Obscured By Clouds

Obscured by Clouds (Instrumental)

When You're In (Instrumental)

Burning Bridges

Bridges burning gladly,

Merging with the shadows,

Flickering between the lines.

Stolen moments floating softly on the air,

Born on wings of fire and climbing higher.

Ancient bonds are breaking,

Moving on and changing sides.

Dreaming of a new day,

Cast aside the other way.

Magic visions stirring,

Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.

The door stands ajar,

The wall that once were high.

Beyond the gilded cage,

Beyond the reach of ties.

The moment is at hand.

She breaks the golden band.

The Gold it's in The...

Come on, my friends,

Let's make for the hills.

They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.

You can get your hands on whatever we find,

Because I'm only coming along for the ride.

Well, you go yuor way,

I'll go mine.

I don't care if we get there on time.

Everybody's searching for something, they say.

I'll get my kicks on the way.

Over mountains, across seas,

Who knows what will be waiting for me?

I could sail forever to strange sounding names.

Faces of people and places don't change.

All I have to do is just close my eyes

To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.

All I want to tell you,

All I want to say is count me in on the journey.

Don't expect me to stay.

Wots...uh the Deal

Heaven said the promised land

Looks allright from where I stand

Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step

Show where the key is kept

Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from the cold

Turn my land into gold

Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul

And I think I'm growing old

Flash the red is wots...uh the deal

Got to make to the next meal

Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile

Stone after stone

Turn to speak but you're alone

Million mile from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold

Turn my land into gold

Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul

And I think I'm growing old

Fly bright by candlelight

Up out of my sight

And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone said the promised land

And I grabbed it with both hands

Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout 'come on in, what's the news and where you been?'

Cause there's no wind left in my soul

And I've grown old

Mudmen (Instrumental)

Childhood's End

You shout in your sleep.

Perhaps the price is just too stepp.

Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?

You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart.

Just one man beneath the sky,

Just two ears, just two eyes.

You set sail across the sea of longpast thoughts and memories.

Childhood's end,

Your fantasies merge with harsh realities.

And then as the sail is hoist,

You find your eyes are growing moist.

All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice.

Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why?

Some are born;

Some men die beneath one infinite sky.

There'll be war, there'll be peace.

But everything one day will cease.

All the iron turned to rust;

All the proud men turned to dust.

And so all things, time will mend.

So this song will end.

Free Four

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime.

You suffle in gloom in the sickroom

And talk to yourself till 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.

I can tell you, because 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 died 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 suffle in gloom in the sickroom

And talk to yourself till you die.

Stay

Stay and help me to end the day.

And of you don't mind,

We'll break a bottle of wine.

Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,

Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.

Midnight blue burning gold.

A yellow moon is growing cold.

I rise, looking through my morning eyes,

Surprised to find you by my side.

Rack my brain to try to remember your name

To find the words to tell you goodbye.

Morning dues.

Newborn day.

Midnight blue turn to gray.

Midnight blue burning gold.

A yellow moon is growing cold.

Absolutely Curtains (Instrumental)