Pink Floyd (86,20 %)
Obscured by Clouds (50,22 %)
Released: 1972-06-03
Type: Soundtrack
Type: Soundtrack
Ranking:
Artist:
11
Year (1972):
41
Decade (1970's):
496
Overall:
2286
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1.
Obscured by Clouds
 03:05
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2.
When You're In
 02:31
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3.
Burning Bridges
 03:30
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4.
The Gold It's in the...
03:08
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5.
Wot's... Uh the Deal?
 05:09
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6.
Mudmen
04:18
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7.
Childhood's End
04:34
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8.
Free Four
04:17
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9.
Stay
04:08
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10.
Absolutely Curtains
05:51
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Album length:
40:31
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1.
Obscured by Clouds
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2.
When You're In
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3.
Burning Bridges
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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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4.
The Gold It's in the...
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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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5.
Wot's... Uh the Deal?
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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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6.
Mudmen
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7.
Childhood's End
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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
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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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9.
Stay
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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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10.
Absolutely Curtains
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