p • u • l • s • e - Pink Floyd

Publicación: 29 de Mayo, 1995.

Productor: James Guthrie & David Gilmour.
Grabación y mezcla: James Guthrie.
Ingeniero asistente: Sean O'Dwyer.
Grabación en vivo: LeVoyageur II Mobile; Europa y U.K. Entre Julio y Octubre de 1994.
Equipo de grabación: Rene Weis, Bernard 'Papy' Vainer, Roger Robindore, Manu Dajee, Alain Abouker.
Mezclado en: Astoria in Q Sound.
Masterizado: Doug Sax y Ron Lewter de Mastering Lab.
Front of house mixer: Andy Jackson y Colin Norfield.
Monitor mixer: Seth Goldman.
Discográfica U.K: EMI Records
N° de catalogo: 7243 8 32700 1 9 / EMD 1078.
Diseño de portada: Storm Thorgerson, con Jon Corssland y Finley Cowan.
Arte y graficos: Peter Curzon, con Julien Mills.
Fotografia de portada: Tony May y Andy Earl.
Computatora: Jason Reddy.
Fotografias en vivo: Jill Furmanovsky, Andy Earl, Denis O'Regan, Michael Dwomik, Tony May, Dimo Safari, Lester Cohen, Claude Gassian.

Tracks:

Edición L.P y cassette.

Disco 1.

Lado 1.

01 Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts I-V, VII).
(Gilmour, Waters, Wright)  13:30
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 20.
02 Astronomy Domine.
(Barrett)  5:25
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 15.
03 What Do You Want From Me.
(Gilmour, Wright, Samson)  4:10
- Roma, Italia, septiembre 21.

Lado 2.

01 Learning To Fly.
(Gilmour, Moore, Ezrin, Carin)  5:06
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 14.
02 Keep Talking.
(Gilmour, Wright, Samson)  6:56
- Hannover, agosto 17.
03 Coming Back To Life.
(Gilmour)  6:31
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 13.

Disco 2.

Lado 3.

01 Hey You.
(Waters)  4:50
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 13 y 15.
02 A Great Day For Freedom.
(Gilmour, Samson)  4:20
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 19.
03 Sorrow.
(Gilmour)  10:30
- Rome, septiembre 20.

Lado 4.

01 High Hopes.
(Gilmour, Samson)  7:50
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 20.
02 Another Brick In The Wall (Part II).
(Waters)  6:50
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 21.
03 One Of These Days.
(Gilmour, Waters, Wright, Nick Mason)  6:51
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 16 y 20.

Disco 3.

 

Lado 5.

01 Speak To Me.
(Mason)  2:28
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 20.
02 Breathe.
(Gilmour, Waters, Wright)  2:40
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 20.
03 On The Run.
(Gilmour, Waters)  3:41
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 20.
04 Time.
(Gilmour, Waters, Wright, Mason)  6:48
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 15  y 20. Modena, septiembre 17. Roma, septiembre 20.

Lado 6.

05 The Great Gig In The Sky.
(Wright, Torry)  5:51
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 20.
06 Money.
(Waters)  8:46
- Modena, septiembre 17.

Disco 4.

Lado 7.

07 Us And Them.
(Waters, Wright)  7:08
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 19 y 20.
08 Any Colour You Like.
(Gilmour, Wright, Mason)  3:19
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 19 y 23.
09 Brain Damage.
(Waters)  3:02
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 19.
10 Eclipse.
(Waters)  1:38
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 19.

Lado 8.

11 Wish You Were Here.
(Gilmour, Waters)  5:40
- Roma, Italia, septiembre 20.
12 Comfortably Numb.
(Gilmour, Waters)  9:10
- Earls Court, Londres, octubre 20.
13 Run Like Hell.
(Gilmour, Waters)  7:58
- Earls Court. Londres, octubre 15.


Bonus track, solo en la 1° edición de cassette:

14 Soundscape.
(Gilmour, Wright, Mason)  22:00



Singles:

1995 Wish You Were Here (Live) /  Coming Back to Life (Live).

Publicación: 20 de julio.

