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A Saucerful of Secrets Produced by Norman Smith Released July 1968 "Let There Be More Light" (Waters) Far, far, far away - way People heard him say - say I will find a way - way There will come a day - day Something will be done. Then at last the mighty ship Descending on a point of flame Made contact with the human race And melted hearts Now, now, now is the time - time Time to be - be - be aware Carter's father saw him there and Knew the road revealed to him The living soul of ..... Oh, my, something in my eye - eye Something in the sky - sky Waiting there for me The outer rope rolls early back The service men were heard to sigh For there revealed in glowing robes Was Lucy in the sky Oh - oh - did you ever know - know Never ever will they I cannot say Something in his cosmic art And glowing slightly from his toes The psychic and the nations fly "Remember a Day" (Wright) Remember a day before today A day when you were young. Free to play alone with time Evening never came. Sing a song that can't be sung Without the morning's kiss Queen - you shall be it if you wish Look for your king Why can't we play today Why can't we stay that way Climb your favorite apple tree Try to catch the sun Hide from your little brother's gun Dream yourself away Why can't we reach the sun Why can't we blow the years away Blow away Blow away Remember Remember "Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun" (Waters) Little by little the night turns around. Counting the leaves which tremble and turn. Lotus's lean on each other in union. Over the hills where a swallow is resting. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Over the mountain watching the watcher. Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine. Morning to birth is born into shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun. Who is the man who arrives at the wall? Making the shape of his questions at asking. Thinking the sun will fall in the evening. Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun. The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun. "Corporal Clegg" (Waters) Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg He won it in the war, in 1944. Corporal Clegg had a medal too In orange, red, and blue He found it in the zoo. Dear, dear were they really sad for me? Dear, dear will they really laugh at me? Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him. Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin. Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain He's never been the same No one is to blame Corporal Clegg recieved his medal in a dream From Her Majesty the queen His boots were very clean. Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin. "A Saucerful of Secrets" (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour) a. Something Else b. Syncopated Pandemonium c. Storm Signal d. Celestial Voices (Instrumental) "See Saw" (Wright) Marigolds are very much in love, but he doesn't mind Picking up his sister, he makes his way into the seas or land All the way she smiles She goes up while he goes down, down Sits on a stick in the river Laughter in his sleep Sister's throwing stones, hoping for a hit He doesn't know so then She goes up while he goes down, down Another time, another day A brother's way to leave Another time, another day She'll be selling plastic flowers on a Sunday afternoon Picking up weeds, she hasn't got the time to care All can see he's not there She grows up for another man, and he's down Another time, another day A brother's way to leave Another time, another day Another time, another day A brother's way to leave "Jugband Blues" (Barrett) It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear That I'm not here. And I never knew we could be so thick And I never knew we could be so blue And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes And brought me here instead dressed in red And I'm wondering who could be writing this song. I don't care if the sun don't shine And I don't care if nothing is mine And I don't care if I'm nervous with you I'll do my loving in the winter. And the sea isn't green And I love the queen And what exactly is a dream And what exactly is a joke.

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