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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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The Gnome
Pink Floyd
I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can
A gnome named Grimble Crumble
And little gnomes stay in their homes
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine
He whore a scarlet tunic,
A blue green hood,
It looked quite good
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last
Wining, dining, biding his time
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomlay
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good
Winding, finding places to go
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomlay
Ooooooooooooooomlay
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Chapter 24
Pink Floyd
A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is increased by one
Change returns success
Going and coming without a look
Action brings good fortune
Sunset
The time is with the month of winter solstice
When the change is due to come
Thunder in the other course of heaven
Things cannot be destroyed once and for all
Change returns success
Going and coming without a look
Action brings good fortune
Sunset, sunrise
A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is increased by one
Change returns success
Going and coming without a look
Action brings good fortune
Sunset, sunrise
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Scarecrow
Pink Floyd
The black and green scarecrow
As ev'ryone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat
Ans straw everywhere
He didn't care...
He stood in a field where barley grows
His head did no thinking his arms didn't move
Except when the wind cut up rough
And mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate
'Cause life's not unkind
He doesn't mind
He stood in a field where barley grows.
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Bike
Pink Floyd
I've got a bike.
You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could,
but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything
if you want things.
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good,
then I guess it should.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old,
but he's a good mouse.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man,
lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish.
They're on the dish.
I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching.
Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room
and make them work.
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Let There Be More Light
Pink Floyd
Far, far, far away - way
People heard him say - say
I will find a way - way
There will come a day - day
Something will be done
Then at last the mighty ship
Descending on a point of flame
Made contact with the human race
*And melted hearts*
Now, now, now is the time - time
Time to be - be - be aware
(...) father saw him there and
Knew the road revealed to him
The living soul of (...)
Oh my, something in my eye - eye
Something in the sky - sky
Waiting there for me
The (...) back
The service men were heard to sigh
For there revealed in glowing robes
Was Lucy in the sky
(...) did you ever know - know
Never ever will they (...)
Flying in his cosmic art
And glowing slightly from his toes
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Remember A Day
Pink Floyd
Remember a day before today
A day when you were you young
Free to play alone with time
Evening never came
Sing a song that can't be sung
Without the morning's kiss
Queen - you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king
Why can't we play today
Why can't we stay that way
Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away
Why can't we reach the sun
Why can't we blow the years away
Blow away
Blow away
Remember
Remember
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun
Pink Floyd
Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at down
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Under the eaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness
Waking the grapevine
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
Whitness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06 · Editado por: The Blue Special Guitar
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Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun (Ajuste Os Controles Para O Coração Do Sol)
Pouco a pouco a noite da a volta
Contando as folhas que tremem no amanhecer
As de Lótus se encostam umas nas outras tendo desejos
sobre as colinas, onde descansa uma andorinha
ajuste o controles para o coração do sol
sobre as montanhas, observando o observador
rompendo a escuridão, despertando a vinha
A manhã que vai nascer nasce na sombra
o amor é a sombra que amadurece o vinho
ajuste os controles para o coração do sol
quem é o homem que chega até a parede?
Fazendo o esboço de suas perguntas ao perguntar
pensando que o sol vai cair ao fim da tarde
ele lembraria a lição que é dar,ofertar?
ajuste os controles para o coração do sol
o coração do sol, o coração do sol...
=D
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Corporal Clegg
Pink Floyd
Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg
He won it in the war in 1944
Corporal Clegg had a medal too
In orange, red, and blue
He found it in the zoo
Dear, dear were they really sad for me
Dear, dear will they really laugh at me
Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin
Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain
He's never been the same
No one is to blame
Corporal Clegg recieved his medal in a dream
>From her majesty the queen
His boots were very clean
Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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See Saw
Marigolds are very much in love, but he doesn't mind
Picking up his sister, he makes his way into the seas or land
All the way she smiles
She goes up while he goes down, down
Sits on a stick in the river
Laughter in his sleep
Sister's throwing stones, hoping for a hit
He doesn't know so then
She goes up while he goes down, down
Another time, another day
A brother's way to leave
Another time, another day
She'll be selling plastic flowers on a Sunday afternoon
Picking up weeds, she hasn't got the time to care
All can see he's not there
She grows up for another man, and he's down
Another time, another day
A brother's way to leave
Another time, another day
Another time, another day
A brother's way to leave
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Jugband Blues
Pink Floyd
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here
And I never knew we could be so thick
And I never knew we could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter
And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke
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The Blue Special Guitar
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The Nile Song
Pink Floyd
I was standing by the nile
When I saw the lady smile
I would take her out for a while - for a while
(...) like a child
How her golden hair was blowing wild
Then she spread her wings to fly - oh to fly
Soaring high above the breezes
Going always where she pleases
She will (...)
