One of these days One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces Arnold Layne 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, baby blue he got it Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same it takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to know why can't you see Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne Now he's caught a nasty sort of person they gave him time, doors bang chaingang he hated Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne Arnold Layne Arnold Layne don't do it again Fearless You say the hill's too steep to climb, try it you say you'd like to see me try, climb it 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 Brain damage 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 the 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 forbodings 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 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 Eclipse 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 thatyou 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 Set the controls for the heart of the sun 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 swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun On to the mountain watching the Watcher breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine the moment your flaw is run to your shadow notice the shadow that reopens the vine Set the controls for the heart of the sun heart of the sun Breaking the shape of his questions for ever when the sun will fall in the evening will he remember the lesson I gave him Set the controls for the heart of the sun heart of the sun See Emily play 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 loose your mind and play free games today see Emily play Soon after dark Emily cries gazing trough trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow Put on a gown that touches the ground float on a river for ever and ever Emily, Emily Free four One two three four The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime you shuffle in the gloom of the sick room and talk to yourself as you die Life is a short warm moment and death is a long cold rest you get your change to try in the twinkling of an eye eighty years with luck or even less So all aboard for the American tour and maybe you'll make it to the top but mind how you go, and I can tell you ' cause I know you may find it hard to get off But you are the angel of death and I am the dead man's son he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole and everyone's still on the run And who is the master of foxhounds and who says the hunt is begun and who calls the tune in the court-room and who beats the funeral drum Breathe reprise 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