David Gilmour - David Gilmour

Vinyl Long Play - Harvest Records - SHVL 817.

1978 - U.K.

 

Back cover

Inner gatefold

Label side 1

Label side 2

Liner notes:

Side One

1. MIHALIS

2. THERE'S NO WAY OUT OF HERE

3. CRY FROM THE STREET

4. SO FAR AWAY

Side Two

1. SHORT AND SWEET

2. RAISE MY RENT

3. NO WAY

4. DEAFINITELY

5. I CAN'T BREATHE ANYMORE

David Gilmour – Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals

Rick Wills – Bass, Vocals (Courtesy Atlantic Records)

Willie Wilson – Drums, Percussion

Produced by David Gilmour

Engineered by John Etchells

Nick Griffiths assisted by Patrick Jauneaud

at Super Bear Studios, FRANCE

Sound equipment handled by Phil Taylor

All songs written by David Gilmour except 'Cry From The Street' by David Gilmour and E. Stuart, Short and Sweet by David Gilmour and R. Harper and 'There's No Way Out of Here' by K. Baker

Backing Vocals on 'So Far Away' and 'There's No Way Out Of Here' - Carlena Williams, Debbie Doss, Shirley Roden – Piano on 'So Far Away' – Mick Weaver & David Gilmour

Cover design Hipgnosis & David Gilmour

Outer Cover Photos – Hipgnosis

Inside Photos – David and Ginger Gilmour, Willie

Wilson, Vlad Vinski, Jill Furmanovksy et. al.

℗ 1978 Pink Floyd Music Ltd.

David Gilmour

Electric and acoustic guitars, vocals, harmonica (There's No Way Out of Here), piano (So Far Away), keyboards, lap steel guitar (No Way, I Can't Breathe Anymore).

Album lyrics

Mihalis.

(Gilmour)

Instrumental.

There's No Way Out Of Here.

(Gilmour-K. Baker)

There's no way out of here

When you come in

You're in for good

There was no promise made

The part you played

The chance you took.

There are no boundaries set

The time and yet

You waste it still

So it slips through your hands

Like grains of sand

You watch it go.

There's no time to be lost

You'll pay the cost

So get it right

There's no way out of here

When you come in

You're in for good.

There never was there an answer

There an answer

Not without listening

Without seeing.

There are no answers here

When you look out

You don't see in

There was no promise made

The part you played

The chance you took.

There's no way out of here

When you come in

You're in for good.

There never was there an answer

There an answer

Not without listening

Without seeing.

There's no way out of here

When you come in

You're in for good

There was no promise made

The part you played

The chance you took.

There's no way out of here

When you come in

You're in for good

There's no way out of here

When you come in

You're in for good

There are no answers here

When you look out

You don't see in

There's no way out of here

When you come in

You're in for good.

Cry From The Street.

(Gilmour-E. Stuart)

Black shadows dance

Beyond the neon glow

There's rumors in your head

And just one way to go

Oh so tight

It makes your blood run cold

The way is blind

Try to save your soul

Don't even pray

Just cry from the street.

It's fine as you leave

The one they keep at home

So you love someone

That you thought you owed

You know it's a crime

But what can you do?

That's the price you pay

With each turn of the screw

But don't pay no mind

Just cry from the street.

You really love the night

Even though you're alone

It's such a cryin' shame

That things are so wrong

It's the sign of the scream

That it blinds your feet

I guess the chance is ours

You wish to stay and sleep

But don't even pray

Just cry from the street.

So Far Away.

(Gilmour)

What am I suspended here?

Should I kid myself that I have no fear?

I get no choice, I just have to wait

It may already be too late

I don't know what's going on

She is here, but I am gone

I am gone.

My love is lying here

She's far away though she looks so near

"Time will tell" she says to me

When a warm coat is all I need

Her peace of mind, her strentgh of will

It will come she's sure it will

And how can I put my mind at rest?

I feel I'm coming up second best.

And I'm caught with my own life

Is this a dream, or is it real life?

Oooh sleep, come on me soon

I can't bear this lonely room.

Look at that hand lying there

The room is dark she shows no fear

I'm lying still, my eyes are wide

My heart is pumping, I'm still alive

I'm still awake against my will

What will it ever take

To still this burning in me?

And I'm caught with my own life

Is this a dream, or is it real life?

Ooooh, sleep, come on me soon

I can't bear this lonely room

Sleep, come on me soon

I can't bear this lonely room

Sleep, don't take too long

Can't keep singing this lonely song.

Short And Sweet.

(Gilmour-Roy Harper)

You ask

What is the quality of life?

Seeking to justify the part you play

And hide fearing it incomplete

To try

To make it any more or less than short and sweet.

But short

Short is from you to me

As close as we are wont to try to make it be

We're caught

Watching the dark in the sky

Who knows?

Helpless it's time and self to hold the time of day.

And you

You are a fantasy

A view

From where you'd like to think the world should see

Be true

And you will likely find

A few

Building a vision new and justice to our time.

And we

We the immoral men

We dare

Naked and fearless in the elements

And free

Carefree of tempting fate

Aware

And holding off the moral nightmare at the gates.

And sweet

Sweet as a mountain stream

We'll look

Toward a new day breaking in the east

And meet

As every future dream Unfolds

And surely quality that is the very least.

Raise My Rent.

(Gilmour)

Instrumental.

No Way.

(Gilmour)

There's no way

I'm gonna let go

There's no way

Because it's my show

I'm hangin' on

For a little while

I won't go down easy

That's not my style.

I'm all tied up

Tied up in a knot

And I can't decide

Just what it is I've got

Did I get out of touch

Did I lose my way

I've not forgot

No, not a single day.

Now you might believe

I'm not a happy man

Putting myself apart

From the common clan

What a boat we're sailing

We had a week or two

But I know it sounds

Like me and you.

So there's no way

I'm gonna let go

There's no way

Because it's my show

I'm hangin' on

For a little while

I won't go down easy

That's not my style.

Deafinitely.

(Gilmour)

Instrumental.

I Can't Breath Anymore.

(Gilmour)

I can't breathe anymore

Why that is I'm not sure

I've got my feet on the ground

In fact I'm flat on the floor

My direction is lost

I should pause to take stock

It's a new one on me

To even dream that you're free.

It's a tale without an end

But the end is there for all to see

And if the end weren't so real

Coming around and 'round again on me

I guess it's all about my pride

I want to be there if it kills

But with or without God on my side

I know that I really will.

Memorabilia

Columbia Records

Press photo

Harvest Records

 Harvest Records

Singles

1978 There's No Way Out Of Here.

Press Cuts

New Musical Express 1978

New Musical Express 1978

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