Pink Floyd - The Great Gig In The Sky

"And I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do,
I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."

"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

[Libertatea este singura virtute demna de admirat si de luat in seama. Pentru ca a fi liber nu e un drept, ci o stare auto-indusa. Libertatea inseamna o eclipsa totala a fiintei - gandurile se aliniaza si poti sa vezi pana in strafundul Abisului.]

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(unfinished lyrics for an unfinished song:)

All these corporations want to steal your bag
You just keep your both hands on the things you have

I live in a shell,
A living shell
I live in a shell,
A leaving shell

It's not a joke, anymore,
I haven't said many things before

Right To Quit

It takes control
Of your mind and soul
It takes a lifetime
To break an image

It takes your mind
To another kind
Of useful
Desperation

*

I know how this will end
Everyday
I get another message to send
To no one

*

Release the pressure
And stop believing
It's time to measure
It's time for leaving

Believe in pleasure
And stop receiving
Go on with casual
Sincere deceiving

Some new demo songs and lyrics

I Can't Hide (acustic)
Fuck Part I (instrumental)
Fuck Part II (instrumental)
Two Hours In The Retort (home demo)
Mourning (acustic improved)

Lyrics:

I CAN'T HIDE

I can't hide no,
There's no need 'cause
What I know is what I've heard

No more hiding
There's no reason
What I like is what I know

And the Sun begins to fade
And the lines begin to blur
They left you all alone
It will never be the same

And you're waiting for the end
As the lines begin to blur
All the messages were sent
To the place you were before

some other lyrics

...Si Voi

Pentru generatia cu sticle de Coca-Cola in loc de creiere

Plangeti cu coji de portocale

Vedem triunghiuri dreptunghice in capetele voastre patrate,

Inchisi in telefoane.

Din partea celor ce se hranesc cu hartie si plumb

Respira comparatii sub soarele albastru

Cu vise de plastilina.

Sa va vedem spanzurati in gari triste

Sufocati sub aerul de nisip,

Sa va consumati vibrand sec in biserici mute

Sub privirile Dumnezeului vostru orb,

In cantece surde, striviti de muste

Carii putrede sub ploaia de dinti

Sa va topiti ca o ciocolata

Castelul vostru din carti de joc se va prabusi.

Noi, cei ce cautam marginea lumii fara margini,

Inchisi in infinit.

...Si voi!

Maine

Azi!

Oamenii se vor uita in oglinda si vor rade.

Azi!

Oglinzile se vor uita la oameni si vor plange.

Azi!

Maimutele ne cheama inapoi, acasa, ieri.

Azi!

Ma trezesc si mor la loc.

Azi!

Sub cerul ermetic si incruntat

Intind mana si ...tac.

my lyrics

Wood

I don’t mind I am going nowhere

As long as I will never get there

Then what makes me be so fucking rude

To all my little friends of wood?

I got this friend

I got this friend of wood

They try to paint it all in red

It turns to black and white instead

I got this friend

I got this friend of wood

My friends of wood

The chance I stood

It’s gone for good

It’s all just wood

It’s all just wood.

Counterclockwise Pendulum

Don’t know

Down now

Downtown

There’s nothing to die for

There’s no one to die

Two Hours In The Retort

Nothing has changed

After two hours spent in the retort

There’s such a wide range

Of things that you could have aborted

Two million dogs, five million dogs, who cares?

I lie in my hell, it’s two metres square

It feels like they’re all burning to ashes out there

How many degrees before I’m starting to care?

There’s no other way out

Than floating through the horn

I’m healing, I’m heating

Am I being born or burned?

Two million dogs, five million dogs, who cares?

I lie in my hell, it’s two metres square

It feels like they’re all burning to ashes out there

How many degrees before I’m starting to care?

Is it getting better?

Am I getting cold?

Mourning

Hello, hello,

This is the end of all my suffering

This is the end of everything I should be

This is the end of mourning, end of pain

This is the end of everything

This is the end of all my suffering

This is the end of everything I should be

This is the end of mourning, end of pain

There is an end to everything

Don’t know, don’t know

I’ve searched it everywhere but the Sun won’t lit up

I’ve searched it everywhere but the sky was made up

I’ve searched it everywhere but the Sun was made up

The sky would lit up

Don’t want to search for skies above us

Don’t want to search for skies below

Don’t want to search for skies inside me

Anything could bring me more

Oh no, oh no

There’s no surprise left inside of me

There’s no surprise left outside of me

Roll On Morning After

Fight the hole with nothing

Never breeds you nothing

Gazing through the peephole

Ever getting too small

Someone keeps on dying

I am still enlightened

With his face all over

Roll on, morning after

Roll on, morning after

Over

Hey you! You’re drinkin’ of my bottle now

You’re sinkin’ in my bottle now

I gotta feel some pain somehow

When you’re drinking of my bottle…

I don’t give a fuck if I am wrong

I don’t give a fuck about this song

I don’t give a fuck about you either.

So what the fuck if I’m terribilistic?

So what the fuck if I’m so pessimistic?

Please may I drown in my own shit?

Shit?

Hey you! You’re takin’ all my self-esteem

You’re fuckin’ with yourself again

I’m drowning in my selfishness

I’m faking all my self-destruct

‘Cause you’re drinkin’ of my bottle

‘Cause you’re sinkin’ in my bottle

I kinda begin to like it!

I gotta wash the future somehow

I gotta stop the future somehow

The future’s gonna wash me now…

…Go home! It’s fuckin’ over!