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Lyrics to Pink Floyd's Momentary Lapse of Reason
A MOMENTARY LAPSE OF REASON Pink Floyd
SIGNS OF LIFE
(Instrumental)
LEARNING TO FLY
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back.
A flight of fancy on a wind-swept field.
Standing alone, my senses reeled.
A fatal attraction holding me fact.
How can I escape this irresistable grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings.
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything.
No navigator to guide my way home.
Unladened, empty, and turned to stone.
A soul in tension that's learning to fly.
Condition grounded, but determined to try.
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds, I see my shadow fly,
Out of the corner of my watering eye.
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.
There's no sensation to compare with this.
Suspended animation, a state of bliss.
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
THE DOGS OF WAR
Dogs of war and men of hate:
With no cause, we don't discriminate.
Discovery is to be disowned.
Our currency is flesh and bone.
Hell opened up and put on sale.
Gather 'round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive.
Even our masters don't know the webs we weave.
One world, it's a battleground.
One world, and we will smash it down.
One world... one world.
Invisible transfers, long distance calls.
Hollow laughter in marble halls.
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war.
You can't stop what has begun.
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion.
We all have a dark side, to say the least,
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast.
One world, it's a battleground.
One world, and they smash it down.
One world... one world.
The dogs of war don't negotiate.
The dogs of war won't capitulate.
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live.
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before.
Well, winners can lose and things can get strained,
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.
One world, it's a battleground.
One world, are we going to smash it down?
One world... one world.
ONE SLIP
A restless eye across a weary room,
A glazed look, and I was on the road to ruin.
The music played and played as we whirled without end.
No hint, no word her honour to defend.
"I will, I will," she sighed to my request,
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test.
Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire,
I led the way to the funeral pyre,
And without a thought of the consequence,
I gave in to my decadence.
One slip, and down the hole we fall.
It seems to take no time at all:
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life;
A small regret you won't forget.
There'll be no sleep in here tonight.
Was it love? or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of faith that seemed to fit just like a glove?
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown.
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone.
One slip, and down the hole fe fall.
It seems to take no time at all:
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life to a life;
The one regret you will never forget.
There'll be no sleep in here tonight.
One slip... one slip...
ON THE TURNING AWAY
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden,
And the words they say
Which we don't understand:
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering,
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away."
It's a sin somehow.
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known,
Unaware how the ranks have grown,
Driven by a heart of stone.
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud.
On the wings of the night,
As the daytime is stirring,
Where the speeches unite
In a silent accord,
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame,
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night.
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary.
No more turning away
From the coldness inside.
Just a world that we all must share;
It's not enough just to stand and stare.
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
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 had 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 sea 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 faces into the setting stone.
ROUND AND AROUND
(Instrumental)
A NEW MACHINE part 1
I have always been here.
I have always looked out from behind these eyes.
It feels more than a lifetime;
Feels more than a lifetime.
Sometimes I get tired of the waiting.
Sometimes I get tired of being in here.
Is this the way it has always been?
Could it ever have been defferent?
Do you ever get tired of the waiting?
Do you ever get tired of being in there?
Don't worry; nobody lives forever.
Nobody lives forever.
TERMINAL FROST
(Instrumental)
A NEW MACHINE part 2
I will always be here.
I will always look out from behind these eyes.
It's only a lifetime.
It's only a lifetime.
It's only a lifetime.
SORROW
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land.
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky.
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking.
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream. He can't be precise.
He's chained forever to a world that's departed.
It's not enough. It's not enough.
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright.
His knees have trembled and given way in the night.
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth.
His step has faltered.
One world; one soul;
time pass; the river roll.
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication,
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea;
A grim intimation of what is to be.
There's an unceasing wind the blows through this night,
And there's dust in my eyes that blinds my sight,
And silence that speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken.
[Typed in by Damian Ritter, aka "Captain Ameba]
[All songs © 1986, 1987 Pink Floyd]
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