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Cirrus Minor (Waters) 
                               In a churchyard by a river,
                               Lazing in the haze of midday,
                               Laughing in the grasses and the graze.
                               Yellow bird, you are alone in singing and in flying on,
                               In and in leaving. Willow weeping in the water,
                               Waving to the river daughters,
                               Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
                               On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sun
                               A thousand miles of moonlight later. 





                               The Nile Song (Waters) 
                               I was standing by the Nile
                               Whe I saw the lady smile.
                               I would take her out for a while,
                               For a while. Light tears wept like a child.
                               How her golden hair was blowing wild.
                               Then she spread her wings to fly,
                               For to fly. Soaring high above the breezes,
                               Going always where she pleases.
                               She will make it to the island in the sun.
                               I will follw in her shadow
                               As I watch her from my window.
                               One day I will catch her eye. She is calling from the deep,
                               Summoning my soul to endless sleep.
                               She is bound to drag me down,
                               Drag me down. 





                               Crying Song (Waters) 
                               We smile and smile
                               We smile and smile
                               Laughter echoes in your eyes
                               We climb and climb
                               We climb and climb
                               Footfall softly in the pines
                               We cry and cry
                               We cry and cry
                               Sadness passes in a while
                               We role and role
                               We role and role
                               Help me role away the stone 





                               Up the Khyber (Waters, Wright) 
                               (Instrumental) 





                               Green is the Colour (Waters) 
                               Heavy hung the canopy of blue
                               Shade my eyes and I can see you
                               White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore
                               She lay in the shadow of the wave
                               Hazy were the visions of her playing
                               Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytime
                               Green is the colour of her kind
                               Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
                               Many is the bond between the hopefull and the damned 





                               Cymbaline (Waters) 
                               The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high
                               The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
                               Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine
                               Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final cuplet rhyme
                               And it's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               It's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               Please wake me Butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
                               The ravens all are closing in there's no where you can hide
                               Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
                               Selling colored photographs to magazines back home
                               And it's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               It's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               Please wake me The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane
                               The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train
                               Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
                               Doctor Strange is always changing size
                               And it's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               It's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               Please wake me And it's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               It's high time
                               Cymbaline
                               Please wake me 





                               Party Sequence (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental) 





                               Main Theme (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental) 





                               Ibiza Bar (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) 
                               I'm so afraid of mistakes that I made
                               Taking every time that I wake
                               I feel like a hard-boiled butter man
                               So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind Are days are made since the
                               first page
                               I've lived every line that you wrote
                               Take me down, take me down, from the shelf above your head
                               So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind And if I live on the shelf like the
                               rest
                               And if love bleeds like a sad song
                               Please pick-up your camera and use me again
                               So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
                               Yea 





                               More Blues (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental) 





                               Quicksilver (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental) 





                               A Spanish Piece (Gilmour) 
                               Bath of tequila, Manuel
                               Leaf and cringle
                               Laugh at my lisp and kill you
                               I think
                               This Spanish music
                               It sets my soul on fire
                               Lovely seniorita
                               Your eyes are like stars
                               Your teeth are like pearls
                               Your ruby lips seniorita 





                               Dramatic Theme (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental)