 Pink Floyd
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33.16 %
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76.08 %
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97.11 %
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93.95 %
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Obscured by Clouds
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50.22 %
(2013-11-19) |
Date released: 1972-06-03 Type: soundtrack In collection: on wishlist [low] Average track length: 04:03 Average track rating:  |
Ranking
Pink Floyd:
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14
Year (1972):
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49
Decade (1970's):
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597
Overall:
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Tracks
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1 instr  03:05 | 2 instr 02:31 | 3 lyrics  03:30 | 4 lyrics 03:08 | 5 lyrics  05:09 | 6 instr 04:18 | 7 lyrics 04:34 | 8 lyrics 04:17 | 9 lyrics 04:08 | 10 instr 05:51 | Total time: 40:31 |
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Obscured by Clouds 03:05 |
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instrumental |
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When You're In 02:31 |
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instrumental |
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Burning Bridges 03:30 |
Bridges burning gladly
Merging with the shadows,
Flickering between the lines.
Stolen moments floating softly on the air,
Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher.
Ancient bonds are breaking,
Moving on and changing sides.
Dreaming of a new day,
Cast aside the other way.
Magic visions stirring,
Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.
The doorway stands ajar,
The walls that once were high.
Beyond the gilded cage,
Beyond the reach of ties.
The moment is at hand.
She breaks the golden band. |
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The Gold It's in the... 03:08 |
Come on, my friends, let's make for the hills
they say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills
you can get your hands on whatever we find
' cause I've only come along for the ride
Well you go your way and I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
everybody's searching for something, they say
I'll get my kicks on the way
Over the mountains, across the sea
who knows what may be waiting for me
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
faces of people and places don't change
All I have to do is just close my eyes
to see the seagulls wheeling in the far distants skies
all I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay |
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Wot's... Uh the Deal? 05:09 |
Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies
Wot's... uh the deal?
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old |
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Mudmen 04:18 |
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instrumental |
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Childhood's End 04:34 |
You shout in your sleep
that's the price, it's just too steep
is your conscience at rest
it was put to the test
you awake with a start
just the beating of your heart
just one man beneath the sky
just two ears, just two eyes
You said, sail across the sea
long past thoughts and memories
childhood's end: your fantasies
merging harsh realities
and then as the sail is hoist
you'll find your eyes are growing moist
and all the fears never voiced
say you have to make the final choice
Who are you and who am I
to say we know the reason why
some are born, some men die
beneath one infinite sky
there'll be war and there'll be peace
but anything one day will cease
all the iron turn to rust
all the proud men turn to dust
so all things time will mend
so this song will end |
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Free Four 04:17 |
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.
Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance 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.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.
You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die. |
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Stay 04:08 |
Stay and help me to end the day.
And of you don't mind,
We'll break a bottle of wine.
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
Because I want to find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
I rise, looking through my morning eyes,
Surprised to find you by my side.
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you good-bye.
Morning dues.
Newborn day.
Midnight blue turned to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold. |
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Absolutely Curtains 05:51 |
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instrumental |
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