
Love in this world is so hard to find
When you've got yours and I got mine.
That's why it looks like everybody in this whole round world
They're down on me.
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
Can you still recall
Time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked and you
you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says "It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
But something is happening here
and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Way, way down inside, honey, you need it.
I'm gonna give you my love.
Las escaleras bajo sin mirar
mi mente entonces quiere quedarse las desgracias
Uh, yeah! Uh, yeah!
Qué hicisiste entonces cuando todo estaba
esta ciudad sólo muestra el sol en las ventanas
Uh, yeah! Uh, yeah!
La memoria me resulta complicada
no me acuerdo ni de las cosas que lei
por favor tu mano al lado
Toda la música que cuelga, suena por ti
Después de todo tu eres la única muralla
si no te saltas nunca darás un solo paso
Uh, yeah! Uh...!
Después de todo tu eres la única muralla
si no te saltas nunca darás un solo paso
Uh, yeah!
La memoria me resulta complicada
no me acuerdo ni de las cosas que lei, yeah
por favor tu mano al lado
toda la música que cuelga, suena por ti.
Te parece.
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 my 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 re-arrange me 'til 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.
"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"
Despair to the point till they provoke
The punchline before they have told the joke
The sheer desperation to be seen
Staring at the television screen
Despair to the point where they provoke
You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke
Sorry sunshine it doesn´t exist
It wasn´t in the top 100 list
And it´s the thousandth time and it´s even bolder,
Don´t be surprised when you get bent over,
He told ya, that you were gagging for it
She saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn´t what it seemed
The kids all dream of making it, whatever that means
Another variation on a theme
A tangle on the television and the magazine
D´you reckon that they do it for a joke?
D´you reckon that they make ´em take an oath? That says "we are defenders
Of any poseur or professional pretender around
"When did your list replace the twist and turn?
Ah the fist, replaced the kissed-on concern
And if you´re bothered, I don´t want your prayers
Save it for the morning after
And it´s the thousandth time and it´s even bolder,
Don´t be surprised when you get bent over,
He told ya, that you were gagging for it
Lets have a game on the Teddy Picker
Not quick enough can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you´re getting thicker
Lets have a game on the Teddy Picker
Not quick enough can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you´re getting thicker
Asuming that all things are equal,
Who´d want to be men of the people
When there´s people like you?
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cold breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year, running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.
I've got a feeling twenty one
Is going to be a good year.
Especially if you and me
See it in together