OBSCURED BY CLOUDS - 1972
1. Obscured By Clouds
2. When You're In
3. Burning Bridges
4. The Gold It's In The...
5. Wot's... Uh The Deal
6. Mudmen
7. Childhood's End
8. Free Four
9. Stay
10. Absolutely Curtains
Выпущено: Harvest SHSP 4020
Выход: 03.06.72
Информация: Вышел на CD в 04.87 на EMI CDP 746 385-2.
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Bridges burning gladly, merging with the shadow
Flickering between the lines
Stolen moments floating softly on the air
Born on wings of fire and climbing higher
Ancient bounds 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
Ries in her eyes
The door that stands ajar
The walls that once were high
Beyond the guilded cage
Beyond the reach of ties, the moment is at hand
She breaks the golden band
Come on my friend, 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 distant skies
All I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
Is count me in on the journey,
Don't expect me to stay
Heaven sent the promised land
Looks all right from where I stand
'cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show me 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 a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies.
Wots.. uh the deal?
Got to make it to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
Mile after mile, stone after stone
You turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candle light
And her by my side
Or if she prefers, we need never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
Oh, 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, where you've been
'cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old
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You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes
You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end: your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
All the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your 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 wa, there'll be peace
But ev'rything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
And so all things, time will mend
So this song will end
One two three four
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room
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
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
But mind how you go,
And I can tell you 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off
But you are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
And everyone's still on the run
And who is the master of foxhounds
And who says the hunt is begun
And who calls the tune in the court-room
And who beats the funeral drum
Stay and help me to end the day
And if you don't mind,
We'll break a bottle of wine
Stick around and maybe we'll get one down
'cause 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
Light my brain, don't try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dews, newborn day
Midnight blue turned to grey
Midnight blue, burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold.
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