Pink Floyd (The Dark Side Of The Moon; 1973; David Gilmour, Nick Mason, Roger Waters, Richard Wright; AGP)
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(Clock and alarms polyphony; drums & bass based intro)
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull da-a-ay, You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand wa-i-ay - Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home to-own, Waiting for someone or something to show you the wa-ay.
(Ooh-) Tired of lying in the sunshine, (Ah-) Staying home to watch the rain. (Ooh-) And you are young and life is long (Ah-) And there is time to kill today. (Ooh-) {And then one day you find - (Ooh-) Ten years have got behind you, (Ooh-) No one told you when to run, (Ah-ah-ah) You missed the starting gun.}
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun But it's sinki-i-ing And racing around to come up behind you agai-an, The sun is the same in the relative way but you're olde-e-er Shorter of breath and one day closer to death!
(Ooh-) Every year is getting shorter, (Ah-) Never seem to find the time (ah-, ha-ah-ah-, hu-uh-uh), (Ooh-) Plans that either come to naught (Ah-) Or half a page of scribbled lines (whou-oh-ou-oh-oh), (Ooh-ooh-) {Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, (Ooh-(u-u-u-uh-)) The time is gone, the song is over - (Ooh-ooh-, ah-) Thought I'd something more to sa-ay...}
('Breathe' song reprise:)
Ho-ome, home aga-ain! I like to be here when I ca-a-a-an. When I come home cold and tired, It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
{Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spell...}