MORE

Music from the film "More"

by Barbet Schroder

Released 1969

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 laughing 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

When I saw the lady smile.

I would take her out for a while,

For a while.

Oh, my 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 islands in the sun.

I will follow 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

Laughter echoes in your eyes

We climb and climb

Footfalls softly in the pines

We cry and cry

Sadness passes in a while

We roll and roll

Help me roll away the stone

Up the Khyber

(Mason, 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 made her cry ev'ry time

Green is the colour of her kind

Quickness of the eye deceives the mind

Envy is the bond between the hopeful 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 nearby

Apprehension creeping

Like a tube-train up your spine

Will the tightrope reach the end

Will the final couplet rhyme

And it's high time

Cymbaline

It's high time

Cymbaline

Please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings

Is falling by your side

The ravens all are closing in

And there's nowhere you can hide

Your manager and agent

Are both busy on the phone

Selling coloured 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

And 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

(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

(Instrumental)

Main Theme

(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

(Instrumental)

Ibiza Bar

(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made

Taking every time that I wake

I feel like a hard-boiled and cut-up 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

(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

(Instrumental)

Quicksilver

(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

(Instrumental)

A Spanish Piece

(Gilmour)

Pass the tequila, Manuel

(glug, snort)

Listen, gringo, laugh at my lisp and I 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

Dramatic Theme

(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

(Instrumental)

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