ATOM HEART MOTHER


ATOM HEART MOTHER

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IF

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, talking with you more often than I do
If I were to sleep, I could dream
If I were afraid, I could hide
If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain
If I were the moon, I'd be cool
If I were a book, I would bend
If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends
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?
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

Would you like to sing something before you leave
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We say good-bye before we 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 you bell I gave the day and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know, how do you feel, how do you feel
How do you feel, how do you feel
Not a single word was said though I still wait out fears
Occasionally you showed a smile but what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon and warm light of fire
Like friends lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Every time before you leave, you greet another man
Just you let me know, how do you feel, how do you feel
How do you feel, how do you feel
Good-bye to you, charlotte pringles do
I've had enough for one day

FAT OLD SUN

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's thunder time of year
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells, new mown grass smells so sweet
by the river holding hands
roll me up and lay me down
And if you sit, 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 time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
What that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
And if you sit, 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 time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me

ALAN'S PSYCHEDELIC BREAKFAST

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