The dark side of the Moon

"I've been mad for fucking 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 have...very hard to explain why you're mad,

even if you're not mad..."



(Man laughing)







Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to care

Leave, but don't leave me

Look around

Choose your own ground



Long you live and high you fly

And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be



Run, rabbit run

Dig that hole, forget the sun

And when at last the work is done

Don't sit down

It's time to dig another one



For long you live and high you fly

But only if you ride the tide

And balanced on the biggest wave

You race towards an early grave

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

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 nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say



Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Money

Get away

You get a good job with good pay and you're okay

Money

It's a gas

Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

New car, caviar, four star daydream

Think I'll buy me a football team



Money

Well, get back

I'm all right Jack

Keep your hands off of my stack

Money

It's a hit

Don't give me that do goody good bullshit

I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set

I think I need a Lear jet



Money

It's a crime

Share it fairly

But don't take a slice of my pie

Money

So they say

Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a raise

It's no surprise that they're giving none away



"HuHuh! I was in the right!"

"Yes, absolutely in the right!"

"I certainly was in the right!"

"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!"

"Yeah!"

"Why does anyone do anything?"

"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"

"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2.

He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.

It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

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 front rank died

And the general sat

And the lines on the map

Moved from side to side

Black and blue

And who knows which is which and who is who

Up and down

And in the end it's only round 'n round

Haven't you heard it's a battle of words

The poster bearer cried

Listen son, said the man with the gun

There's room for you inside



"I mean, they're not gonna kill ya,

so if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock, they won't do it again.

Dig it? I mean he get off lightly,

'cause I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!

It was only a difference of opinion,

but really...I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?"



Down and out

It can't be helped that there's a lot of it about

With, without

And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?

Out of the way

It's a busy day

I've got things on my mind

For the want of the price

Of tea and a slice

The old man died

The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

Remembering games

And daisy chains and laughs

Got to keep the loonies on the path



The lunatic is in the hall

The lunatics are in my hall

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paper boy brings more



And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon



The lunatic is in my head

The lunatic is in my head

You raise the blade

You make the change

You rearrange me 'till I'm sane

You lock the door

And throw away the key

And there's someone in my head, but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon



"I can't think of anything to say except... Laughing is nice! HaHaHa!"

All that you touch

And all that you see

All that you taste

All you feel

And all that you love

And all that you hate

All you distrust

All you save

And all that you give

And all that you deal

And all that you buy

Beg, borrow or steal

And all you create

And all you destroy

And all that you do

And all that you say

And all that you eat

And everyone you meet

And all that you slight

And everyone you fight

And all that is now

And all that is gone

And all that's to come

And everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon



"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."