Song | Crumbling Land |
Artist | Pink Floyd |
Album | Brother Mary (Zabriskie Point) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Music:Waters/Gilmour/Mason/Wright Vocal:Gilmour | |
In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine | |
In a smile I saw a single needle in the sky | |
Wheeling, soaring, gliding by | |
On a hill a little man with many shining things | |
Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings | |
Wining, dining, shining king | |
And the eagle flies in clear blue skys | |
Breathing in the clear blue air | |
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies | |
And fifty more come rolling off | |
The Ford production line | |
Then a man appearing like up in our on the sand | |
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land | |
Screaming, scheming, movie man | |
Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows | |
Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise | |
Climbing, higher, to the sky | |
Climbing all the birds a lake the dove the lies | |
On the finger of the king | |
On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun | |
And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun |
Music: Waters Gilmour Mason Wright Vocal: Gilmour | |
In a while I' ll find the time to make the sunshine mine | |
In a smile I saw a single needle in the sky | |
Wheeling, soaring, gliding by | |
On a hill a little man with many shining things | |
Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings | |
Wining, dining, shining king | |
And the eagle flies in clear blue skys | |
Breathing in the clear blue air | |
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies | |
And fifty more come rolling off | |
The Ford production line | |
Then a man appearing like up in our on the sand | |
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land | |
Screaming, scheming, movie man | |
Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows | |
Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise | |
Climbing, higher, to the sky | |
Climbing all the birds a lake the dove the lies | |
On the finger of the king | |
On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun | |
And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun |
Music: Waters Gilmour Mason Wright Vocal: Gilmour | |
In a while I' ll find the time to make the sunshine mine | |
In a smile I saw a single needle in the sky | |
Wheeling, soaring, gliding by | |
On a hill a little man with many shining things | |
Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings | |
Wining, dining, shining king | |
And the eagle flies in clear blue skys | |
Breathing in the clear blue air | |
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies | |
And fifty more come rolling off | |
The Ford production line | |
Then a man appearing like up in our on the sand | |
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land | |
Screaming, scheming, movie man | |
Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows | |
Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise | |
Climbing, higher, to the sky | |
Climbing all the birds a lake the dove the lies | |
On the finger of the king | |
On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun | |
And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun |