(LanaDelReyVEVO) The "Lust For Life" album trailer from Hollywood, California
Lana Del Rey, "Love"
See lyrics below. This a Roger Waters' song, originally performed solo on the Ummagumma album, that celebrates the English countryside, like other compositions such as "Time." This special group performance, taped for the BBC with acoustic guitars and vocals by Roger Waters and David Gilmour with piano by Richard Wright successfully evokes a summer’s day in Grantchester, a small village close to Cambridge, England. Grantchester’s famous former residents include the Edwardian poet Rupert Brooke, who moved there and subsequently wrote a poem of homesickness entitled "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester." From The Early Years 1965-1972. Creative Director: Aubrey Powell, Hipgnosis. 2016 footage directed and edited by Nick Edwards. Performance footage director: John Coney for KQED, San Francisco 1970. Audio recorded for BBC Radio, 12 May 1969. Roger Waters, who founded Pink Floyd, now lives in Los Angeles, California, near Hollywood, and hates Trump like most of the rest of us:
LYRICS: Grantchester Meadows (Pink Floyd, Ummagumma)
"Icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain" In the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied the deathly silence that lay all around.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
Making for the sea.
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees.
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
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