Pink Floyd Time lyrics & Song Description

Description

PINK FLOYD "Time" is one of the greater songs of Dark Side Of The Moon. . Nice Mason 'the drummer' is heavily involved in a a two minute drumming intro, David Gilmour plays the guitar solo and shares the vocals with Richard Wright and Roger Waters wrote the lyrics. From the initial intro with the sounding of clock chimes and ringing alarms to Nick Mason's long soothing drum intro leading to David Gilmour's voice, and eventually David Gilmour's immense guitar solo that absolutely takes you away. All this, and not to mention its great lyrical content. One of the best ever musical pieces hands down!

What is Pink Floyd Time about?

Pink Floyd Time is kind of self explanatory but is more associated with 'life'. It's about rapidity of life how, the realisation of how short it really is combined with being unable to plan for the next phase because it is really unknown so all you can do is make the most of your present time, grabbing control of you destiny there and then, expressed by Roger Waters.

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Pink Floyd Time Lyrics

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for soemone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbledlines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Home, home again I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired,
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field the tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.