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 Atom Heart Mother
 If
 Summer '68
 Fat Old Sun
 Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast


Atom Heart Mother (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright, Geesin) 

 (Instrumental)
 


 If (Waters) 

 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.
 
  


 Summer '68 (Wright) 

 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
 
  


  Fat Old Sun (Gilmour) 

 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)