Meddle ‘71

‘71

ONE OF THESE DAYS

One of these days

I'm going to cut you into little pieces

A PILLOW OF WINDS

The cloud of eiderdown draws around me

softening the sound

sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side

and she's breathing low, and the candle dies

When night comes down you lock the door

the look falls to the floor

as darkness falls and waves roll by

the seasons changed, the wind is warm

Now wakes the owl, now sleep the swan

behold the dream, the dream is gone

green fields, a cold rain

is falling in a golden glow

And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds

and I go down

sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side

and she's breathing low, and I rise like a bird

in the haze when the first rays touch the sky

and the night wings die

FEARLESS

You say the hill's too steep to climb, try it

you say you'd like to see me try climb it

you pick the place and I'll choose the time

and I'll climb the hill in my own way

just wait a while for the right day

and as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds

I look down, hearing the sounds of the things you've said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling

mercyless the magistrate turns round, frowning

and who's the fool who wears the crown

go down in your own way

and every day is the right day

and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown

you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd

You never walk alone, you never walk alone

walk on, walk on with hope in your heart

and you never walk alone, you never walk alone

SAN TROPEZ

As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down

behind a chauffeur in San Tropez

breaking a stick with a brick on the sand

riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan

sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness

scratched by the sand that fell from my love

keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling

if you're alone, I'll come home

Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove

gone with the wind, the rain on an airplane

owning a home with no silver spoon

I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon

sooner than wait for a break in the weather

I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together

speeding away on the wind to a new day

if you're alone, I'll come home

And I pause for a while by a country style

and listen to the things they say

digging the gold in a hole in my hand

hoping the good, take a look at the way things end

and you're leading me down to a place by the sea

I hear your soft voice calling to me

making a date for Rita Pavone

if you're alone, I'll come home

SEAMUS

I was in the kitchen

Seamus, that's the dog, was outside

well I was in the kitchen

Seamus, my own hound, was outside

well you know the sun was sinking slowly

and my own hound-dog sat right down and cried

ECHOES

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

and deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves

the echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sand

and everything is green, the sun beneath

and no one showed us to the land

and no one knows the where's or the why's

but something stares and something tries

and starts to climb towards the land

Strangers passing in the street by chance to separate closes 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 dawn

and no one forces down our eyes

and no one speaks and no one tries

no one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes

inviting and insighting me to rise

and through the window in the wall

come streaming 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

and crawl to you across the sky

Relics ‘71

‘71

ARNOLD LAYNE

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby

collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines

they suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror

distorted view, see through, baby blue

he got it

Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same

it takes two to know, two to know, two to know, two to know

why can't you see

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Arnold Layne

Now he's caught a nasty sort of person

they gave him time, doors bang chaingang

he hated

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Arnold Layne,

Arnold Layne

don't do it again

SEE EMILY PLAY

Emily tries but misunderstands

she's often inclined to borrow

somebody's dreams till tomorrow

There is no other day

let's try it another way

you'll loose your mind and play

free games today

see Emily play

Soon after dark Emily cries

gazing through trees in sorrow

hardly a sound till tomorrow

Put on a gown that touches the ground

float on a river

for ever and ever

Emily, Emily

PAINT BOX

Last night I had too much to drink

sitting in a club with so many fools

playing to rules

trying to impress and feeling rather empty

I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening

you don't turn up with their friends

playing their game

here in the scene or it should be

far away

Getting up first without remembering

where I've been before

I open the door to an empty room

then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks

she would very much like to go

out to a show

so what can I do, I can't think what to say

she sees through any way

Out of the front door I go

traffic's moving rather slow

arriving late

there she waits looking very angry

as cross as she can be