Hello Eugene,
This is Henry McClean,
And I’ve finished my beautiful flying machine.
I’m ringing to say that I’m leaving in May,
Won’t you come with me and fly with me baby?
Isn’t it strange
How little we’ve changed
Isn’t it sad we’re insane?
Playing the games that we know in end tears,
A game we’ve been playing for thousand, and thousands of…
POINTING TO THE COSMIC GLIDER
PULL THIS PLASTIC GLIDER HIGHER!
LIGHT THE FUSE AND STAND RIGHT BACK
HE CRIED, “THIS IS MY LAST GOODBYE”
Point me at the sky, and let it fly. Point me at the sky, and let 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
So that those around you can breathe in…
PEOPLE PRESSING ON MY SIDES
IS SOMETHING THAT I HATE
AND SO I’M SITTING DOWN TO EAT
WITH ONLY LITTLE MORSELS ON MY PLATE
Point me at the sky, and let it fly. Point me at the sky and let it fly.
And all I’ve got to say to you is Goodbye!
Tell everyone ya meet and the people in the street
It’s Goodbye!
Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, its Goodbye
- This is a very early and unreleased pink floyd song, i changed almost all the lyrics to add several layers of meaning, the lyrics posted online don’t sound right to me, and they’re not what i hear when i hear the song, but i could be wrong. These lyrics sound better to me so i wrote them.