One..

Of These Days

Pink Floyd

Morbidoso....

A Pillow of Winds

Pink Floyd

The cloud of eiderdown draws around me
softening the sound
sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
and she's breathing low, and the candle dies

When night comes down you lock the door
the book falls to the floor
as darkness falls and waves roll by
the seasons changed, the wind is warm

Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
behold the dream, the dream is gone
green fields, a cold rain
is falling in a golden dawn

and deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
and I go down
sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
and she's breathing low and I rise like a bird
in the haze when the first rays touch the sky
and the night winds die

Dispersa....

nel...

Pink Blues

Pink Floyd

Proverbio

 con diverbio!

"quando la lite dura cosi a lungo, vuol dire che il torto non è mai da una parte sola......."

It would be so nice

Pink Floyd

It would be so nice to meet sometime

Ev'rybody wakes and in the morning - hot tea
Can't stop yawning
Pass the butter please
Have you ever read the Daily Standard
Reading all about the plane that landed upside down

But no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say:
It would be so nice

Everybody cares about the weather
Everybody should know better
What a waste of time
Everybody lives beneath the ceiling
Living out a dream that sends them reeling
To a distant place

But no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say:
It would be so nice to meet sometime

And then one day......

 you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run,

you missed the starting gun......

Time

Pink Floyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Take all the red paint.....

take all the white

Make up a newborn colour

Cover your neighbor 

we'll be all right

There will be no game today, 

she cried across the board

Everyday will be a holiday....

 Country Song 

 Pink Floyd

He made his way to the border

In the shadow under the trees

Down by a stream in a hollow

Turn your head feel the breeze

And the red Queen was waiting for the news

For the white King to move

And the balance hung upon the head of one who tried

To stay within the shadows

And keep his undercover secret tight

They let him in by a back way

Into a chamber reserved for the Queen

She took the note that he gave her

Opened it slowly and started to read

Run to the treasury and bring me back some gold

Give it to the pawn who came, she cried

He says the white King thinks the game of chess is wrong

And all the courtiers crowded round

and this is what she told the gathered throng

Go to the store by the dungeon

Take all the red paint take all the white

Make up a newborn colour

Cover your neighbor we'll be all right

There will be no game today, she cried across the board

Everyday will be a holiday

And all the pieces cheered as tidings spread abroad

And the Pink Queen sat

and smiled at the cat who smiled back

Nobody Home

Pink Floyd 

I've got a little black book with my poems in

I've got a bag with a toothbrush and comb in

When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in

I got elastic bans keeping my shoes on

Got those swollen hand blues

Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from

I've got electric light

And I've got second sight

I've got amazing powers of observation

And that is how I know

When I try to get through

On the telephone to you

there'll be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm

And the inevitable pinhole burns

All down the front of my favourite satin shirt

I've got nicotine stains on my fingers

I've got a silver spoon on a chain

I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

I've got wild staring eyes

And I've got a string urge to fly

But I got nowhere to fly to

Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone

There's still nobody home

I've got a pair of Gohills boots

But I got fading roots

Breaking a stick with...

a brick on the sand

Riding a wave in the wake of an old Sedan

Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness

Scratched by the sand that fell from our love...

San Tropez

Pink Floyd

As I reach for a peach

Slide a rind down behind

the sofa in San Tropez

Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand

Riding a wave in the wake of an old Sedan

Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness

Scratched by the sand that fell from our love

Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling

If you're alone I'll come home

Backwards and home bound

The pidgeon the dove

Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane

Owning a home with no silver spoon

I'm drinking champaigne like a big tycoon

Sooner than wait for a break in the weather

I'll gather my far flung thoughts together

Speeding away on a wind to a new day

If you're alone I'll come home

And I pause for a while

By a country style

And listen to things they say

Digging for gold in the hoe in my hand

Hoping they'll take a look at the way things stand

And you're leading me down to the place by the sea

I hear your soft voice calling to me

Making a date for later by phone

if you're alone I'll come home

I have become......

Comfortably Numb

Pink Floyd

Hello,

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone at home?

Come on now

I hear you're feeling down

I can ease your pain

And get you on your feet again

Relax

I'll need some information first

Just the basic facts

Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding

A distant ship's smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain, you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb

O.K.

Just a little pin prick

There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!

But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up?

I do believe it's working, good

That'll keep you going through the show

Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship's smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown

The dream is gone

And.. I have become

Comfortably numb.

Traduzione

Piacevolmente Insensibile

Hey,

cè nessuno là dentro?

Solo un cenno se mi senti.

Cè nessuno in casa?

Su, avanti

lo so che ti senti giù,

io posso alleviare la tua sofferenza

e rimetterti in piedi.

Rilassati,

ho bisogno di alcune informazioni, prima di tutto,

solo alcune cose elementari,

puoi mostrarmi dove ti fa male?

Non cè più dolore, ti stai rimettendo.

Il fumo di una nave lontana si staglia all'orizzonte

tu stai solamente nuotando in mezzo alle onde,

le tue labbra si muovono ma non riesco a sentire ciò che dici.

Quando ero bambino ho avuto la febbre,

le mie mani erano come due palloni.

Adesso provo la stessa sensazione una volta ancora,

non riesco a spiegare, non capiresti che

questo non è quello che sono,

sono diventato piacevolmente insensibile.

Sono diventato piacevolmente insensibile.

