Pink Floyd, Trading

Discussion in 'Psychology' started by Pabst, Oct 22, 2002.

  1. Pabst


    Dogs By Pink Floyd

    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
    You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

    And after a while, you can work on points for style
    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
    A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
    So that when they turn their backs on you
    You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
    You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
    And in the end you'll pack, fly down south
    Hide your head in the sand
    Just another sad old man
    All alone and dying of cancer.

    And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown
    And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
    And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
    So have a good drown, as you go down alone
    Dragged down by the stone.

    I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
    Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise
    If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

    Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone's expendable and no-one had a real friend
    And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
    And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

    Who was born in a house full of pain
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan
    Who was told what to do by the man
    Who was broken by trained personnel
    Who was fitted with collar and chain
    Who was given a seat in the stand
    Who was breaking away from the pack
    Who was only a stranger at home
    Who was ground down in the end
    Who was found dead on the phone
    Who was dragged down by the stone.
  2. spencer


    Shine on Pabst.
  3. Pabst


  4. Pabst


    Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the
    steel breeze.
    Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend,
    you martyr, and shine!

    You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the
    steel breeze.
    Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper,
    you prisoner, and shine!

    Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail
    on the steel breeze.
    Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner
    for truth and delusion, and shine!
  5. Echoes by Pink Floyd

    Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
    And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
    The echo of a distant tide
    Comes willowing across the sand
    And everything is green and submarine
    And no one showed us to the land
    ANd no one knows the wheres of whys
    But something stares and Something tries
    And starts to climb towards the light

    Strangers passing in the street
    By chance two separate glances meet
    And I am you and what I see is me
    And do I take you by the hand
    And lead you through the land
    And help me understand the best I can
    And no one calls us to the land
    And no one crosses there alive
    And no one speaks
    And no one tries
    And no one flies around the sun

    And now this is the day you fall
    Upon my waking eyes
    Inviting and inciting me to rise
    And throught the window in the wall
    Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
    A million bright ambassadors of morning
    And no one sings me lullabies
    And no one makes me close my eyes
    So I throw the windows wide
  6. doher



    Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
    You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
    Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
    Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

    Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
    You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
    And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
    No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

    And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
    And racing around to come up behind you again
    The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
    And shorter of breath and one day closer to death

    Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
    Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
    Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way
    The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

    Home, home again
    I like to be there when I can
    When I come in 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.
  7. <i>I certainly was in the race.</i>

    <i>Us.....and them.</i>
  8. doher



    Money, get away
    Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
    Money it's a gas
    Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
    New car, caviar, four star daydream,
    Think I'll buy me a football team

    Money get back
    I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack.
    Money it's a hit
    Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
    I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling section
    And I think I need a Lear jet

    Money it's a crime
    Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
    Money so they say
    Is the root of all evil today
    But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.
  9. the lunatic is in my head...
  10. doher


    So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell
    Blue skies from pain
    Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
    A smile from a veil?
    Do you think you can tell?

    And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
    Hot ashes for trees?
    Hot air for a cool breeze?
    Cold comfort for change?
    And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
    for a lead role in a cage?

    How I wish, how I wish you were here
    We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
    year after year

    Running over the same old ground
    What have we found?
    The same old fears
    Wish you were here
    #10     Oct 22, 2002