01 - Point Me At The Sky
(Waters, Gilmour) - 3.40

Hey, Eugene,
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange
How little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know and in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and ....

Pointing to the cosmic glider
"Pull this plastic glider higher
Light the fuse and stand right back"
He cried "This is my last good-bye."

Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in

People pressing on might say
It's something that I hate to say
I'm slipping down to eat the ground
A little refuge on my brain

Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly

And all we've got to say to you is good-bye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye
Nobody cry, it's good-bye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye...

02 - Vegetable Man
(Syd Barrett) - 1967

In Yellow shoes
I get the blues
As I walk the street with my plastic feet
With blue velvet trousers
Make me feel pink
There's a kind of stink about
Blue velvet trousers

In my paisley shirt
I look a jerk
And my turquoise waistcoat
is quite outta sight
But oh-oh my haircut look so rare
Vegetable man, Where Are You ?

So I Change my gear
And I bugger my knees
And I cover them up with the latest cut
My socks are all in a box
It does take long to find darn old socks
And The watch
My watch
Black watch
With a black face
And a date in a little hole

And all the lot is what I've got
It's what I wear
It's what you see
It must be me
It's what I am
Vegetable man

Ah ah ah
I've been looking all over the place
For a place for me
But it ain't anywhere
It just ain't anywhere

Vegetable man, Vegetable man, Vegetable man

He's the kind of fella you just gotta see
if you can
Vegetable man

03 - Scream Thy Lst Scream (Old Woman With A Casket)
(Syd Barrett - 1967)

Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket
Blam blam your pointers point your pointers
Waddle with apples to crunchy Mrs. Stores
She'll be scrubbing bubbles on all fours
Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket

Fling your arms madly old lady with a daughter
Flack chap chau fauses, mouses, houses
Flittin and hittin and fittin quack quack
Watching the telly till all hours big time
Fling your arms madly old lady with a daughter

Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket
Blam blam your pointers point your pointers
What'll be coming to crunch in your sisters
She'll be scrubbing bubbles on all fours
Scream thy last scream old woman with a casket

04 - Candy And A Current Bun
Pink Floyd - 2.48

Oh my, girl sitting in the sun
Go buy, candy and a currant bun
I like, to see you run
Like that......

Oooh, don't talk to me
Please just fuck with me
Please you know I'm feeling frail

It's true, sun shining very bright
It's you, who I'm gonna love tonight
Ice cream, taste good in the afternoon
Ice cream, taste good if you eat it soon

Oooh, don't touch me child
Please you know you drive me wild
Please you know I'm feeling frail

Don't try another cat
Don't go where other you must know why
Very very very frail

Oh my, girl sitting in the sun
Go buy, candy and a currant bun
I like, to see you run
Like that......

05 - Apples And Oranges
(Syd Barrett) - 3.08

Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
She's on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do 'cause I'm feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

I love she
She loves me
See you
See you

Thought you might to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

06 - It Would Be So Nice
(Richard Wright - 1968) - 3.47

It would be so nice
It would be so nice to meet sometime

Ev'rybody wakes and in the morning - hot tea
Can't stop yawning
Pass the butter please
Have you ever read the Daily Standard
Reading all about the plane that landed upside down

But no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say:
It would be so nice

Everybody cares about the weather
Everybody should know better
What a waste of time
Everybody lives beneath the ceiling
Living out a dream that sends them reeling
To a distant place

But no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say:
It would be so nice to meet sometime

07 - When The Tigers Broke Free
(Waters)

It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me.

08 - What Shall We Do Now?
(Roger Waters - 1979

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.

 01 - Me Aponte Para o Céu
(Waters, Gilmore)

Ei, Eugene,
Aqui é Henry McClean
E eu terminei minha linda máquina voadora
E eu estou ligando para dizer
Que eu estou saindo e talvez
Você queira voar comigo
E se esconder comigo, nenê.

Não é estranho?
Como pequenas coisas mudam
Não é triste que estejamos loucos
Jogando os jogos que sabemos e em lágrimas
Os jogos que estivemos jogando por milhares e milhares
e…

Aponte para o planador cósmico
"Eleve este planador de plástico alto
Ascenda o estopim e se afaste"
Ele chorou "Este é o meu último adeus"

Me aponte para o céu e deixe ele voar
Me aponte para o céu e deixe ele voar
Me aponte para o céu e deixe ele voar

E se você sobreviver até dois mil e cinco
Eu espero que você esteja bastante magro
Porque se você estiver gordo você terá que expirar
Enquanto as pessoas ao seu redor inspiram

As pessoas empurrando podem dizer
É algo que eu odeio dizer
Eu estou descendo para comer o chão
Um pequeño refúgio no meu cérebro

Me aponte para o céu e deixe ele voar
Me aponte para o céu e deixe ele voar
Me aponte para o céu e deixe ele voar

E tudo o que temos para dizer para você é adeus
Está na hora de irmos, melhor correr e pegar suas malas, é adeus
Ninguém chore, é um bom adeus
Bate, bate, bate, bate, adeus…