Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

  

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

  

  

via Brad Smith...


  

Smack down but then you get up
turn back around but i put you on the ground again and again

silenced but then you speak up
only with a fist in your mouth, you never really heard it again

tied up like a pinata
if you only saw her
you'd never take a hit for the team oh oh
waiting for the Messiah,
you were a liar,
taking on a six ton body slam

there was a time,
when you were right,
and i was on the wrong side of the train,
and you were here, and i was blue
in Mississippi with a small town attitude.
i was the one, who waited in the wrong line,
for a long time, and for you
i'd do it all again

an innocent man walks in
sat down,
it was a fat crowd,
a giggle and hat crowd again,
feet up laid back,
he missed the attack,
it was a quick smack,
got him in the head again

she said she was a model,
should have been a bottle:
can never tell they're dirty
or they're clean
i dug a whole to China,
all for a vagina,
west on territory avenue

  

  

  

Link & blockquote via David Gilmour's 'My moon-landing jam session' Guardian article...

See also Moon 8: Dark Side of the Moon Arranged for NES.

We [Pink Floyd] were in a BBC TV studio jamming to the landing. It was a live broadcast, and there was a panel of scientists on one side of the studio, with us on the other. I was 23.

The programming was a little looser in those days, and if a producer of a late-night programme felt like it, they would do something a bit off the wall. Funnily enough I've never really heard it since, but it is on YouTube. They were broadcasting the moon landing and they thought that to provide a bit of a break they would show us jamming. It was only about five minutes long. The song was called Moonhead - it's a nice, atmospheric, spacey, 12-bar blues.

I also remember at the time being in my flat in London, gazing up at the moon, and thinking, "There are actually people standing up there right now." It brought it home to me powerfully, that you could be looking up at the moon and there would be people standing on it.

  

Just 'cause it's cracked,
doesn't mean that it's broke
Just 'cause it's a butt
doesn't mean it's a joke

With a heart like an apple
butt hard like a stone
stuck in the mud
'cause it stuck to the bone

... and this is how it starts
and this is what it seems
and this is who we are
and this is what will be

The future is all planned
and now comes to pass
artificial men
artificial...

End of the line
look at the time
time ticking
and you tell me
that you think it's clean

Where there's a way
there's is a lie
everybody
we trusted
not to be
so mean

What we discussed
was so disgusting
filling it up
and busting
at the seams

Putting the peas
out with the pies
everybody combusting
but the buttmachine

Cracked like a bell
but don't mean that it rings
and just 'cause it's shiny
don't mean that it's clean

The movement is over
the flush has begun
and just 'cause it's ugly
don't mean it's no fun

... and just because we can
it don't mean
that we should
and just 'cause it's modern
don't mean
it smells good

Function over form
fiction over pain
and just because
it's chrome
don't mean
it won't stain

Single the word
double the talk talk
triple the babble
to tell me
what they say

Jingle the bell
held up in the heck well
only the funny one
kind'a knows
the way

Putting the peas
out with the pies
everbody's combusting
butt the butt
it seems

End of the days
and so abrupt
everybody's corrupted
but the buttmachine

buttmachine... buttmachine (X4)

Buttmachine
.. just like I told ya
sold your soul
... they said it for ya
hold your own
... don't let them scold ya
hold your nose
... they'll blow it for ya

Half of the work
all of the class
can you show us
the reason
that it works
so well

Give it a jerk
spilling the gas
and I betcha
it's silent
but it just might smell

Half of the will
some of the time
all of the reasons
we left it
in the kitchen sink

Shining it up
another butt
more than half
of the battle
is that it
just might stink

Quick and the fast
gelatinous mass
so soft was the goo
and so we
poked right through it.

Tree in the woods
making a sound
no one around
and so we
just say screw it

End of the line
look at the time
time ticking
and you tell me
that you think
it's clean

Follow your nose
and get the joke
now that nobody's laughing
but the buttmachine

  

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