TESTI VARI

 

  1. Lucy Leave

  2. Two Of A Kind

  3. Bob Dylan Blues

  4. A Rooftop Song In A Thunderstorm Row Missing The Point

 

LUCY LEAVE
(Pezzo inedito)

Please fall away from me, Lucy
oh, go little girl
See that I'm so broken up about you, Lucy
Mean treating me and done me harm, Lucy
Being in love with you and your charms, Lucy
oh, go little girl
I'm in love with you, Lucy
You got my heart, you got my heart, Oh no
You tear me apart, you just won't let me go
You hold on so tight, so tight I just can't breathe
Now Lucy leave, Lucy

Leave when I ask you to leave, little girl
Please fall away from me, little girl
yeah, go little girl
See that I'm so broke up about you, Lucy
Yeah, Go

 

TWO OF A KIND
(Pezzo suonato unicamente nella sessione radiofonica da cui fu pubblicato 'The Peel Sessions'. Il pezzo e' stato pubblicato anche su 'Wouldn't You Miss Me - The Best Of Syd Barrett')

Open your eyes and don't be blind
Can't you see we're two of a kind
I've got to say this, I hope you don't mind
I love you, we're two of a kind

Just ask yourself and you will find
We go together, we're two of a kind
No use protesting, be resigned
Baby you know, we're two of a kind

I knew it when I saw you
I felt it a little more when
I talked with you at first
All my blues dispersed
I couldn't disguise
My complete surprise
When you were feeling it too
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

Open your eyes and don't be blind
Can't you see we're two of a kind
I've got to say this, I hope you don't mind
I love you, we're two of a kind

 

BOB DYLAN BLUES
(Il pezzo fu suonato nelle sessions di 'Barrett' ed e' stato inserito in 'Wouldn't You Miss Me - The Best Of Syd Barrett')

I've got the Bob Dylan Blues
I've got the Bob Dylan Blues
My hair and my hat's in a mess
But I don't give a damn about that

 

A ROOFTOP SONG IN A THUNDERSTORM ROW MISSING THE POINT
(Testo mai musicato da Syd)

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 prohecy, 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