"Obscured by Clouds"
          Music from the film "The Valley" by Barbet 
          Produced by Pink Floyd
          Released 1972



          "Obscured by Clouds"  (Waters, Gilmour)

          (Instrumental)


          "When You're In"  (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

          (Instrumental)


          "Burning Bridges"  (Wright, Waters)
           
          Bridges burning, blindly merging with the 
          Shadow flickering between the light 
          Stolen _________ floating softly on the air 
          Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher 
          Ancient bones are breaking 
          Moving on and cahnging sides 
          Dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way 
          Magic visions stirring, kindled by ________ burning 
          Flames rise in her eyes 
           
          The __________ expands _______________________________ 
          ______________________________________________________ 
          The moment is at hand, she breaks the golden band


          "The Gold It's in the...."  (Waters, Gilmour)
            
          Come on, my friends let's make for the hills.  
          They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.  
          You can get your hands on whatever we find,  
          Cause I'm only comin' 'long for the ride.  
          Well, you go your way, I'll go mine.  
          I don't care if we get there on time.  
          Ev'rybody's searching for something they say.  
          I'll get my kicks on the way.  
          Over the mountain, across the seas,  
          Who knows what will be waiting for me?  
          I could sail forever to strange sounding names.  
          Faces of people and places don't change. 
          All I have to do is close my eyes  
          To see the sea gulls wheeling in those far distant skies. 
           
          All I want to tell you, all I want to say  
          Is count me in on the journey,  
          Don't expect me to stay.







          "Wots ... Uh the Deal"  (Waters, Gilmour)   
            
          Heaven sent the promised land   
          Looks all right from where I stand  
          'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in  
          Waiting on the first step  
          Show me where the key is kept  
          Point me down the right line  
          Because it's time  
          To let me in from the cold  
          Turn my lead into gold  
          'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul  
          And I think I'm growing old  
          Flash the readies  
          Wots..uh the deal?  
          Got to make it to the next meal  
          Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel  
          Mile after mile stone after stone  
          You turn to speak but you're alone  
          Million miles from home you're on your own  
          So let me in from the cold  
          Turn my lead into gold  
          'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul  
          And I think I'm growing old  
                
          Fire bright by candlelight and her by my side  
          And if she prefers we never stir again  
          Someone sent the promised land  
          And I grabbed it with both hands  
          Now I'm the man on the inside looking out  
          Hear me shout  
          Come on in  
          What's the news?  where you been?  
          'Cause there's no wind left in my soul  
          And I've grown old  









          "Mudmen"  (Wright, Gilmour)

          (Instrumental)


          "Childhood's End"  (Gilmour)   
            
          You shout in your sleep. 
          Perhaps the price is too steep.  
          Is your conscience at rest  
          If once put to the test?  
          You awake with a start  
          To just the beating of your heart.  
          Just one man beneath the sky,  
          Just two ears, just two eyes.  
            
          You set sail across the sea  
          Of long past thoughts and memories.  
          Childhood's end, your fantasies  
          Merge with harsh realities.  
          And then as the sail is hoist,  
          You find your eyes are growing moist.  
          All the fears never voiced  
          Say you have to make your final choice.  
            
          Who are you and who am I  
          To say we know the reason why?  
          Some are born; some men die  
          Beneath one infinite sky.  
          There'll be war, there'll be peace.  
          But ev'rything one day will cease.  
          All the iron turned to rust;  
          All the proud men turned to dust.  
          And so all things, time will mend.  
          So this song will end.  


          "Free Four"  (Waters)
           
          One, two, free four.
          The memories of a man in his old age 
          Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
          You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom 
          And talk to yourself as you die. 
           
          And life is a short warm moment 
          And death is a long cold rest.
          You get your chance to try 
          In the twinkling of an eye. 
          Eighty years with luck or even less.






          So all aboard for the American tour 
          And maybe you'll make it to the top.
          But mind how you go 
          I can tell you `cause I know 
          You may find it hard to get off. 
           
          But you are the angel of death 
          And I am the dead man's son. 
          He was buried like a mole in a foxhole 
          And everyone's still on the run. 
          And who is the master of foxhounds? 
          And who says the hunt has begun? 
          Who calls the tune in the courtroom? 
          And who beats the funeral drum? 

          The memories of a man in his old age 
          Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
          Shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom 
          And talk to yourself as you die.


          "Stay"  (Wright, Waters)   
            
          Stay and help me to end the day  
          And if you don't mind we'll break a bottle of wine   
          Stick around and maybe we'll put one down  
          Cause I wanna find what lies behind those eyes  
          Midnight blue burning gold  
          A yellow moon is growing cold  
            
          I rise looking through my morning eyes  
          Surpised to find you by my side  
          Rack my brain to try to remember your name  
          To find the words to tell you goodbye  
          Morning dues newborn day  
          Midnight blue turned to gray  
            
          Midnight blue burning gold  
          A yellow moon is growing cold  


          "Absolutely Curtains"  (Waters, Gilmour, Wright, Mason)

          (Instrumental)