
Atom Heart Mother
If
Summer '68
Fat Old Sun
Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast
Atom Heart Mother (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright, Geesin)
(Instrumental)
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put
Your wires in my brain.
If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a book, I would bend for you.
If I were a good man, I'd understand
The spaces between friends.
If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and
dry.
And if I go insane,
And they lock me away,
Will you still let me join in the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
Would you like to say something before you
leave
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how
you feel
We said goodbye before we said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care
at all
We met just six hours ago, the music was
too loud
From your bed I gained a day and lost a
bloody year
And I would like to know
How do you feel, how do you feel, how do
you feel?
Not a single word was said, delights still
without fears
Occasinally you showed a smile but what
was the need
I felt the cold far too soon - the wind
of '95
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish
that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town and another
girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet
another man
Just you let me know
How do you feel, how do you feel, how do
you feel?
Goodbye to you
Charlotte Kringles too
I've had enough for one day
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's thunder time of year
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells, new mown grass
Smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
And if you sit don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
And if you sit don't make a sound
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast (Waters, Mason, Gilmour, Wright)
(Instrumental)