 |
Pink Floyd lyrics
Album: Relics [1971]
| Arnold Layne | |
|
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines
They suit him fine
On the wall hang 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 dream 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
|
| Julia Dream | |
|
Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eilderdown
Wishing that the weeping-willow
Winds its branches round
Julia dream
Dream that queen
Queen of all my dreams
Every night I turn the light out
Waiting for the velvet bride
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding
Will the misty master break me
Will the key unlock my mind
Will the following footsteps catch me
Am I really dying
|
| Paint Box | |
|
Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Plaing to rules
Trying to impress and feeling rather empty
I had another drink
What a way to spend this 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
|
| Biding My Time | |
|
Wasting my time, resting my mind
And I'll never pine for the sad days
And the bad days
When we were working from nine to five
And if you don't mind
I'll spend my time here by the fireside
In the warm light of the love in her eyes
e
|
|
