Atom Heart Mother
Pink Floyd
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1
Atom Heart Mother Suite
23 : 41
2
If
04 : 30
3
Summer ’68
05 : 28
4
Fat Old Sun
05 : 23
5
Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast
12 : 58
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Track Lyrics
If Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If I were a swan, I'd be gone
If I were a train, I'd be late
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do
[Verse 2]
If I were asleep, I could dream
If I were afraid, I could hide
If I go insane
Please don't put your wires in my brain
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
If I were the moon, I'd be cool
If I were a rule, I would bend
If I were a good man
I'd understand the spaces between friends
[Verse 4]
If I were alone, I would cry
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry
And if I go insane
Will you still let me join in with the game?
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 5]
If I were a swan, I'd be gone
If I were a train, I'd be late again
If I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do
Summer ’68 Lyrics
[Intro]
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
[Verse 1]
Would you like to say something before you leave?
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We say goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know
[Chorus]
How do you feel? (How do you feel, ahh)
How do you feel? (How do you feel, ahh)
Ba, ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba
[Brass Solo]
[Verse 2]
Not a single word was said, the night still hid our fears
Occasionally you showed a smile, but what was the need?
I felt the cold far too soon in a room of 95
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man?
Just you let me know
[Chorus]
How do you feel? (How do you feel, ahh)
How do you feel? (How do you feel, ahh)
Ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba, ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
[Brass Solo]
[Bridge]
Goodbye to you
Charlotte Pringle's due
I've had enough
For one day
Ha-ah
Ha-ah
[Instrumental Outro]
Fat Old Sun Lyrics
[Intro]
*bells ringing*
[Verse 1]
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Summer Sunday and a year
The sound of music in my ears
[Verse 2]
Distant bells
New mown grass smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
[Chorus]
And if you see, don’t make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a tongue so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
[Verse 3]
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Children’s laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
[Chorus]
And if you see, don’t make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a tongue so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
[Post-Chorus]
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
*bells ringing*
Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast Lyrics
[Part I: Rise And Shine (0:00-3:33)]
[Intro: Alan Styles]
*tap dripping, Alan enters the kitchen, various kitchen sounds*
Oh, uh, me flakes
Then, uh, I dunno
Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, toast, coffee
Marmalade, I like marmalade
Yes, porridge is nice, any cereal, I like all cereals
Oh, God
[Instrumental]
[Part II: Sunny Side Up (3:34-7:44)]
[Intro: Alan Styles]
Breakfast in Los Angeles, microbiotic stuff
*various foods being prepared including cereal being eaten loudly*
[Instrumental]
[Part III: Morning Glory (7:45-13:00)]
[Intro: Alan Styles]
I don't mind a barrow, I quite like barrowing the stuff in
I've got a terrible back, when I work, it hurts me
D'you know what I mean, John?
Well he's sort of, uh
When driving on the road he has a sleep, gets ready for the gig
I don't know
Um, he does all the electrical stuff
I can't be bothered with that, it's so fiddly
[Instrumental]
[Outro: Alan Styles]
All my head's a blank
*various kitchen sounds, Alan leaves the kitchen, tap dripping*