1995 Coming Back to Life (live).
(Promo)

1995 What Do You Want From Me (live).
(Promo)

Box Set Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.K:

Discográfica: EMI Records.

N° de catalogo: 7243 8 32 700 1 9.

Portada (caja).

Contraportada (caja).

Caja.

Contraportada y portada, disco 1.

Funda interior.

Funda interior.

Etiquetas disco 1, lados 1 y 2.

Contraportada y portada, disco 2.

Funda interior.

Funda interior.

Etiquetas disco 2, lados 1 y 2.

Contraportada y portada, disco 3.

Funda interior.

Funda interior.

Etiquetas disco 3, lados 1 y 2.

Contraportada y portada, disco 4.

Funda interior.

Funda interior.

Etiquetas disco 5, lados 1 y 2.

Libro de 52 paginas.

PINK FLOYD

p • u • l • s • e

Deluxe 4-LP Vinyl Set

Featuring a complete performance of

Dark Side Of The Moon

Includes a 52-page hardcover book

Sticker de portada.

Pink Floyd:

David Gilmour - Voz, guitarras eléctrica y acústica.

Nick Mason - Batería.

Richard Wright - Teclados, coros, voz (Astronomy Domine, Time y Comfortably Numb).

Otros Músicos:

Jon Carin: Teclados, Voz.

Claudia Fontaine: Coros.

Durga McBroom: Coros.

Sam Brown: Coros.

Dick Parry: Saxofones.

Guy Pratt: Bajo, voz.

Tim Renwick: Guitarra, Voz.

Gary Wallis: Percusión, batería programada.

Letras:

Shine On You Crazy Diamond.

Remember when you were young, 

You shone like the sun. 

Shine on you crazy diamond. 

Now there's a look in your eyes, 

Like black holes in the sky. 

Shine on you crazy diamond. 

You were caught on the crossfire 

Of childhood and stardom, 

Blown on the steel breeze. 

Come on you target for faraway laughter, 

Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! 

You reached for the secret too soon, 

You cried for the moon. 

Shine on you crazy diamond. 

Threatened by shadows at night, 

And exposed in the light. 

Shine on you crazy diamond. 

Well you wore out your welcome 

With random precision, 

Rode on the steel breeze. 

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, 

Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Astronomy Domine.

Lime and limpid green, a second scene 

A fight between the blue you once knew. 

Floating down, the sound resounds 

Around the icy waters underground. 

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania. 

Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten. 

Blinding signs flap, 

Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow. 

Stairway scare Dan dare who's there? 

Lime and limpid green, the sounds surronds 

The icy waters under 

Lime and limpid green, the sounds surronds 

The icy waters underground.

What Do You Want From Me.

As you look around this room tonight

Settle in your seat and dim the lights

Do you want my blood, do you want my tears

What do you want

What do you want from me

Should I sing until I can't sing any more

Play these strings until my fingers are raw

You're so hard to please

What do you want from me

Do you think I know something you don't know

What do you want from me

If I don't promise you the answers would you go

What do you want from me

Should I stand out in the rain

Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you

I'm not the one you need

What do you want from me

You can have anything you want

You can drift, you can dream, even walk on water

Anything you want

You can own everything you see

Sell your soul for complete control

Is that really what you need

You can lose yourself this night

See inside there is nothing to hide

Turn and face the light

What do you want from me.

Learning To Fly.

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 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 guide 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

Friction lock - set. 

Mixture - rich 

Propellers - fully forward 

Flaps - set - 10 degrees 

Engine gauges and suction - check 

Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck

Flight instruments...

Altimeters - check both

on

Navigation lights - on

on

(a torre): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure

(torre): Hello again, this is now 129.4

(a torre): 129.4. It's to go.

(torre): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.

(a torre): 3-8-Echo

Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.

Just hand the power gradually, and it... 

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 eyes from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Keep Talking.

For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals

Then something happenend which unleashed the power of our imagination

We learned to talk.