I will follow in her shadow
As I watch her from my window
One day I will catch her
She is calling from the deep
Summoning my soul to endless sleep
She is bound to drag me down - drag me down
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Crying Song
Pink Floyd
We smile and smile
We smile and smile
Laughter echoes in your eyes
We climb and climb
We climb and climb
Footfalls softly in the pines
We cry and cry
We cry and cry
Sadness passes in a while
We roll and roll
We roll and roll
Help me roll away the stone
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pagode nem morto
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# jun/06
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The Blue Special Guitar
Posta Confortable Numb.
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Green Is The Colour
Pink Floyd
Heavy hung the canopy blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines
Thru the dress you wore
She lay in the shadow of a wave
Hazy were the visions over played
Sunlight in her eyes
But moonshine made her cry ev'ry time
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye decieves the mind
Envy is the bond between
The hopeful and the damned
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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pagode nem morto
Posta Confortable Numb.
Calma...to no "More" ainda hauahua
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Cymbaline
Pink Floyd
The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching
>From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping like (...) train
Up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final cup be dry
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
There's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy round your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
And Dr. Strange is always changing size
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
Essa é totalmente fodona =D
Adoro essa música.
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Ibiza Bar
Pink Floyd
Im so afraid of the mistakes that i made
Shaking every time that i awake
I feel like a cardboard cut-out man
Build me a time where charters ryme
And the story line is kind
Ive aged and aged since the first page
I read every line that you wrote
Take me down take me down shelf above your head
And build me a time when the charters ryme
And the story line is kind
{solo here}
I live in the left on the shelf like the rest
And the epilogue reads like a sad song
Please pick up your camera and use me again
Build me a time when the charters ryme
And the story line is kind.
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has4
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# jun/06 · Editado por: has4
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Bruttall
cara ouve "Confortably Numb"... é considerado por todos como um se não o melhor solo de guitarra de todos os tempos!
evair
Ouve naum... assiste ao vivo então... é só um showzinho muito paia, nem público tem... mas, vai lá... rs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNrcZTfuwAM&search=numb%20pink
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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A Spanish Piece
Pink Floyd
Bath of tequila, Manuel
Leaf and cringle
Laugh at my lisp and kill you
I think
This Spanish music
It sets my soul on fire
Lovely seniorita
Your eyes are like stars
Your teeth are like pearls
Your ruby lips seniorita
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Careful with that Axe, Eugene...
Pink Floyd
Careful with that Axe, Eugene...
nooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhh
tuchê-tuchê-tuchê
and soul starts to screammmmm
hauahauahau
essa é fodona demais!
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Grantchester Meadows
Pink Floyd
Icy wind of night begone this is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belie the deathly silence that lay all around
Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
Making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered
Pink Floyd
Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.
The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig
Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the
middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the
blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his
feet.
Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would
nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?
...and the wind cried back.
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Sanitarium
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# jun/06
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aeee... Pink Floyd é mesmo muito foda!!!!!
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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If
Pink Floyd
If I were a swan, I'd be gone
If I were a train, I'd be late
And if I were a good man,
I'd talk with you more often than I do
If I were to sleep, I could dream
If I were afraid, I could hide
If I go insane, please don't put
Your wires in my brain
If I were the moon, I'd be cool
If I were a book, I would bend
If I were a good man, I'd understand
The spaces between friends
If I were alone, I would cry
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry
And if I go insane,
Will you still let me join in the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone
If I were a train, I'd be late again
If I were a good man,
I'd talk with you more often than I do
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The Blue Special Guitar
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# jun/06
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Summer'68
Pink Floyd
Would you like to say something before you leave?
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We said goodbye before we said hello
I hardly even like you
I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago
The music was too loud
From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Not a single word we said
Delights still without fears
Occasionally you showed a smile
But what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon
The wind of '95
My friends are lying in the sun
I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town
Another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man?
Just you let me know
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Goodbye to you
Charlotte Kringles too
I've had enough for one day
Outra música fodona!
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Fat Old Sun
Pink Floyd
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's thunder time of year
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells, new mown grass
Smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
And if you sit don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
And if you sit don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
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The Blue Special Guitar
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Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast
Pink Floyd
Rise And Shine
("Oh..uh..me flakes... scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, coffee marmelade..I like marmelade... pourridge..any cereal, I like all cereals...oh god...")
Sunny Side Up
("Breakfast in Los Angeles, macrobiotic stuff...")
Morning Glory
Outra música malucona mas muito legal hauahu
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