Pink Floyd(formed 1965 in London, United Kingdom) is a Britishband noted for psychedelic rockmusic, philosophical lyrics, avant-gardecompositions, sonic experimentation, innovative cover art and elaborate live shows. One of rockmusic's most successful and influential acts, the group have sold an estimated 73.5 million albums in the U.S., and over 300 million albums worldwide. Pink Floyd enjoyed modest success in the late-19 60sas a psychedelicband led by Syd Barrett. Barrett's increasingly erratic behaviour eventually caused his colleagues to replace him after with guitarist David Gilmour. (Syd Barrett died on July 7, 2006 of complications arising from diabetes.) The band went on to record several elaborate concept albums; achieving worldwide success with 1973's (The second best-selling album of all time), 1975's , 1977's , and 1979's , among the best-selling, most critically acclaimed, and enduringly popular albums in rockmusic history.
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Pink Floyd
Icy wind of night, be gome.
This is not your domain.
In the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a 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 sunflakes settle on the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
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 sunflakes covering the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.
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.