Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd termina esta canción con "You'll never walk alone", el himno de los hinchas del Liverpool. Sin Palabras...
(para Javier "aguadico")

FEARLESS (Meddle, 1971)

You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing
You say you'd like to see me try, climbing
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down hearing the sound
of the things you've said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns around, frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
No doubt in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd


AUDAZ

Dices que la colina es muy empinada para escalar, escálala
Dices que te gustaría verme intentándolo, escalando
Tu eliges el lugar y yo elegiré la hora
Y escalaré esa colina a mi manera
Sólo espera un momento por el día correcto
Y como me levante sobre las líneas de los árboles y las nubes
Miro abajo, escuchando el sonido
de las cosas que dijiste hoy

Osadamente el idiota enfrentó al gentío sonriendo
Sin piedad el magistrado se volvió frunciendo el ceño
¿Y quién es el tonto que usa la corona?
Y baja, En tu propia manera
Y cada día es el día correcto
Y como te levantas sobre las líneas del miedo en su ceja
Miras abajo, escuchando el sonido de las caras en el gentío


FREE FOUR (Obscured by Clouds, 1972)
No se quien es Alexis Bledel, pero ha elegido muy bien la música para su pase...


The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.

Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you'll make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.

You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.

And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.

ASTRONOMY DOMINE (The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, 1967; con Syd Barrett)



Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.
Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.

Blinding signs flap,
Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
Stairway scare Dan dare who's there?
Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters under
Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
The icy waters underground.