There's a silence surrounding me

I can't seem to think straight

I'll sit in the corner

No one can bother me

I think I should speak now . . .  Why won't you talk to me

I can't seem to speak now . . .  You never talk to me

My words won't come out right . . .  What are you thinking

I feel like I'm drowning . . .  What are you feeling

I'm feeling weak now . . .  You never talk to me

But I can't show my weakness . . .  What are you thinking

I sometimes wonder . . .  What are you feeling

Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this

All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Why won't you talk to me . . .  I feel like I'm drowning

You never talk to me . . .  You know I can't breathe now

What are you thinking . . .  We're going nowhere

What are you feeling . . .  We're going nowhere

Why won't you talk to me

You never talk to me

What are you thinking

Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this

All we need to do is make sure we keep talking.

Coming Back To Life.

Where were you when I was burned and broken

While the days slipped by from my window watching

And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless

Because the things you say and the things you do surround me

While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words

Dying to believe in what you heard

I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time

While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted

Outside the rain fell dark and slow

While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence

I knew the moment had arrived

For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence

I knew the waiting had begun

And headed straight into the shining sun

Hey You.

Hey you, out there in the cold

Getting lonely, getting old 

Can you feel me?

Hey you, standing in the aisles

With itchy feet and fading smiles 

Can you feel me?

Hey you, don't help them to bury the light

Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own

Sitting naked by the phone 

Would you touch me?

Hey you, with you ear against the wall

Waiting for someone to call out 

Would you touch me?

Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?

Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.

The wall was too high, 

As you can see.

No matter how he tried, 

He could not break free.

And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road

always doing what you're told, 

Can you help me?

Hey you, out there beyond the wall,

Breaking bottles in the hall, 

Can you help me?

Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all

Together we stand, divided we fall.

A Great Day For Freedom.

On the day the wall came down

They threw the locks onto the ground

And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall cane down

The Ship of Fools had finally run aground

Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side

No warmth, not even pride remained

And even though you needed me

It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day

As friends and neighbours turn away

And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands

While nations wash their bloodied hands

Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray

I woke to the sound of drums

The music played, the morning sun streamed in

I turned and I looked at you

And all but the bitted residue slipped away...slipped away

Sorrow.

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land

Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:

A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,

But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise

He's chained forever to a world that's departed

It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen and curdled with fright

His knees have trembled and given way in the night

His hand has weakened at the moment of truth

His step has faltered

One world, one soul

Time pass, the river rolls

It's not enough it's not enough

His hand has faltered

.... .... ......

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication

And silent replies that swirl invitation

Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea

A grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night

And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight

And silence that speaks so much louder that words,

Of promises broken

High Hopes.

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young

In a world of magnets and miracles

Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary

The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway

Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps

Running before times took our dreams away

Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground

To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener

The light was brighter

When friends surrounded

The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us

To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side

Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again

Dragged by the force of some sleeping tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled

We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition

There's a hunger still unsatisfied

Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon

Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener

The light was brighter

The taste was sweeter

The nights of wonder

With friends surrounded

The dawn mist glowing

The water flowing

The endless river.

Another Brick In The Wall (Part II).

We don't need no education 

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave them kids alone

Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!

All in all it's just another brick in the wall.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave them kids alone

Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!

All in all it's just another brick in the wall.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

"Wrong, Do it again!"

"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you

have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"

"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"

Disco 2.

Speak To Me.

"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been 

over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..." 

"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the 

most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even 

if you're not mad..."

Breathe.

Breathe, breathe in the air.

Don't be afraid to care. 

Leave but don't leave me. 

Look around and choose your own ground. 

Long you live and high you fly 

And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry 

And all you touch and all you see 

Is all your life will ever be. 

Run, rabbit run. 

Dig that hole, forget the sun, 

And when at last the work is done 

Don't sit down it's time to dig another one. 

For long you live and high you fly 

But only if you ride the tide 

And balanced on the biggest wave 

You race towards an early grave.

On The Run.

"Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me, HaHaHaaaaaa!"

Time.

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 someone 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 naught or half a page of scribbled lines 

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way 

The time is gone, the song is over, 

Thought I'd something more to say.

The Great Gig In The Sky.

"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I 

don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? 

There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime." 

"If you can hear this whispering you are dying." 

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

Money.

Money, get away.

Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.

Money, it's a gas.

Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.

New car, caviar, four star daydream,

Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.

I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.

Money, it's a hit.

Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.

I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set 

And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.

Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.

Money, so they say

Is the root of all evil today.

But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're 

giving none away.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"

"Yes, absolutely in the right!"

"I certainly was in the right!"

"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a

bruising!"

"Yeah!"

"Why does anyone do anything?"

"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"

"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking

why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and

screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.

It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

Us And Them.

Us, and them 

And after all we're only ordinary men. 

Me, and you. 

God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do. 

Forward he cried from the rear 

and the front rank died. 

And the general sat and the lines on the map 

moved from side to side. 

Black and blue 

And who knows which is which and who is who. 

Up and down. 

But in the end it's only round and round. 

Haven't you heard it's a battle of words 

The poster bearer cried. 

Listen son, said the man with the gun 

There's room for you inside. 

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short, 

sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off 

lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once! 

It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners 

don't cost nothing do they, eh?" 

Down and out 

It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about. 

With, without. 

And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about? 

Out of the way, it's a busy day 

I've got things on my mind. 

For the want of the price of tea and a slice 

The old man died.

Any Colour You Like.

Instrumental.

Brain Damage.

The lunatic is on the grass. 

The lunatic is on the grass. 

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs. 

Got to keep the loonies on the path. 

The lunatic is in the hall. 

The lunatics are in my hall. 

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor 

And every day the paper boy brings more. 

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon 

And if there is no room upon the hill 

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too 

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. 

The lunatic is in my head. 

The lunatic is in my head 

You raise the blade, you make the change 

You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane. 

You lock the door 

And throw away the key 

There's someone in my head but it's not me. 

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear 

You shout and no one seems to hear. 

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes 

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. 

"I can't think of anything to say except... 

I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"

Eclipse.

All that you touch 

All that you see 

All that you taste 

All you feel. 

All that you love 

All that you hate 

All you distrust 

All you save. 

All that you give 

All that you deal 

All that you buy, 

beg, borrow or steal. 

All you create 

All you destroy 

All that you do 

All that you say. 

All that you eat 

And everyone you meet 

All that you slight 

And everyone you fight. 

All that is now 

All that is gone 

All that's to come 

and everything under the sun is in tune 

but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. 

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."

Wish You Were Here.

So, so you think you can tell 

Heaven from Hell, 

Blue skys from pain. 

Can you tell a green field 

From a cold steel rail? 

A smile from a veil? 

Do you think you can tell? 

And did they get you to trade 

Your heros for ghosts? 

Hot ashes for trees? 

Hot air for a cool breeze? 

Cold comfort for change? 

And did you exchange 

A walk on part in the war 

For a lead role in a cage? 

How I wish, how I wish you were here. 

We're just two lost souls 

Swimming in a fish bowl, 

Year after year, 

Running over the same old ground. 

What have we found? 

The same old fears. 

Wish you were here.

Comfortably Numb.

Hello?

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me.

Is there anyone at home?

Come on, now,

I hear you're feeling down.

Well I can ease your pain

Get you on your feet again.

Relax.

I'll need some information first.

Just the basic facts.

Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves.

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons.

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain you would not understand

This is not how I am.

I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.

Just a little pinprick.

There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!

But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?

I do believe it's working, good.

That'll keep you going through the show

Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves.

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child 

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown, 

The dream is gone.

I have become comfortably numb.

Run Like Hell.

"Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd"

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, 

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.

You better make your face up in

Your favorite disguise.

With your button down lips and your

Roller blind eyes.

With your empty smile 

And your hungry heart.

Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.

With your nerves in tatters

When the cockleshell shatters

And the hammers batter 

Down the door.

You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, 

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.

You better run all day 

And run all night.

Keep your dirty feelings

Deep inside. 

And if you're taking your girlfriend 

Out tonight 

You'd better park the car

Well out of sight.

Cause if they catch you in the back seat 

Trying to pick her locks,

They're gonna send you back to mother 

In a cardboard box.

You better run.

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!

"Hammer, Hammer"

Promo:

For The Millions Who Saw Them...

And Those Who Wish They Had.

PINK FLOYD

p • u • l • s • e

Rolling Stone Magazine • 13 de julio, 1995.

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