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Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving With a Pict

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Pink Floyd - Pop, Poetry (Literature)

Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving With a Pict

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October 25, 1969.

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[Birds Singing] [Animals In a Hubbub] [Fast Hand's Clap] [Misread Spoken (Fading In The End)] Come back, I mean Come back, I mean Come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean Come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean Come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean Come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean Come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean Come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean Come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean [Animals In a Hubbub] C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean C-c-come back, I mean [In Old Scot Spoken] Aye an a bit o' mackerel, fiddler, rack and fear And I rutted down by the hade and the furrow Well, I slipped me in a flop and hit down and I shied And I cried, cried, cried The fear of fallin' down aft' taken, never back to rise And then cried 'Mary!' and I tucked up Wi' a Claymore out and about And I run down, down the mechyn sty And beckoned the fiery whore That was fallin' around the feet "Never", I cried. "Never shall ye get me alive Ya rotten hound of the Burnie Brae" Well, I snapped for a blade and a Claymore cut and thrust And I fell down before him 'round his feet (That was pretty avant-garde, wasn't it?) Aye, a roar he cried! Frae the bottom of his heart That I would nay fall but dead, dead as a can by a feat deah... And the wind cried meth [In English Spoken] Thank you

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