No Mans Land — текст песни (Syd Barret)

Tell me, tell me

Dont, if you?

Stop that, that just upset yourself

Listen, listen, if you ask in person

Ill stick to the joke, you know

Yelling and sceaming, help me!



All that in the afternoon, for that matter

So shed asked if we could stay with grace

Maybe a day or a couple of weeks

You know, until tuesday

Pick up my mushrooms

Clean my skin up

Pick up some tissue

Pick up the production

Its all fine! you know

And she served the wine

And cups for 3 or 4 people

And that nonsense



Gracie do her song, heavily spaced

All the pink shine on war

Explodes from beneath

Dont you would rather

Be out the front door sometime

Long ago instead of being

Cooped up like a catched rat?