O.K.

solo un punturina,

niente di più,

ma potresti sentirti un pò male.

Riesci ad alzarti?

Penso che stia funzionando, ottimo.

Questo riuscirà a farti proseguire lo spettacolo.

Avanti, è ora di andare.

Non cè più dolore, ti stai rimettendo.

Il fumo di una nave lontana si staglia allorizzonte

tu stai solamente nuotando in mezzo alle onde,

le tue labbra si muovono ma non riesco a sentire ciò che dici.

Quando ero bambino

ho avuto una visione sfuggente

oltre l'angolo della vista,

mi sono voltato per osservarla ma non cera più,

adesso non riesco ad indicarla con il dito,

il bambino è cresciuto,

il sogno è svanito

e sono diventato

piacevolmente insensibile

Ibiza

bar

PINK FLOYD

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

Traduzione (dal web)


Sono così rammaricato per gli errori che ho commesso
Prendendomela ogni volta che mi sveglio
Mi sento uno uomo sodo e tagliato fuori
Così datemi un momento in cui i personaggi vanno in rima e la storia è carina

I giorni sono fatti dalla prima pagina.
Ho vissuto ogni linea che avete scritto.
Prendetemi.
Prendetemi
fin dal ripiano sopra la vostra testa
Così datemi un momento in cui i personaggi vanno in rima e la storia è carina

E se vivo sul ripiano come il resto
E se l'amore sanguina come una canzone triste
Per favore prendi la macchina fotografica e utilizzami di nuovo.
Così datemi un momento in cui i personaggi vanno in rima e la storia è carina
Yea

Pink Floyd - Country Song

Pink Floyd - Country Song




He made his way to the border
In the shadow under the trees
Down by a stream in a hollow
Turn your head feel the breeze

And the red Queen was waiting for the news
For the white King to move
And the balance hung upon the head of one who tried
To stay within the shadows
And keep his undercover secret tight

They let him in by a back way
Into a chamber reserved for the Queen
She took the note that he gave her
Opened it slowly and started to read

Run to the treasury and bring me back some gold
Give it to the pawn who came, she cried
He says the white King thinks the game of chess is wrong
And all the courtiers crowded round
and this is what she told the gathered throng

Go to the store by the dungeon
Take all the red paint take all the white
Make up a newborn colour
Cover your neighbor we'll be all right

There will be no game today, she cried across the board
Everyday will be a holiday
And all the pieces cheered as tidings spread abroad
And the Pink Queen sat
and smiled at the cat who smiled back

Pink Floyd Wish you were here - Vorrei che tu fossi qui

Wish you were here

So,
So you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil,
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

Vorrei che tu fossi qui

Vorrei che tu fossi qui
Così,
Così pensi di poter distinguere
Il Paradiso dall'Inferno
Cieli azzurri dal dolore
Puoi distinguere un prato verde da una fredda rotaia d'acciaio?
Un sorriso da una menzogna
Pensi di saperlo distinguere?

E ti hanno fatto scambiare
I tuoi eroi con fantasmi?
Ceneri bollenti con alberi?
Aria calda al posto di una fresca brezza?
Freddo comfort invece del cambiamento?
Ed hai scambiato
Una comparsata in una guerra
Con un ruolo da protagonista in una gabbia?

Come vorrei, come vorrei che tu fossi qui
Eravamo solo due anime perdute che nuotavano in una boccia per pesci
Anno dopo anno
Correndo sullo stesso vecchio terreno.
Cosa abbiamo trovato?
Le stesse vecchie paure
Vorrei che tu fossi qui.

Pink Floyd - Lost for words

Stupenda canzone dei Pink Floyd che mette in risalto il problema dell'incomunicabilità tra le persone in questa società moderna. Incomprensibili dinamiche di gruppo che a volte si instaurano tra le persone.

"........................Mentre sprechi il tuo tempo con i tuoi nemici
Ingolfato in un febbrile rancore "..."Quando il Giusto se n’esce dalla porta, non vedi i tuoi giorni rovinati dall’oscurità? "...""Bloccato in un mondo di solitudine
Mentre l’edera cresce sulla soglia Così apro la porta ai miei nemici ........E gli chiedo “potremmo cancellare la lavagna?” Ma mi dicono per favore di andare a farmi fottere "


Perso tra le parole (dal web)

Stavo trascorrendo il mio tempo in depressione
Ero catturato in un calderone d’odio
Mi sentivo perseguitato e paralizzato
Pensavo che tutto il resto potesse aspettare
Mentre sprechi il tuo tempo con i tuoi nemici
Ingolfato in un febbrile rancore
Oltre la tua visione angusta la realtà svanisce
Come ombre nella notte
Martoriarti nella cautela
Non ti aiuterà per niente
Perché non ci sarà salvezza nei numeri
Quando il Giusto se n’esce dalla porta
Non vedi i tuoi giorni rovinati dall’oscurità?
É vero che batti i pugni per terra?
Bloccato in un mondo di solitudine
Mentre l’edera cresce sulla soglia
Così apro la porta ai miei nemici
E gli chiedo “potremmo cancellare la lavagna?”
Ma mi dicono per favore di andare a farmi fottere
Sai che non puoi proprio vincere.



I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralysed
I thought that everything else would just wait


While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night


To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
because ther'll be no safety in numbers
When the right one walks out of the door


Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door


So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win


Irene