Obscured by clouds:
Music from "La Vallée"
( by Barbet Schroeder )

 

 

Obscured by Clouds (Waters, Gilmour)
(Instrumental)

 


When You're In (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright)
(Instrumental)

 


Burning Bridges (Wright, Waters)

Bridges burning brightly
Merging with the shadows
Flickering between the lines
Stolen moments floating softly on the air
Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher
Ancient bonds are breaking
Leaving all and changing sides
Dreaming of a new day
Cast aside the other way
Magic visions stirring
Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes

The door that stands ajar
The walls that once were high
Beyond the gilded cage
Beyond the reach of time
The moment is at hand
She breaks the golden band

 


The Gold it's in The... (Waters, Gilmour)

Come on my friends let's make for the hills
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find
Because I'm only coming along for the ride

Well you go on your way I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
Everybody's searching for something they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains across the sea
Who knows what may be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don't change

All I have to do is just close my eyes to see
The sea gulls wheeling on those far distant skies
All I wanna tell you all I wanna to say
Is count me in on the journey
Don't expect me to stay

 


Wots...uh the Deal (Waters, Gilmour)

Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash... the readies... wot's...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
Mile after mile stone after stone
You turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candle light
And her by my side
And if she prefers we need never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout "Come on in
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old

 


Mudmen (Wright, Gilmour)
(Instrumental)

 


Childhood's End (Gilmour)

You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears just two eyes

You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist
And all the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your final choice

Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born some men die
Beneath one infinite sky
There'll be war there'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
So all things time will mend
So this song will end

 

 

Free Four (Waters)

One Two Three Four
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in gloom of the sick room
And talk to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm moment
And death is a long cold rest
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye
Eighty years with luck or even less

So all aboard for the American tour
And maybe you'll make it to the top
And mind how you go
And I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off

You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
And everyone is still on the run

And who is the master of foxhounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.

 


Stay (Wright, Waters)

Stay, and help me to end the day
And of you don't mind
We'll break a bottle of wine
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down
Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes
Midnight blue burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold

I rise, looking through my morning eyes
Surprised to find you by my side
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dues newborn day
Midnight blue turned to grey
Midnight blue burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold

 


Absolutely Curtains (Waters, Gilmour, Wright, Waters)
(Instrumental)

 

 

 

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