 David Gilmour - 1978
Èçðàáîòåíî îò Äåéâèä Ãèëìîð. Èçëèçà ïðåç 1978 ã.
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Ïåñíè:
1. Mihalis (Ãèëìîð) (èíñòðóìåíòàëíà)
2. There's No Way Out Of Here (Ê. Áåêúð)
3. Cry From The Street (Ãèëìîð, Å. Ñòþúðò)
4. So Far Away (Ãèëìîð)
5. Short And Sweet (Ãèëìîð, Ð. Õàðïúð)
6. Raise My Rent (Ãèëìîð) (èíñòðóìåíòàëíà)
7. No Way (Ãèëìîð)
8. It's Deafinetely (Ãèëìîð) (èíñòðóìåíòàëíà)
9. I Can't Breathe Anymore (Ãèëìîð)
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Mihalis (Ãèëìîð)
(èíñòðóìåíòàëíà)
îáðàòíî ãîðå
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There's No Way Out Of Here (Ê. Áåéêúð)
There’s no way out of here
When you come in
You’re in for good
There was no promise made
The part you played
The chance you took
There are no boundaries set
The time and yet
You waste it still
So it slips through your hands
Like grains of sand
You watch it go
There’s no time to be lost
You’ll pay the cost
So get it right
There’s no way out of here
When you come in
You’re in for good
There never was there an answer
There an answer
Not without listening
Without seeing
There are no answers here
When you look out
You don’t see in
There was no promise made
The part you played
The chance you took
There’s no way out of here
When you come in
You’re in for good
There never was there an answer
There an answer
Not without listening
Without seeing
There’s no way out of here
When you come in
You’re in for good
There was no promise made
The part you played
The chance you took
There’s no way out of here
When you come in
You’re in for good
There’s no way out of here
When you come in
You’re in for good
There are no answers here
When you look out
You don’t see in
There’s no way out of here
When you come in
You’re in for good
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Cry From The Street (Ãèëìîð, Å. Ñòþúðò)
Black shadows dance
Beyond the neon glow
There’s rumors in your head
And just one way to go
Oh so tight
It makes your blood run cold
The way is blind
Try to save your soul
Don’t even pray
Just cry from the street
It’s fine as you leave
The one they keep at home
So you love someone
That you thought you owed
You know it’s a crime
But what can you do?
That’s the price you pay
With each turn of the screw
But don’t pay no mind
Just cry from the street
You really love the night
Even though you’re alone
It’s such a cryin’ shame
That things are so wrong
It’s the sign of the scream
That it blinds your feet
I guess the chance is ours
You wish to stay and sleep
But don’t even pray
Just cry from the street
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So Far Away (Ãèëìîð)
What am I suspended here?
Should I kid myself that I have no fear?
I get no choice, I just have to wait
It may already be too late
I don’t know what’s going on
She is here, but I am gone
I am gone
My love is lying here
She’s far away though she looks so near
“Time will tell” she says to me
When a warm coat is all I need
Her peace of mind, her strentgh of will
It will come she’s sure it will
And how can I put my mind at rest?
I feel I’m coming up second best
And I’m caught with my own life
Is this a dream, or is it real life?
Oooh sleep, come on me soon
I can’t bear this lonely room
Look at that hand lying there
The room is dark she shows no fear
I’m lying still, my eyes are wide
My heart is pumping, I’m still alive
I’m still awake against my will
What will it ever take
To still this burning in me?
And I’m caught with my own life
Is this a dream, or is it real life?
Ooooh, sleep, come on me soon
I can’t bear this lonely room
Sleep, come on me soon
I can’t bear this lonely room
Sleep, don’t take too long
Can’t keep singing this lonely song
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Short And Sweet (Ãèëìîð, Ð. Õàðïúð)
You ask
What is the quality
Of life?
Seeking to justify the part you play
And hide
Fearing it incomplete
To try
To make it any more or less than short and
sweet
But short
Short is from you to me
As close
As we are wont to try to make it be
We’re caught
Watching the dark in the sky
Who knows?
Helpless it’s time and self to hold the time of day
And you
You are a fantasy
A view
From where you’d like to think the world should see
Be true
And you will likely find
A few
Building a vision new and justice to our time
And we
We the immoral men
We dare
Naked and fearless in the elements
And free
Carefree of tempting fate
Aware
And holding off the moral nightmare at the gates
And sweet
Sweet as a mountain stream
We’ll look
Toward a new day breaking in the east
And meet
As every future dream
Unfolds
And surely quality that is the very leastYou ask
What is the quality
Of life?
Seeking to justify the part you play
And hide
Fearing it incomplete
To try
To make it any more or less than short and
sweet
But short
Short is from you to me
As close
As we are wont to try to make it be
We’re caught
Watching the dark in the sky
Who knows?
Helpless it’s time and self to hold the time of day
And you
You are a fantasy
A view
From where you’d like to think the world should see
Be true
And you will likely find
A few
Building a vision new and justice to our time
And we
We the immoral men
We dare
Naked and fearless in the elements
And free
Carefree of tempting fate
Aware
And holding off the moral nightmare at the
gates
And sweet
Sweet as a mountain stream
We’ll look
Toward a new day breaking in the east
And meet
As every future dream
Unfolds
And surely quality that is the very least
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Raise My Rent (Ãèëìîð)
(èíñòðóìåíòàëíà)
îáðàòíî ãîðå
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No Way (Ãèëìîð)
There’s no way
I’m gonna let go
There’s no way
Because it’s my show
I’m hangin’ on
For a little while
I won’t go down easy
That’s not my style
I’m all tied up
Tied up in a knot
And I can’t decide
Just what it is I’ve got
Did I get out of touch
Did I lose my way
I’ve not forgot
No, not a single day
Now you might believe
I’m not a happy man
Putting myself apart
From the common clan
What a boat we’re sailing
We had a week or two
But I know it sounds
Like me and you
So there’s no way
I’m gonna let go
There’s no way
Because it’s my show
I’m hangin’ on
For a little while
I won’t go down easy
That’s not my style
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It's Deafinetely (Ãèëìîð)
(èíñòðóìåíòàëíà)
îáðàòíî ãîðå
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I Can't Breathe Anymore (Ãèëìîð)
I can’t breathe anymore
Why that is I’m not sure
I’ve got my feet on the ground
In fact I’m flat on the floor
My direction is lost
I should pause to take stock
It’s a new one on me
To even dream that you’re free
It’s a tale without an end
But the end is there for all to see
And if the end weren’t so real
Coming around and ‘round again on me
I guess it’s all about my pride
I want to be there if it kills
But with or without God on my side
I know that I really will
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