Pink Floyd

My all-synth version of the 1973 track from the dark side of the moon. And if you ask for a rise it's no surprise they're giving none away.

Money (Bitcoin Version) (Pink Floyd cover)

My all-synth cover of the 1979 track.

What seems to be the trouble
Are we feeling out of sorts
Do you think they're gone forever
Can you show me where it hurts
I think I know what's wrong
A lot people get this way
Take two of these four times a day
I'll drop in when I pass this way again
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
You have to pull yourself together
You have to take it like a man
You mustn't let it get your head down
You should go out and do the town
There's no good moping here alone
Feeling sorry for yourself
Go and see what you can find
It's saturday night and you should unwind

Comfortably Numb (Ketamine Version) (Pink Floyd cover)

My all-synth version of the 1975 classic.

[Intro]
— and disciplinary remains mercifully
Yes and um, I’m with you Derek, this star nonsense
Yes, yes
Now which is it?
I am sure of it

[Verse 1]
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell?

[Verse 2]
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

[Chorus]
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

Wish You Were Here (Time Loop Version) (Pink Floyd cover)

My all-synth version of the 1973 tracks.

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 rearrange me 'till 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."



All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste, all you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust, all you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And 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 in the moon really. Matter of fact, it's all dark."

Brain Damage / Eclipse (Icy Crater version)(Pink Floyd cover)

My all-synth version of the 1977 classic.


Big man, pig man
Ha, ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
Ha, ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying 'Keep on digging'
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mine?
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Bus stop rat bag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hatpin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Hey you, Whitehouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You got to stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry

Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Swine Flu Version) (Pink Floyd cover)

My all-synth version of the 1973 track from The Dark Side of the Moon.



Any Colour You Like (YAG Laser Version) (Pink Floyd cover)

My all-synth version of the 1973 classic track.

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

The Great Gig in the Sky (Kuiper Belt Version) (Pink Floyd cover)

My all-synth version of the 1975 hit.


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!
Songwriters: David Jon Gilmour / Richard Wright / Roger Waters

Shine on You Crazy Diamond (Carborundum version) (Pink Floyd cover)

I make obnoxious synth covers of previously fine songs. All done with Korg Gadget.

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