Sunday, April 12, 2015

Several Small Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave and Grooving with A Pict by Pink Floyd

Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.

The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.

Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?

And the wind cried Mary.

Thank you.

WELL... IT WAS EARLY YET AND SEVERALL OF THEM WERE IN AN ALTERED STATE

4 comments:

Ryan Patterson said...

Well I've never actually seen lyrics to this song... if you can call them that. My take is that the words are just a part of the experimental sound. Good thing pink Floyd came up with dark side of the moon. Otherwise they would've been nothing more than an afterthought in the anals of obscure late 60s experimental underground. Everything between departure of Barrett and dark side of the moon is really a bunch of shit.

Aaron Vattano said...

This is the worst song I have ever heard. Totally meaningless

Ryan Patterson said...

You think every song is the worst song Ever. You hate all music

Rehpotsirhc said...

Agreed he is a hater. He should go make comments on the Fox News website. That is a Hate-O-Ramma.