Pink Floyd – Money – lyrics

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The inequality is the root of most of the problems in the world. There are trillionaires buying Lear jets, mansions and yachts while one third of the world starve. The jobless starving are desperate to migrate to somewhere where they can get a job and make a life. The desperate turn to superstition and fundamental religion. The hatred breeds racism, misogyny and war.

It is crazy.

Yet most people get on the merry-go-round in search of happiness through wealth. They would cut their grandma’s throat to get their hands on a stash.

There is a better way. Money does not buy happiness – fulfilment does and that comes from achieving something that was hard. You don’t get fulfilment by winning the lottery; you get by climbing a mountain or writing a book. It comes from your family and love.

Money – who gives a shit? Someone needs to sort it out a lot more fairly!!

“Money”

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you’re O.K.
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stashThe inequality
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 hi-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 rise it’s no surprise that they’re giving none away

Pink Floyd – Time – Lyrics about life and how quickly it passes

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When you are young it can be bewildering. The world is full of confusing possibilities. What are you going to do with your life? Your head is full of impossible dreams.

I’ve talked to many young people about what they want to do with their life. Very few have a good idea. They drift through thinking that it will all work out somehow.

I can’t believe the number that have told me that their strategy is to win the lottery. They have a far better chance of being hit by a fast car.

Then one day you look around and all those possibilities have narrowed down. You can no longer do all those things. You left it too late.

A human life is really very short. When we are young the days are interminable. We spend a quarter of our lives growing up to be an adult and another quarter in old age. The older you get the faster time flies. Years flash by.

Time is the enemy.

Time

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The Dark Side of The Moon

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.