress and feeling rather emptyI had another drinkWhat a way to spend that eveningyou don't turn up with their friendsplaying their gamehere in the scene or it should befar awayGetting up first without rememberingwhere I've beenI open the door to an empty roomthen I forgetThe telephone rings and someone speaksshe would very much like to goout to a showso what can I do, I can't think what to sayshe sees trough any wayOut of the front door I gotraffic's moving rather slowarriving latethere she waits looking very angryas cross as she can be
Julia dream
Sunlight bright upon my pillowlighter than an eiderdownwishing that the weeping-willowwinds its branches roundJulia dreamdream that queenqueen of all my dreamsEvery night I turn the light outwaiting for the velvet bridewill the scarly armadillofind me where I'm hidingWill the misty master break mewill the key unlock my mindwill the following footsteps catch meam I really dying
Cirrus Minor
In a churchyard by a riverlazing in the haze of middaylaughing in the grasses and the gravesYellow bird you are not lonelyin singing and in flying onin laughing and in leavingWillow weeping in the waterwaving to the river-daughtersswaying in the ripples and the wreathsOn a trip to Cirrus Minorsaw a crater in the sunA thousand miles of moonlight later
The nile song
I was standing by the Nilewhen I saw the lady smileI would take her out a while for a whilelike tears that like a childhow her golden hair was blowing wildthen she spread her wings to fly for to flysoaring high above the breezesgoing always where she pleasesShe will make it to island in the sunI will follow her in her shadowand I'll watch her from my windowone day I will catch herShe is calling from the deepsummoning my soul to endless sleepshe is bound to drag me down
Biding my time
Wasting my time, resting my mindand I'll never pine for the sad days and the bad dayswhen we was working from nine to fiveAnd if you don't mindI'll spend my time here by the firesidein the warm light of the love in her eyes
Bike
I've got a bike, you can ride if you likeit's got a basket, a bell that ringsand things to make it look goodI'd give it to you if I couldbut I borrowed itYou're the kind of girlthat fits in with my worldI'll give you anything, everythingif you want thingI've got a cloak, it's a bit of a jokethere's a tear up the front, it's red and blackI've had it for monthsif you think it gould look goodthen I guess it shouldI know a mouse and he hasn't got a houseI don't know why I call him GeraldHe's getting rather old but he's a good mouseI've got a clan of gingerbread menhere a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread mentake a couple if you wish, they're on the dishI know a room of musical tunesome wine, some gin, most of them are clockworklet's go into the other room and make them work
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