Sheep- Pink floyd! Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.you better watch out,there may be dogs abouti’ve looked over jordan, and i have seenthings are not what they seem.What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real.meek and obedient you follow the leaderdown well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.what a surprise!a look of terminal shock in your eyes.now things are really what they seem.no, this is no bad dream.The lord is my shepherd, i shall not wanthe makes me down to liethrough pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by.with bright knives he releaseth my soul.he maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.he converteth me to lamb cutlets,for lo, he hath great power, and great hunger.when cometh the day we lowly ones,through quiet reflection, and great dedicationmaster the art of karate,lo, we shall rise up,and then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.Bleating and babbling i fell on his neck with a scream.wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.Have you heard the news?the dogs are dead!you better stay homeand do as you’re told.get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Mgmt - Weekend War Evil S I yes to find a shore,A beach that doesn’t quiver anymore,Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,And I won’t try to fight in the weekend warsWas I? I was to lazy to batheOr paint or write or try to make a change.Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunchAnd I don’t have to love or think too muchInstant battle plans written on the sidewalkMental mystics in a twisted metal carTried to amplify the sound of light and loveChrist is cursed of faders and madersMight even take a knife to split a hairOr even scare the children off my lawnGiving us time to make the makeshift bombsEvery mess invested was a scoreWe couldn’t use computers anymoreIt’s difficult to win unless you’re bored,And you might have to plan for the weekend warsTry to break my heart I’ll drive to Arizona.It might take 100 years to grow an armI’ll sit and listen to the sound of sand and coldTwisted diamond heart, I’m the weekend warriorMy predictions are the only things I haveI can amplify the sound and light and loveI’m a curse and i’m a sound,When I open up my mouth,There’s a reason I don’t win,I don’t know how to begin
No one knows what it’s likeTo be the bad manTo be the sad manBehind blue eyesAnd no one knowsWhat it’s like to be hatedTo be fated to telling only liesBut my dreams they aren’t as emptyAs my conscience seems to beI have hours, only lonelyMy love is vengeanceThat’s never freeNo one knows what its likeTo feel these feelingsLike i do, and i blame you!No one bites back as hardOn their angerNone of my pain and woeCan show throughDiscover l.i.m.p. say it No one knows what its likeTo be mistreated, to be defeatedBehind blue eyesNo one knows how to sayThat they’re sorry and don’t worryI’m not telling liesNo one knows what its likeTo be the bad man, to be the sad manBehind blue eyes.
    CYMBALINE LYRICS - 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 a tube-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end Will the final couplet rhyme And it’s high time Cymbaline It’s high time Cymbaline Please wake me A butterfly with broken wings Is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in And 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 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 around your feet You hear the thunder of the train And suddenly it strikes you That they’re moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size And it’s high time Cymbaline It’s high time Cymbaline Please wake me And it’s high time Cymbaline It’s high time Cymbaline Please wake me
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE LYRICS - THE STROKES Some people think they’re always rightOthers are quiet and uptightOthers they seem so very nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice…Inside they might feel sad and wrong Twenty-nine different attributesOnly seven that you like Twenty ways to see the world Twenty ways to start a fight Oh don’t, don’t, don’t get outSh-sh-sh-sh-I can’t see the sunshineI’ll be waiting for you, babyCause I’m throughSit me downShut me upI’ll calm downAnd I’ll get along with you ooooooo-ooooooo-ooooohOh, men don’t notice what they gotOh, women think of that a lot… A thousand ways to please your man Not even one requires a plan (I know)And countless odd religions, tooIt doesn’t matter which you choose One stubborn way to turn your back This I’ve tried and now refuseOh don’t, don’t, don’t get outSh-sh-sh-sh-I can’t see the sunshineOh, I’ll be waiting for you, babyCause I’m throughSit me downShut me upI’ll calm downAnd I’ll get along with youAlrightShut me upShut me upAnd I’ll get along with you  
Dogs - 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 youget older.And in the end you’ll pack up and 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 you have sown.And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.So have a good drown, as you go down, all 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 off this creeping malaise.If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of thismaze?Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretendingThat everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend.And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winnerAnd everything’s done under the sun,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 pat on the back.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. 
Tema bullying. 
ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL - Pink Floyd!  We don’t need no education We dont need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! teachers! leave them kids alone! All in all it’s just another brick in the wall. All in all you’re just another brick in the wall. We don’t need no education We dont need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! teachers! leave them kids alone! All in all it’s just another brick in the wall. All in all you’re just another brick in the wall. “wrong, do it again!” “if you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding. how can you Have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?” “you! yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!”
On The Turning Away - Pink Floyd On the turning awayFrom the pale and downtroddenAnd the words they sayWhich we won’t understand“Don’t accept that what’s happeningIs just a case of others’ sufferingOr you’ll find that you’re joining inThe turning away”  It’s a sin that somehowLight is changing to shadowAnd casting it’s shroudOver all we have knownUnaware how the ranks have grownDriven on by a heart of stone We could find that we’re all aloneIn the dream of the proud On the wings of the nightAs the daytime is stirringWhere the speechless unite In a silent accordUsing words you will find are strangeAnd mesmerised as they light the flameFeel the new wind of changeOn the wings of the night No more turning awayFrom the weak and the weary No more turning awayFrom the coldness insideJust a world that we all must shareIt’s not enough just to stand and stareIs it only a dream that there’ll beNo more turning away?
Hello, Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone home? Come on Now I hear you’re feeling down I can ease your pain Get you on your feet again Relax I’ll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain you are receding A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move But I can’t hear what you’re saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like Two balloons Now I’ve got that feeling once again I can’t explain You would not understand This is not how I am I… Have become comfortably numb O.K. Just a little pin prick There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it’s working Good That’ll keep you going through the show Come on It’s time to go There is no pain you are receding A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move But I can’t hear what you’re saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone I… Have become comfortably numb 
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