PINK FLOYD / MEDDLE
 
MEDDLE
 
 
 
1  ONE OF THESE DAYS 
2  A PILLOW OF WINDS 
3  FEARLESS 
4  SAN TROPEZ 
5  SEAMUS 
6  ECHOES
(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason) 
(Waters, Gilmour) 
(Waters, Gilmour) 
(Waters) 
(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason) 
(Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)
[05:57] Vocals by Nick Mason 
[05:07] Vocals by Dave Gilmour 
[06:05] Vocals by Dave Gilmour 
[03:40] Vocals by Roger Waters 
[02:13] Vocals by Dave Gilmour 
[23:31] Vocals by Gilmour & Wright
 
The title "Meddle" was meant to be a pun - "a play between 'medal' and 'interfere'".
 
 
ONE OF THESE DAYS 
  
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces
A PILLOW OF WINDS 
  
A cloud of eiderdown draws around me  
Softening the sound 
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side 
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies 
  
When night comes down you lock the door 
The book falls to the floor 
As darkdess falls and waves roll by 
The seasons change the wind is warm 
  
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan 
Behold a dream, the dream is gone 
Green fields, a cold rain 
Is falling on a golden dawn 
  
And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds 
And I go down 
Sleeping time when I lie with my love by my side 
And she's breathing low 
And I rise like a bird 
In the haze when the first rays touch the sky 
and the night winds die 
 
FEARLESS 
  
You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing 
You say you'd like to see me try, climbing 
You pick the place and I'll choose the time 
And I'll climb the hill in my own way 
Just wait a while for the right day 
And I rise above the tree-line and the clouds 
I look down hearing the sound 
of the things you've said today 
  
Fearlessly the idiot feced the crowd, smiling 
Merciless the magistrate turns round, frowning 
And who's the fool who wears the crown 
No doubt in your own way 
And every day is the right day 
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow 
You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd 
  
Including "You'll never walk alone" (Rodgers &  
Hammestein) Chappell Music Ltd 
 
SAN TROPEZ 
  
As I reach for a peach 
Slide a line down behind a sofa in San Tropez 
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand 
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan 
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness 
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love 
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling 
If you're alone, I'll come home 
  
Bachward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove 
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane 
Born in a home with no silver spoon 
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon 
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather 
I'll gather my far flung thoughts together 
Speeding away on a wind to a new day 
If you're alone, I'll come home 
  
And I'll pause for a while by a country stile 
And listen to the things they say 
Digging for gold in a hole in my hand 
Open the book, take a look at the way things stand 
And you're leading me down to the place by the sea 
I hear your soft voice calling to me 
Making a date for later by phone 
And if youre alone, I'll come home 
 
SEAMUS 
  
I was in the kitchen 
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside 
Well I was in the kitchen 
Seamus, my old hound, was outside 
Well you know the sun was sinking slowly 
And my old hound-dog sat right down and cried
ECHOES 
  
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air 
And deep beneath the rolling waves 
In labyrinths of coral caves 
The echo of a distant time 
Comes willowing across the sand 
And everything is green and submarine 
  
And no-one showed us to the land 
And no-one knows the where or whys 
But something stirs and something tries 
And starts to climb towards the light 
  
Strangers passing in the street 
By chance to seperate glances meet 
And I am you and what I see is me 
And do I take you by the hand 
And lead you through the land 
And help me understand the best I can 
  
And no-one calls us to move on 
And no-one forces down our eyes 
And no-one speaks and no-one tries 
And no-one flies around the sun 
  
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes 
Inviting and inciting me to rise 
And through the window in the wall 
Come streaming in on sunlight wings 
A million bright ambassadors of morning 
  
And no-one sings me lullabies 
And no-one makes me close my eyes 
And so I throw the windows wide 
And call to you across the sky
 
Published 11.11.1971 by Pink Floyd Music Ltd.