More
Music from the film "More" by
Barbet Schroder Produced by Pink Floyd Released
1969
Cirrus Minor (Waters) In
a churchyard by a river, Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the graze. Yellow bird, you
are alone In singing and in flying on, In
laughing and in leaving. Willow weeping in the water, Waving
to the river daughters, Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor, Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later.
The Nile Song (Waters)
I was standing by the Nile When I saw the lady smile.
I would take her out for a while, For a while.
Oh, my tears wept like a child. How her golden hair was
blowing wild. Then she spread her wings to fly, For
to fly. Soaring high above the breezes, Going
always where she pleases. She will make it to the islands in
the sun. I will follow in her shadow As I
watch her from my window. One day I will catch her eye.
She is calling from the deep, Summoning my soul to
endless sleep. She is bound to drag me down, Drag
me down.
Crying Song (Waters)
We smile and smile We smile and smile Laughter
echoes in your eyes We climb and climb We
climb and climb Footfalls softly in the pines We
cry and cry We cry and cry Sadness passes in a
while We roll and roll We roll and roll
Help me roll away the stone
Up the Khyber (Mason, Wright)
(Instrumental) Green is the
Colour (Waters) 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 made
her cry ev'ry time Green is the colour of her kind Quickness
of the eye deceives the mind Envy is the bond between the
hopeful and the damned
Cymbaline (Waters)
The path you tread is narrow And the drop is shear and
very high The ravens all are watching From a
vantage point nearby Apprehension creeping Like
a tube-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme And it's high time
Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me A butterfly with broken wings Is
falling by your side The ravens all are closing in And
there's nowhere you can hide Your manager and agent Are
both busy on the phone Selling coloured photographs To
magazines back home And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline Please wake
me The lines converging where you stand They
must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around
your feet You hear the thunder of the train And
suddenly it strikes you That they're moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size And it's high
time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline Please wake
me
Party Sequence (Waters, Wright, Gilmour,
Mason) (Instrumental)
Main Theme (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
(Instrumental) Ibiza Bar
(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason) I'm so
afraid of the mistakes that I made Taking every time that I
wake I feel like a hard-boiled and cut-up man So
give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if
kind Are days are made since the first page I've
lived every line that you wrote Take me down, take me down,
from the shelf above your head So give me a time when
the countries will lie on the storyline if kind And
if I live on the shelf like the rest And if love bleeds like a
sad song Please pick-up your camera and use me again So
give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if
kind Yea
More Blues (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
(Instrumental) Quicksilver
(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason) (Instrumental)
A Spanish Piece (Gilmour)
Pass the tequila, Manuel (glug, snort) Listen,
gringo, laugh at my lisp and I kill you I think This
Spanish music It sets my soul on fire Lovely
seniorita Your eyes are like stars Your teeth
are like pearls Your ruby lips
Dramatic
Theme (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason) (Instrumental)