Pink floyd. Singles

Purple simon moves the pink harum
Picnic, a breath of fresh air
Soundtrack from the film ZABRISKIE POINT


        1. Point Me In The Sky

Hey Gone, this is Henry Maclean
And I finished my beutiful flying mashine
And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange how little we changed
Isn't it we're insane
Playing the games that we know end in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands

Point me to this comic flight
And throw away the plastic coloured eye
I'd like to use the static miles that we fly
This is my last summarize

Point me in the sky and let me fly

And if you survive till two thousant and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breath out
While the people around you breathe in, breathe in

People blaspheme all I say
To something that I hate to say
Stooping down to eat the air
Breathe careful that you might die, my friend

All we've got to you is goodbye
Time will die in your eye
And we fly, it's goodbye

Point me in the sky and let me fly


        2. Embryo

All is love, is all I am
A ball is all I am
I'm so new compared to you
And I am very small

Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Waiting here seems like years
Never seen the light of day

All around I hear strange sounds
Come gurgling in my ear
Red the light and dark the night
I feel my dawn is near

Warm glow, moon bloom
Always need a little more room
Whisper low, here I go
I will see the sunshine show


        3. Crumbling Land

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
Wheeling, soaring, gliding high

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king

Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
Drinking in the clear blue well
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
But fifty more come rolling off the floor production line

Then a man commuting like a village on the sand
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
Screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
Close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
Gliding high into the sky

By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
Upon the finger of the king
On high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
Then wheeling a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun