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With yellow, red and roomy food, and quivered
crouching on a golden cushion
undressed himself to disappear
through an infinity of pleasure
and smiled to free the running me
with "Am I my brother's keeper?"
his meek hand on devils gloves
shaping running blood.
The prophecy, to ricreate the truth
in visions of a seasonal mood
in truth, the only sight he saw
lay hidden in the bathroom door
and spat on the rug
as high is high, so low is low
and that's the end of it.
crouching on a golden cushion
undressed himself to disappear
through an infinity of pleasure
and smiled to free the running me
with "Am I my brother's keeper?"
his meek hand on devils gloves
shaping running blood.
The prophecy, to ricreate the truth
in visions of a seasonal mood
in truth, the only sight he saw
lay hidden in the bathroom door
and spat on the rug
as high is high, so low is low
and that's the end of it.
Lyrics submitted by *JoSIe*, edited by Mellow_Harsher
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They were formed in 1965, but their name was chosen later.
I dont even know what to say about these lyrics. With Syd it could be totally depressing words, but the "Pop-est", happiest, and most tripy music. Id still love to hear it though.
I know he wrote this when he was still in Floyd, but i wonder if it was before or after he started to go, i hate to say it so plainly, but crazy.