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Download Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother (+ Bonus Tracks)
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Some "Pink Floyd" lyrics
Waiting For The Worms
"Ein, zwei, drei, ha ha!"
Ooooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
We're {waiting to succeed} and going to convene outside Brixton
Town Hall where we're going to be...
Waiting to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting to clean up the city.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to put on a black shirt.
Waiting to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors.
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens.
Waiting for the queers and the coons
and the reds and the jews.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
The Worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station. We'll be moving along at about
12 o'clock down Stockwell Road {.... ......} {Abbot's Road } {.....} twelve minutes
to three we'll be moving along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge. Now when we
get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge we're in Westminster {Borough } area. It's
quite possible we may encounter some jew boys by the way we go. {... ..}."
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Yet Another Movie
One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?
A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed
The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still
He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best
And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look
A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun
M: You're going on that plane to take you where you belong.
W: But no, I have...
M: You have got to listen to me. Do you have any idea what
you have to look forward to if you stay here? Nine chances out of 10 we both end up in a concentration camp and that....
W: You're only saying these things to make me go.
M: I'm saying it 'cause it's true. Inside us, we both know we belong in different......
....maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.
W: But what about us?
But what about us?
But what about us?
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