Dark Side of the Moon


Speak to Me (Mason) [1:10]
Breathe (Waters, Gilmour, Wright) [2:47].
On the Run (Gilmor, Waters) [3:51]
Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) [5:54]
Breathe (Reprise) (Waters, Gilmour, Wright) [1:11].
The Great Gig in the Sky (Wright) [4:47]
Money (Waters) [6:23].
Us and Them (Waters, Wright) [7:48]
Any Colour You Like (Gilmour, Mason, Wright) [3:25]
Brain Damage (Waters) [3:50].
Eclipse (Waters) [2:06]

Disk Facts:

David Gilmour - Guitar, Vocals & VCS3
Roger Waters - Bass Guitar,Vocals, VCS3 & Tape Effects
Nick Mason - Percussion & Tape Effects
Richard Wright - Keyboards Vocals & VCS3
Saxophone on 'Us and Them' and 'Money' by Dick Parry
Vocals on 'The Great Gig in the Sky' by Clare Torry
Backing Vocals by Doris Troy, Leslie Duncan, Liza Strike, Barry St.John
Recorded at Abbey Road Studios, London between 1st June 1972 and 1st January 1973
Produced by Pink Floyd
Engineer - Alan Parsons
Assistant - Peter James
Mixing supervised by Chris Thomas
Remastering supervised by James Guthrie
Digitally Remastered by Doug Sax at the Mastering Lab, L.A.
Sleeve design by Hipgnosis
Sleeve and sticker art by George Hardie N.T.A.
Prism photograph by Tony May and Storm Thorgerson
Live photographs by Hipgnosis
Photograms by Stylorouge and Chris Craske


Speak to me/Breathe
Breathe, breathe in the air
don't be afraid to care
leave but don't leave me
look around, choose your own ground
for long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all your touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be
Run rabbit run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
for long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave


Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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
And 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
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 nought
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

Breathe reprise

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


Money, get away
get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
Money, it's a gas
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
new car, caviar, four star daydream
think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm all right, Jack, keep your hands off my stack
money, it's a hit
don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
and I think I need a Lear jet
Money, it's a crime
share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today
but if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away, away, away

Us and them

Us and them
and after all we're only ordinary men
me and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
and the General sat, and the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and blue
and who knows which is which and who is who
up and down
and in the end it's only round and round and round
haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
listen, son, said the man with the gun
there's room for you inside
Down and out
it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
with, without
and who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about
out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
for want of the price of tea and a slice
the old man died

Brain damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
the lunatics are in the hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if there is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade, you make the change
you rearrange me ' till I'm sane
you lock the door
and throw away the key
there's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
you shout and no one seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon


All that you touch and all that you see
all that you taste, all you feel
and all that you love and all that you hate
all you distrust, all you save
and all that you give and all that you deal
and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
and all you create and all you destroy
and all that you do and all that you say
and all that you eat and everyone you meet
and all that you slight and everyone you fight
and all that is now and all that is gone
and all that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon