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PINK FLOYD :"LEARNING TO FLY"
PINK FLOYD :"LEARNING TO FLY"
Οι Pink Floyd είναι ένα βρετανικό μουσικό συγκρότημα που έχει γράψει ιστορία στον χώρο της ροκ μουσικής. Έχουν ξεχωρίσει τόσο για τις πρωτοποριακές για την εποχή συνθέσεις τους, όσο και για τους νεωτεριστικούς και συγκινησιακά φορτισμένους στίχους τους, τα ευφάνταστα εξώφυλλά τους, τις πειραματικές ενορχηστρώσεις και ηχογραφήσεις και τις θεαματικές συναυλίες τους. Υπολογίζεται ότι το συγκρότημα έχει πουλήσει γύρω στα 74,5 εκ άλμπουμ στις Η.Π.Α. και πάνω από 300 εκατομμύρια άλμπουμ παγκοσμίως και συγκαταλέγεται έτσι στις πιο επιτυχημένες εμπορικά ροκ μπάντες.
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension -- that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension -- that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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